New Year's Resolutions

Okay, it’s that time of year where everyone is optimistic about the New Year. Every one will sit down and write out what they will do differently this upcoming year. And, most people will give up after a few weeks. So, I decided it might be easier to list what I know I'll continue to do…though I know I shouldn’t.

Totally ignore the kids and husband and read a book in a day. This will of course not be while they are in school or work; it’ll be on the weekend. No breakfast, lunch or dinner. Reading, after all is fundamental. I’ll start another book the very next day.

Unclutter my huge closet. It’s stock full of paper. We don’t throw anything away. In the next millennia they will invent a product that will sort all my papers, dispose of them and organize the remaining lot, while I peck away at the computer. I’ll unclutter then.

 Lose that last 15 pounds. I’ll just take up the Goth look for the year. I look good in black anyway.

Stick to a strict writing schedule. If I type 1,000 words it shouldn’t matter if I began at 3:00 a.m. and finish at midnight…it was still done in a day. Right!

Cook healthier meals. I’ll eat carrot cake, and peach cobbler to ensure I’m eating enough fruit and veggies. And when I go out to eat I’ll be sure to order green beans…deep fried. I’m sure these small changes will help my body kick into gear. Not sure what gear but I’m sure something will happen.

Drive my husband crazy. Women are all about emotions and feelings and crap. My three times divorced best friend said men just love that stuff.

I’ll spend money and not save, like I just inherited the lot of Bill Gates estate. Money will be no object. I’ll borrow; max out my credit cards, do whatever I can to get what I want. I’ll even ask you to let me ‘borrow’ it. Of course, I won’t be paying you back.

Volunteer more this year to help the needy. I’ll just call all my family over for a spaghetti dinner. That should hold me until next year.

Call my girlfriends more. I’ll just send a mass text message to everyone at the beginning of each month. I’ll make sure to put I love you so everyone can feel special.

Take a family vacation camping. I’ll get some sleeping bags and move the furniture in the family room. Well stay up all night watching movies on the blu ray and looking at pictures in the photo album. They can go out back in the yard and do #1 if they want to feel the great outdoors.

Spend more time admiring nature. I’ll open the windows of the house for a full hour each day.

Exercise more. I’ll make up short stories about extremely fit people and live vicariously through them.

Okay, this list was fun but I do have some real resolutions. Some things that I’d like to change, some things that I'd like to improve upon but there are just too many to put up here. LOL

My Grown-Up Christmas List

In keeping with the holiday spirit, I thought it only proper for me to list what I want for Christmas. Yes, even parents/adults want gifts for Christmas. This list is in no particular order but getting all of these would make me the happiest little lady - well until next Christmas.

1. A literary agent to rep my work.  
2. Excellent physical health for my family
3. Mortgage paid off, in full, 0 priniciple balance
4. Dragon's Naturally Speaking - it allows you to speak and the software types what you say...what writer wouldn't want that?
5. Books; anything in Ya, paranormal, science fiction, dystopian, fantasy....okay, just about any book will do.
6. To finish my first draft of "Volt" already!
7. A superpower, only one. I don't want to be selfish. It can be anything too. Like, reading minds, flying, seeing through objects, telekinesis...
8. For Hollywood to make the movie version of The Hunger Games, By Suzanne Collins already!!!
9. For Hollywood to make the movie version of The Host, by Stephenie Meyers already!!!
10. A third generation "red" Ford Mustang for my husband...a happy hubby is a happy home - and more time for me to write.

Well, that's what I want. I really want more but I thought how much reading will people do about what I want. Who seriously cares about what I want, other than the good Lord and maybe Santa. Hey, Santa...you. Yes, you. Take a gander at my list and at least choose three...pleassssse with a cherry on top. Okay, I believe that's enough begging.

The New Kid, part 4

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving...didn't stuff yourselves too much, did you. Well, thankfully, I didn't forget to update early since I was late last week. So... Here it is another installment of The New Kid. Enjoy!!!

“Look, what can I do to convince you to give the thing to me? I know you have it - you little weasel.”

“Oh, how fun, we’re calling names now. You misguided feminist, back stabbing, little…word my mother says I should never use!”

I threw my hands into the air, exasperated. “Why did I get stuck here? Of all the places I could be…I should be. I was supposed to be going on vacation when they sent me here. A real vacation, as myself…my real self. I haven’t seen her in so long. Instead, I’m here with you. You maggot, you degenerate, scum of the earth, parasite…I could go on for days. My mommy didn’t limit my vocabulary.”

“Okay, look the processor you want doesn’t exist…couldn’t exist. We don’t have technology that sophisticated yet. And, if we did I’d be extremely reluctant to give it to you. Actually, reluctant is an understatement, you will never get it if I am your only source.”

“What do you mean reluctant to give it to me.” I said through clenched teeth.

“Well, honestly, you’re a girl. A pretty girl, just not the smartest one.”

“Oh, I see. Listen, I’m desperate here. I gotta get rid of this body. I didn’t even like kids when I was a kid. And, this mommy…Good Lord! If she kisses me one more time I’m calling child protective services. I’m willing to barter with you. Okay. You don’t have to give the processor to me, only the patent for the technology. We can reproduce it on our own. I, in turn, will give you of my services,” I said. I sashayed my hips and winked at him, desperately trying to flirt.

“And, what services might that be.” He licked his lips then stepped forward a foot.

“You want to stay here. I mean as this middle grade kid, that’s fine with me. But, you do know that everyone thinks you’re a geek, a major loser, a real tool, a real -”

“Okay, I kind’ a get that…not popular. Go on.” He rolled his eyes like the sissy I always thought he was.

“I could change that for you. I could make you popular.”

“How.”

“I’d tell everyone we’re going out. I’d even give you a quick peak in the halls in front of everyone. Of course, you must produce the processor first.”

“Oh…um, okay, uh…I have the know how to duplicate the processor. Come by after school and I’ll get started on it.”

Good boy, I thought. That was easier than I had anticipated. Now if I could just find the freaking gym.