On New Year's Eve 2008, I hoped that the year 2009 would prove to be better than 2008 had been. Now that 2009 is officially over I can't really say that it was any better, but I also really can't say that it was any worse. Better to break even in that case, I suppose.
If you look back in the archives, you'll see that my first post of 2009 was a list of things I wanted to do differently in 2009. As I was reading through the list, I realized that I actually accomplished some of them. Who would have thought that would actually happen? Aren't New Year's Resolutions made to be broken?
Here is the list I made last year, and whether or not I managed to make it come true. The resolution will be in italics, and the result will be underneath it.
I will put on my pants with my left leg first, instead of my right.
I don't really know if I did this or not, but I'm assuming I did. I tend to be left-footed in addition to being left-handed. Success!
I will alternate picking my nose between my left and right index finger.
Same as above. I don't really know if I did or not, but I'll say that I did. Success!
When sitting on the couch with The Boss, I'll aim my farts at her instead of away.
I'm pretty sure that have a perpetual bruise on my shoulder from this goal, but yeah. Success!
I will shave more than once every quarter-year.
I shaved probably five times during 2009, three of which in the past 45 days. Fail.
I will ignore The Boss' pleas to not burp in the cat's face.
For the part of the year that we had a cat, I burped in it's face daily. Success!
I will say what I mean, and mean what I say.
Success!... I think.
I will let my voicemail answer calls from family members who I don't care to talk to at that moment.
Due to certain members of my family over-sensitivity... Fail.
I will sing along to music while driving without holding my cellphone to my ear so it seems that I'm actually talking on the phone, not singing.
Despite a few embarrassing moments... Success!
I will blame my lack of politically correctness on ignorance.
Ignorance is bliss, and I am on cloud nine. Success!
After dealing with asshole doctors at work, instead of fuming silently, I will page their beeper's to telephone numbers for explicit phone sex.
Although I had dozens of instances where I was tempted to do this, I valued my job too much. Until I quit. Fail.
I will not tolerate watching anything that has, in any capacity, Ms Looks-Like-A-Foot herself, Sarah Jessica Parker.
I am most proud of this one. Success!
I will not feel guilty saying "No" when my employer calls me on my day off and asks me to work.
Not once did I feel guilty, and not once did I work extra hours on my day off that I did not sign up for myself. Success!
I will stay up to watch the ball drop on New Year's Eve next year, instead of going to bed before 10pm. I had to take a nap, but I made it. Success!
Success on ten out of thirteen points. A pretty good success rate, if you ask me.
Happy New Year, everybody. Have a good weekend!