SO, HOW'S THE NEW YEAR GOIN' FOR YA?

Considering how I felt a week ago, I’d say I’m doing alright. In fact, I’m even out of bed and picking up some of the mess around the house. My husband and son did a great job keeping things more or less clean, certainly better than I could have done, so no complaints.

Anyway, I was going to write a post yesterday but something happened before I typed my first line. I fell asleep, for four hours. That pretty much blew my plan because I was no longer feeling like writing. You know how it is, ya gotta be in the mood to wrtite stuff that nobody cares about….and do it with style. Heh.

While checking out my e-mails and stuff, I found a blog that had a real cool thingy on it that let you pick out a new Patron Saint for the year. I figured, why not? I didn’t have an old one anyway and was curious who I would get because it was completely random. There’s a whole lot of patron saints out there and I must say they must not be too happy with what they wound up with for their divine intervention. St. Fiacre, for instance, is the Patron Saint of Hemorroids. Seriously.

So, I took a spin of the WHEEL OF SAINTS (actually I just clicked on a button) and came up with Blessed Pope John Paul II. Cool! I always liked JPII, but then again so did about a zillion other people in the world. What’s not to like? He seemed like a friendly enough fellow, so I’m sure he’ll give me the kick in the butt that I need daily to point me in the right direction. I also like him because he had such a strong love and devotion for the Blessed Mother, just like me. So, I guess I’ll post of picture of JPII on my sidebar for the year and see if he’ll help me from writing things that I’m gonna hafta mea culpa for later.

I also did something that I never ever do, and that’s make a resolution for the year. The way I figured it, whenever I would do that the chances were pretty good that I’d set myself up to fail because I’ll try something that is almost impossible to do and then when I blow it, I’ll beat myself up about it for days, or weeks even. So, I had to try and approach this thing within reason. I figured there is no way that I’ll bring peace to the world, besides, I don’t want the Nobel Peace Prize since it seems to go to people like Obama who we all know is not a man of peace, to put it nicely.

I could propose to not beat myself up so much. But like I said, I’d fail that one in a day. It’s in my blood. Not sure if it’s the Italian part of me, the Catholic part of me (you know, Catholic guilt), or I’m just stoopid, but I’m always harsher on myself than I would be with anyone else…except Obama. He deserves my wrath. I knew it was going to be tough to come up with something on my own, so I started doing some research. Yup, research. That’s how ridiciulous I am. I figured if I was going to make a resolution, it should be something that would benefit my soul. No messin’ around with trying to change my appearance, I’ll always be old Nunly and getting older by the minute. I don’t do plastic surgery, heck, I don’t even bother with wrinkle cream. What’s the point?

So….soul searching. I figured I’d start with the 7 deadly sins……might as well go big.

Ooooo! So many to choose from!!!!

SLOTH: Bummer. I am a slacker, in fact, I feel quite proud of my slackatude. Doh! Pride!!!!
PRIDE: I don’t think my pride in my slacking abilities go to the level of sinful. You see, it’s not so much pride, I just consider it a gift. From God. So there ya go.

LUST: Ha! Not at my age.

GLUTTONY: Nah, I’m not much for gluttony. I don’t eat that much and I quit drinking since I’m on meds.

GREED: Hmmmm…..greed. “Excessive or rapacious desire, especially for wealth or possessions. ” I have nothing against wealth and possessions, since I have neither at this point. But I don’t want to have a lot of money and stuff because Obama is just gonna take it and spead it to his friends. Wait, that sounds a little greedy on my part….not to the point of sinful, I think.

WRATH: Ok, that’s something I can sink my teeth into. I mean, sometimes I get really pissed off and can even bring my indignation to a whole crazy level. You guys know that, you’ve seen it, right? Well, haven’t you???? ANSWER ME!!!!!!! Oh…I haven’t posted this yet. Nevermind. Ok, I’ll consider working on the wrath thing.

ENVY: Nope. Not into the envy stuff, it’s too much work.

PRIDE: Well, I kinda got into that, but in reality, I’m not a real prideful person. At least I don’t think so. At least not to the point of it being sinful. Besides, even if a little bit of pride starts to well up in me, I can assure you that God humbles my….God humbles me real fast.

I think I have to revisit the lust thing. I just rememebered that I like to use my binoculars to watch the ballplayers stretch before the games at the ballpark. So, that would be kinda lustful. Actually, when I think of it, it’s kinda sick because all those guys are young enough to be my kids. Shit. Just took the thrill out of that sin.

So, lust it is. I’ll leave my binoculars at home. Done.

I, Nunly, promise not to look lustifully at the ballplayers for the year 2013, especially the Cubs because they just gross me out. (Leslie W., you can hold me to that.)