The Baby Boom Is Getting Old

I'm writing this as little feet are pitter-pattering around the kitchen.  And hearing the occasional grunt of frustration as my nephew tries to peel magnets off of the refrigerator and stick them to the sliding glass door to the sunroom.

If you have any clue, you know that I absolutely adore my nephew.  When I'm having a bad day, all I have to do is think about his pudgy little smile and when he reaches for my hand to walk me into another room to show me something.

But when my brother or my sister-in-law picks him up, and either my ma or myself are cleaning up the tornado streak he leaves behind, I realize how not ready I am to have children.  I was watching him nap on the couch this morning, (seriously, passed out in his tracks from playing too hard, all sprawled out and everything,) and I started thinking, How do people do it?  I can barely take care of myself, how will I ever be able to raise a child?  My mind started running through all kinds of scenarios...for instance, it snowed a pretty decent amount here last night.  Now, if I had a baby, and I had to shovel myself out, how would I do it?  I can't leave a baby alone in the house, but the driveway has got to be shoveled.  Because, as I've learned in the past, you can't depend on anyone but yourself. 

Sure, ideally I'd have Baby's Daddy to take care of all of that manual labor kind of shit, but let's face it, with my track record, that ain't gonna happen.  Ideally I'd wake up, the driveway would be shoveled, my car would be cleaned off and there'd be rock salt put down so I don't slip, fall, and bust my face on the concrete.

I wish my biological clock would shut the fuck up.

Decisions, Decisions

311 just added a show to their spring tour in Las Vegas.  On February 19th, of course.  Because that's the same day as Buckcherry in Philadelphia.  And the same weekend my brother and sister in law decided to have the Mid-Winter Classic down at her parents' beach house.

It's not like I can afford to fly out to Vegas right now anyway.  (When I say I don't regret anything I've done, like blowing my money on various trips and concerts around the country too much, too fast, it becomes a little more of  lie every day.)

But going to see Buckcherry would be a lot less expensive than a night in Atlantic City.  And flying to Vegas.

Good things come to those who wait though, right?  To those with patience, and those who make a valiant effort to get their shit together, even though it's going to take a long time?

Hopefully.

My Resolution Is To NOT Make One

I am a firm believer in not making a New Year's resolution.  It was cute when I was 11, but now that I'm older, I realize it's a waste of time for me.  I know some people who make them and keep them.  I'm not one of those people.

I am firm believer that if I want to change or improve something about myself, I don't have to wait for a new year to start to do it.  Sure, it's almost romantic-sounding - A new year, a new me!  I prefer to make a quiet declaration to myself no one else, because really, it's no one else's business.

I'm not planning to quit smoking.  Cut back, maybe, but only because last week I actually crunched some numbers and learned that I spend a ridiculous amount of money on cigarettes each month.  It's got nothing to do with the fact that it's 2011.
I don't plan on joining a gym, dieting, or trying out the latest weight loss fad.  I've done all of that in the past and learned that if I want to lose weight, I have to do it on my terms and utilize what works for me.  But now that the holidays are over, I won't be stuffing my face with rich food, drinking copious amounts of wine, and all of the Christmas cookies that didn't get eaten have been thrown away.

So if you made a New Year's resolution, good luck to you.  I hope you stick with it.  And if you don't, it's not the end of the world, you can always try again...tomorrow.