Well, it's that time again. Time to pull out the grand ideals and lie yourself silly. As if you really believed yourself anyways. Let's see how I fared on last years resolutions.
1. Eat out no more than once a week.
Ennnnh. Thank you for playing. Care to try again next year?
2. Stay able to wear the same pair of pants.
Surprisingly succeeded here, although for a little while there, said pants were suffering from a great deal of stress.
3. Run two thousand miles this year. (see resolutions one and two)
Not even close. Just plain stopped for about eight months after the pneumonia. Got a good start again now though, did 19 miles this week.
4. I will be nice to the squirrels, I will be nice to the squirrels, I will be nice..........
We won't talk about this one.
5. Stop cussing. Period. No matter how tempting at work or while blogging. @#@%%!!#!@%%!!!!
Sigh..............
6. Stop pussyfooting around, and do the body work on my Mustang, which loves me and is suffering a great deal of pain from metasticized cancer of the roof panel.
Very little body work. However the transmission now works like a dream.
7. Go back and finish the really hard bit where they take away all your weapons on Red Faction. (See resolution five)
Red who? Never heard of him. Nor the Indiana Jones game I didn't finish either.
8. Build a working trebuchet. Like I meant to. Three months ago.
How the hell did I forget to do this? It's too cool.
9. Experiment with metal working, starting with wet sand molding that tommahawk.
This I actually did. No tommahawk yet, but I'm working on a knife, and the metal stuff is awesome.
10. Finsh stop loss and ETS, or die trying.
Did this too. Of course, I am going back in in 10 days, so perhaps the point is moot?
11. Learn how to spell Finsh.
Definite maybe.
12. Figure out what the hell I'm going to do with myself post-Army. (See resolution 10)
Well, I guess, technically I did.
13. Be a better husband to my wife (I think I'm doing well, but the best way to keep a marriage is to commit to it, and to never quit working on it.), and a better umm.... owner (possesion?) to my cats.
Not shabby, still room for improvement.
14. Use my mastery of the Force to pilot an X-wing fighter to the combat headquarters for the evil Empire (aka Walmart) and photon torpedo their generator through a hole no bigger than a womp rat. Yeah.
Of course. Didn't everyone? Seven out of Fourteen, not great, but not too bad. Here's some for this year.
1. Put in at least 1000 miles this year. 1500 would be choice, but we'll see. I also want to start lifting again, and I want to keep the waistline down to about 34. After it gets there of course. I really want to do two marathons this year and more smaller races.
2. Trebuchet. Gotta do the trebuchet.
3. Figure out the clarinet again. Don't wanna do bass drum.
4. Get my finances in shape. Pay off the credit cards, and maybe the car, sell the house.
5. 86 the cussing.
6. At least start the damned bodywork on the Mustang, if not finish. Can't start for about six months, so we'll see.
7. Take some metalworking classes. Improve upon my already mad skills.
That's about it for now, what's yours' this year?