Monday, January 12, 2009

Resolutions for 2009

I resolve to not have any resolutions. And if I break that resolution, then it's win-win.

Unless, of course, I break that initial resolution to resolve to eat more, exercise less (like THAT'S possible), become addicted to heroin and microbe porno. Then it's hardly a win. Except for the Microbiological Adult Film Industry.

2009 should be an interesting year. Obama will take over the reigns of a country that W has left a shambles. Our economy is less than booming. I'm considering buying a midlife crisis car based on good city/highway mpg and versatility for a new family. Sigh.

My sons turn one year old. I turn 40. So, 2009 will be good & bad on the aging front. Btw, 40 ain't the new 20 or 30. It's ****ing 40 and always will be. Get over it.

There's nothing I despise more is the whole generation of "everyone's a winner" and that the includes boomers & post-boomers that say that their age is really the new younger age. Horsepoo. You're getting older, deal with it. And guess what? Losing is a good thing. You learn incredibly valuable lessons when you lose. If everyone's a winner, then everyone loses. There's the lesson.

What else to expect? I imagine all of the big problems we face will not surpass the little, irritating ones we forget a day or two later. You know, like ingrowing toenails. Diarrhea. Your credit card physically breaking. A windshield wiper falling apart during a snowstorm. A shopping cart dings your new car. Everyone else gets a break on their high interest mortgage except you. Bush is vindicated and turns out to be an excellent president in history books.

The little things.

4 comments:

Sarah said...

My sons turn one year old. I turn 40. So, 2009 will be good & bad on the aging front. Btw, 40 ain't the new 20 or 30. It's ****ing 40 and always will be. Get over it.

This made me giggle out loud.

I Ain't No Oprah said...

So cynical.

Amy Bennett said...

it's the little things. like having a gas tank right next to empty that you've been meaning to fill for two days but haven't because it's too dark, too cold, too whatever and then the realization that you're probably not going to make it home on what you've got so pull into gas station, pop open the tank, reach for credit card, think 'where's my wallet', madly search for wallet. no wallet. back to work. considering plan b...

mulderjoe said...

IANO said: "So cynical."

Yes, well...I ain't no Oprah.