I was so positive yesterday. So upbeat. So full of hope.
This is always the way with me. The end of the year comes. I spend the last month or two reviewing my life. Then I come up with a list of intentions, or resolutions, or whatever you want to call them. And on New Year’s Eve I am full of glee for all that the new year can bring.
Then the morning comes.
And life is pretty much what it was 24 hours ago, I just can’t write a check now because I will mess the date up for the next month. (Though check writing is such a thing of the past, even for a non-techie like me.) Nothing has changed. The house is still a mess, the scale says the same thing (though if it went back to lying to me, I might be OK with that.)
OK, there is the possibility that I just created a link for the first time. That would be cool if it works. I just hope I linked to the intended target – thought I would practice on myself before subjecting anyone else to my derelict linkage.
But back to whining. My Wii person, or Mii, or whatever I am supposed to call myself even looks like a dull old mom. And I made her look as close to myself as possible. What does that say?
I did kick some ski jumping butt. Well, at least in Wii novice-land where I live. It actually ranked me as professional. I take that as a huge compliment since on many other things it has asked me if I trip a lot when I walk. No lie.
I have also realized on this, another pajama day, that I am becoming scarily attached to my slippers and my robe. Good grief. A robe. My latest fashion statement is a robe because it keeps me warm and covers my pajamas to help me feel less frumpy. I am using a robe to feel LESS frumpy. Someone come here and drag me out of the house. (Please dress me first.)