New Year's Resolutions

I am a fan of laughter as a daily practice, but it takes something witty to tickle my funny bone. I find that watching a funny movie will really help me to chase away the blues. But this year I'm not finding very good material, and the old stand by movies aren't doing the trick. Also, I don't enjoy slapstick type humor, so that rules out a lot of material. I do enjoy stand up comedians, and this past year I've discovered a television show that will regularly make me laugh, the Fashion Police. I'd honestly say that I now call myself a Joan Ranger, a follower of the show.

This year's final FP show had a segment about what each of the co-hosts could do differently as a sort of New Year's resolution to make the show better. It was hilarious, complete with footage depicting each host caught in the act, but it got me to thinking. I don't particularly care for resolutions myself, mostly because there is so much I'd like to change that I get overwhelmed. I mean, who among us likes looking at our own flaws and makes an attempt (resolution) to fix them. So after giggling at the FP together, I asked my husband to come up with one for me. I left the room for him to think for awhile, and when I came back, he said he had something. It was: Stop worrying about our children. 

I was thinking that, like Joan, he would suggest something doable... some small thing like make the bed everyday, or stop using the f word, or quit eating cookies for breakfast. You know, something easy to change. For example, for George, Joan suggested to macho up his laugh, and for Kelly she suggested stop using the word obsessed so often, and for Julianna she suggested to stop referring to motor boating. All of those sounded easy, as least from my perspective, but stop worrying about my children? That sounded practically impossible. 

Even today, it sounds impossible. Does anyone know a mother who doesn't worry about her children? And even worse, telling a woman not to do something, like worry, practically makes her do it even more. Right ladies? As I reflect on how to do this seemingly insurmountable task, I hear him working in the kitchen, and I laugh inwardly at my suggestion for him. Try not to get water all over the place. But when I get up, of this I am certain, I will have to get a towel and dry the place off.