New Year's resolutions in general are all sorts of garbage. People aim high and maybe make it to February. You know the type: I will work-out everyday. I will lose 30 lbs. I will get married. I will not eat sweets. I used to think in these terms when it came to resolutions. I would set my sights high. Then I would slip up and inevitably thrown in the towel on the whole venture. A couple years ago I decided to give myself more reasonable goals. Since doing so, I have been batting 1.000. Here they are:
2009
GOAL: Learn how to open a bottle of champagne all by myself.
STATUS: Accomplished - no problemo. Added bonus - We filled our champagne cork jar (giant jar).
2010
GOAL: Learn how to use eyeliner, especially liquid eyeliner, without looking like a child or a whore or a child whore.
STATUS: Accomplished. This one was slow going for a while. Finally, thanks to Kat Von D's Tattoo Liner, I can line like a pro and look only slightly whorish.
2011
GOAL: Read more - Specifically read at least 1 book per week.
STATUS: So far, so good. I am averaging about 1 1/2 books per week. On Sunday, I finished The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest (Great book. Great trilogy). Last night, I finished Jenny McCarthy's Love, Lust & Faking It: The Naked Truth about Sex, Lies & true Romance, which I think may have been the worst book I've read so far this year.
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