So this year, my resolution is NO RESOLUTIONS. Because I'm still kind of busy with the resolutions I made last year...I half assed all of them and I'm using this year to finish up. Does that count?
Christmas and New Years was quite mellow at our household. Christmas was spent with family and New Years was spent watching movies with the hubster and eating Tostino's pizza rolls. which, FYI...the rolls come out of the oven fairly hot, as should be expected. However, the "pizza filling" inside? The word "hot" does not describe the volcanic spew that awaits your poor unsuspecting tongue. The innocent looking rolls also have microscopic holes on the side so when you bite into them ...( after YOU THINK it has cooled off.. but nay, REMEMBER the lava that awaits you with each and every bite. ) ...the searing hot pizza slash hell's spit SHOOT OUT from these sneaky holes. So, in my case, my tongue was not the victim as much as my cheek. Damn you Tostino's and your evil, yet deliciously good pizza lava rolls. A burned cheek and seared tastebuds. (I told you, they're hot but still deliciously good..I for one, cannot sit there and wait for hot steamy goodness to "cool off." Warriors eat past the pain. Remember that.)
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ME courtesy of of Tostinos.
Speaking of eating, no seriously. I need to stop. Yes, I know, I know. The whole "losing weight and working out" resolution is about as cliche' as a Hollywood irreconcillable differences divorce..(did that make sense? Hey, its early. You know what I mean and if you don't, please just nod and smile). I've hit rock bottom people. Let's just say, if the midget doesn't quit, the oompa loompa council is going to be mailing me an application to join their team.
And really, I just need to schedule some general "maintenance" on myself because, for those of you who know me, I can be a tad teeny tiny obsessive with things that I love. On the mountain of things that I adore, my daughter is on top of that mountain. So I'm literally this girl's butler, dance partner, co-play doh village creator, potty trainer, stylist, publicist, bodyguard..you get the drift. Top that off with attending to the hubster, no attention has been paid to poor lil ol' me. Two toppers of my maintenance list is:
Hair - need to get a cut and style of some sort besides the "grown out mo-hawk, almost a modern day mullet" that I'm sporting right now.
Wardrobe - circa 1987. I'm thinking its time to go shopping at some point.
So I take it back...I guess I made a resolution right there didn't I?
In other news, I finally saw Superman Returns on New Years and SWOONED for Brandon Routh only because I was in complete awe of how much he acted like my first true love. When Superman makes his first daring airplane save in the movie, I looked like this:
No seriously. That's me. (I told you I needed some maintenance.)
Except picture it with more drooling and more tongue wagging.
What can I say, I'm a sucker for a hero in tights.
ROWR. YUM. and what not...