IMHO

Resolutions, Schmesolutions...

It's not the New Year yet, but it pays to plan ahead. I'm no longer in the habit of making "resolutions" that eventually get forgotten within the first couple of weeks; instead I set goals that I hope to achieve within the next year (and won't kick myself if they don't follow through...). So far, here's my list:

1. Learn to drive a motorcycle (behind my mother's back, hehe); if at all possible, actually own one. Or at least borrow Kuya Joe Dean's - big savings on gas! My Mom's worst nightmare was that her son would figure in a fatal motorcyle accident...I wonder how she feels about her oldest daughter on an, erm, Yamaha...

2. Learn to cut hair properly. Professionally. One of my pet peeves when it comes to the "kids" is overgrown, unkempt hair (mwaha, what irony), and Ate Honey can be regularly heard saying "cut your hair! It's getting too long!" I've actually cut hair without knowing exactly what I was doing - Jocelyn's turned out perfectly layered and not bad looking at all; but Ryan just looked plain freaky (well, it wasn't my fault that he insisted on keeping the sides long!!). And, on occasion, I will take one of our streetpeople to a decent beauty parlor so their hair can be done right - Obet's idea of a haircut was getting China-chop bangs, so I took him to a gay barber for a fashionable short-hair look that wouldn't make Kuya Joe Dean cringe. Tess was the latest beneficiary of one of these trips to the salon - she kept nagging me to cut her hair "V-style" (what the heck?) and so I finally had a professional do the honors. All for the sake of good hair. Anyway, a few months ago I dearly wanted to enrol in the Ricky Reyes Institute for Hair Dressology or whatever it's called, but the class schedules conflicted with my teaching load. But now that my classes are out of the way...*evil laugh* Snip, snip, snip.

3. Lose more weight. 'Nuff said. Jules (who's lost I think half his body weight since I first met him in the mid-90's) was gushing over the difference (yeeek, I was looking at old G9 photos, and man, was I looking "prosperous") last Sunday, and excitedly egging me on. As of this writing I can now fit into my 2002 denim shorts...and I was still smoking that year I did Atkins pre-Europe. Yeehaa!

4. Sit more closely at the feet of the Master. And focus on what He's telling me, without being distracted by the lesser attractions of the world. The Lord knows I have the attention span of a four year old, but He generously lends His grace and allows me to hear what He's saying. Most of the time, anyway. :-)

To be continued...

posted by Honey Oliveros @ 8:18 PM