Resolutions Schmesolutions...

Yep, that time of the year again, the time to make a bunch of vows that’ll you’ll have broken before the clock strikes 12:10 New Years night.  I have decided to forego making any resolutions this year, mostly because according to the Discovery Channel we are all toast anyway.  Whether it be a rogue asteroid, Super Volcano (my favorite), some plague or Jesus has just had enough and decides to pull the plug on the human experiment, we are at the end of days.  The Discovery Channel isn’t very forthcoming on when the end will come, though it will probably be the minute I get in the bathroom – that is when the phone always rings, anyway. In a way I guess it is best we don’t see it coming. One pastor being interviewed said man would come together in love and forgiveness and help each other to survive. Yeah, that could happen – better check that powerball ticket while your at it, we can’t even get along when it is sunny out.

So forget the gym membership that’ll last until the next morning when muscles you didn’t even know you have seized up in a flash of blinding pain, or the promise to diet lasting until you discover that lost quart of Chunky Monkey ice-cream in the back of the freezer (wouldn’t want it to go to waste, there are people starving in [insert name of country your mother always used when you were a kid here]).

Have a great New Year, and don’t sweat the asteroid – you never hear the one that gets you!!