What the hell has happened to my “resolutions?!” Well, I will tell you.
In January, I wrote that I wanted to do things to help me feel the following:
I said I would buy small bottles of wine instead of big ones. I would try to bum cigarettes less. I would eat better and move more, and all that hoopla. I would follow my passion and continue to write. I would write my way out of my full-time job eventually, dammit. (This part related to the INDEPENDENT adjective above there.)
And, I would NOT commit to swearing less.
I fit in some pre-pregnancy jeans – how is that for confident and energetic (and damn sexy)?! In order to get there, I ate a whole lot better, and moved a little bit more. I bought smaller bottles of wine and drank wine on less days! Unfortunately, I kind of take almost any opportunity to bum a cigarette, but no one is perfect, for crying out loud.
One Friday morning before work, my husband shouted, “Look at Mommy in her hot jeans!” (He knows what’s good for him.)
Parker, replied, “My pants are just warm.”
My confidence is getting so much better that I often think of the scene from Pulp Fiction when the robber is going to fish Samuel L. Jackson’s wallet out of the trash bag.
The robber says, “Which wallet is yours?”
Samuel L. Jackson coolly replies, “It’s the one that says Bad Mother Fucker.”
(Obviously, I have continued to enjoy my right to swear at ripe opportunities - when little ears are not around.)
I have not written my way out of a job yet. I still want to work on that one. There’s only so much work place drama you can endure before your heart shrivels into a prune, sucked dry and unavailable for any patience and understanding.
So, for the rest of this year, I am ready to continue on my way to Bad Ass Mother Fucker-ness! I will write more, wear hot jeans, and keep moving my bad ass through 2011 MY way!