Monday, January 3, 2011

Word of the day: resolution


Resolution: (n) a vow to do or accomplish something that begins at a set time and is to continue on and on until said thing is done or accomplished.

Happy New Year, y'all. It's the third day of January, and already I have not worked out and not stopped eating ice cream and not written a blog for every single day of the year and not avoided yelling at my kids. Thank goodness I didn't make a resolution to do (or not do) any of those things.

This here blog entry, it is NOT a resolution. I am not making resolutions, and if you are, then I wish you the best of luck. I can only do one thing with a resolution, and that is to fail miserably at it. So, I'm not resolving to write more...and wow, can I just tell you how long it took me to come up with the verb form of resolution? That aside, I'm just making a renewed effort to share little things with you.

Little things like this morning, when I couldn't find the hand-held mirror I use when I'm straightening my hair to make sure I haven't straightened everything but one big curly section in the back of my head that I can't see without the aid of the aforementioned mirror. I think that might have been a run-on sentence...sorry about that. Anyways, my husband mentioned that my youngest son and daughter were playing with the mirror the previous day, and that they should know where it was. I asked my daughter to go get the mirror, and she looked at me strangely and asked, "Why?" I broke into a stern mommy lecture about how she couldn't just go taking other people's things and not putting them back, and she looked at me even more confused and went off to find the mirror.

So I thought.

When she came back with our bottle of Worcestershire sauce, it was me who looked at her strangely. I tried and tried to make the connection in my head that she had made in her head that led her to bring me the Worcestershire sauce when I had actually asked for a mirror, but I had nothing. I finally just asked her, and she said, "Well, there weren't any other beers in the fridge."

No wonder the poor child was confused. It was 9 o'clock in the morning, and I was in the bathroom doing my hair, and she thought I was asking her to bring me a beer. For the record, I am not a big beer drinker, so please don't go thinking that this is something that would actually happen. It's not...because I lika da rum.

I clarified for her that I actually needed my mirror and not a delicious (but heartburn inducing) seasoning liquid, and she ran off obediently to fetch the mirror from its hiding spot. I fixed my hair, she put the Worcestershire back in the fridge, and all was well in our household for about 3 minutes.

So...good night, all. I hope you have a fantastic evening, and that your dreams are filled with mirrors, beer, Worcestershire sauce, Shrek characters, or pizza coupons. Whichever you would like. Hopefully this won't be the last time you hear from me this year.

3 comments:

  1. I love your daughter. This just made me laugh aloud.

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  2. I laughed Carri! It reminded me of the time I asked a desk clerk at a hotel, who happened to be from Great Britan, to bring a cart to the room. After some time a bellman had arrived at the door with a portable cot. I must have had the same look that you and daughter had. You see, the English typically drop the "r" sound for what ever reason and cart became cot! Oh well! -Dad

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  3. Haahahahaha you NEVER disappoint...well, that's not true - I'm constantly disappointed that you don't write more often =) Resolution or no, I hope you share the little things with us as often as possible <3

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