Goals. And grammatical errors cause my brain is literally Swiss cheese. Literally, literally a dairy product .

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I have some goals. It just so happens that it’s still January suckers.

How appropriate.

The good thing about blogging is that it holds you responsible. At least in my case. Most of my family reads mine to insure I don’t post pictures of them picking boogers or sitting alone watching Law and Order SVU and Yo Gabba Gabba on split screen. The threat pops out every time they deny me the last crescent roll/chip/cookie/insert random edible during Sunday dinner. Actually, I've never had to threaten it out loud. It’s more like,

Sibling reaches for food.

Mel gives look.

Look says “Uh, I was planning on eating that B…”

Random family member gives look.

Look says, “Too late sucka, this chicken leg is coming home to Mama.”

Mel gives second look.

Look says, “Dude, drop the leg or it’s happening.”

RFM cocks eyebrow, gives look.

Look says, “You wouldn’t.”

Mel double cocks eyebrow. Give demon head tilt. Gives demon smile. Gives demon look.

Demon look says, “Don’t make me. Actually, please make me. The world deserves to see the real you. No they don’t. But they will.”

RFM looks crushed. Grip loosens. Chicken falls. Gives look to floor.

Looks says, “I hate my life.”

Mel eats chicken. Mel feels warm inside.

And that’s why one of my goals is to lose weight. Except it isn’t. Not saying that is shouldn’t be, but I’m not giving that Sunday fun up.

Real Goals.

Do things for people. Too general? I often say things like “I want to bake so and so some bread.” or “I need to send a little card to this person.” But my follow through is awful. I always have an excuse ready like work/baby/house stuff/Jared out of town/my dog dragged and destroyed an entire box of chex on my bed. No more world. Well, less often at least. Someone is getting some freaken cookies and a card this year.

Start doing the little things with my Lesco again. Somewhere in the whirlwind of the last two crazy, crazy years we let a lot of things go that we used to regularly indulge in the previous eight. Phin was asleep yesterday and we reminisced. Some of that stuff has to go the way of the wind until our babes are grown and we are just two again, but some of it needs to come back. Playing Uno for potential spouse enslavement? That’s romance that needs to live on.  

Exercise regularly. I’m one of those humans that does it in spurts. Stop that. I have races I want to participate in and they aren't the kind I can do without training. 

There's more. But they're the personal, make ya'all blush and feel sorry for me kind. Just joking. You guys are too cool to blush. 

Is it too late to say Happy New Year?