While celebrating with friends Monday night, one of my fellow revelers told me he doesn't make resolutions, but a death pool about famous people he thinks will kick the bucket in 2013.
I propose that the Universe is due to lose George H.W. Bush, Leonard Nimoy and Lindsay Lohan. My brother added Muhammad Ali to the list. If the Enquirer is right and Hillary Clinton has a brain tumor, that throws off estimates.
This isn't a curse list or a list of people I want dead, which is why I'm also sad to add The American Economy. We don't have the courage to institute austerity measures, to give up our comforts for the good of the country and we're not ready to face the financial truth about our nation being broke as heck. Goodbye American Economy, I'll miss you terribly. Who is in your 2013 Death Pool? A Kardashian?
I did not make a resolution to lose weight, but I am putting efforts into dropping approximately fifteen pounds. I developed my own Sweatin' To The Oldies routine. I put on some Ludacris/Dirty South and pick up my handweights. I dance for 40 minutes or so - like, hardcore shaking my ass as if I'm in a club and trying to score a free drink. If you want to try this workout and need additional inspiration, make yourself an ice-cold vodka tonic with a twist of lime and set it on a table to stare at while you work your core to Ho. It's best to do this workout in an empty house away from windows.
I do not plan to have a baby this year, but I'm expecting no less than 3 from people I love. It's a nice way to enjoy a new baby without the poop. I think I can't afford one, anyway, because I'm getting this:
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