the SwimMom Question?

First, a word of explanation. I know a few of you have checked out my blog a time or two over the past week, and found that my ADD is out of control. Each day has seen a new template, a new layout, and some crazy programming. I'm done!

Well I'm not really done. I'm just going to leave things well enough alone, UNTIL, I design my own layout. Right now I'm working on figuring out a program that will give me the ability to design my own layout. That way I can design things the way I want and quit driving you crazy with a new design daily.

However, now I'm thinking about it.. from your stand point ... there is a possibility... that you haven't noticed or cared. Hummm?

All right, all right! On to the far more important events. Today on the "SwimMom Question," we are going to be talking NEW YEARS RESOLUTION!

Did you cringe?

Did you think of closing the page?

Did you roll your eyes and think, "She can't do better then that?" "She is SOOOO not creative."

Of course I'm creative. Who else do you know, painted their office to look like a root beer float? Creative runs out of me like. . . Well I can't think of a "like" right now.

I have "SPECIFIC," New Years Resolution question?

I know that we all make general, everyday, everybody, resolutions. Spend less, eat less, exercise more, love more, be better.

We all make those goals. We make them everyday, we just make them grander on New Years Day.

I want to know that goal you don't tell anyone. That goal that tells everyone, "I have issues." I want you to embrace your inner issue laden person. Let your inner Munk out and tell us your goal.

Hey, no leaving without leaving a comment.

You can even say, "Krissi your nuts! The only Munk I know is you, you freak."

I'll accept it.

I'll wonder what your hiding.

I'll wonder what you do that you don't want to share.

I will hypothesise that you listen to Right Said Fred's, "I'm to Sexy," while doing the catwalk in your living room.

I will guess that you have a secret obsession for all things 70's and can be found with your own personal bell bottom collection.

I told you I can be creative.

Or you could just share.

My New Years "I have issues" Resolution is to quit calling H. my baby.

At six years old he is not appreciating the continuation of mom saying, "This is H. he is my baby."

Also, just before Christmas my baby lost his very first baby tooth. I called my mom blubbering, tears, shaky breathing, the works.

mom: "Krissi, are you okay?" "Is everything okay?" "What is wrong?"

me: "MY BABY LOST HIS FIRST BABY TOOTH!!!"

There was silence

me: "D d d d did you hear me?" "My Baby Lost His First Tooth!"

mom: "Do you mean my grandson, who is nearly six, lost his first tooth?"

me: "YES!!!"

mom: "Aren't you suppose to loose them at his age?"

me: "WHAT, HUH, Well Yah, BUT, HE IS MY BABY!!!"

mom: "Did it ever occur to you that, "your baby," might not be a baby anymore?"

me: "You clearly don't understand the seriousness of this issue."

mom: "That boy is going to elope one day because his mother doesn't realize he is old enough to loose baby teeth, let alone drive, let alone date, let alone be married."

me: "MARRIED???"

Thank goodness for mothers and their keen observation into your inner freak. She is right it is time for me to let my baby go. Time to open my eyes and see a six year old. Not the totally adorable, rolly polly, baby he was.

So my first, "I have issues, New Years Resolution" quit calling H. my baby.

Your turn. I have to know. It is important! It lets me know that I share the world with other issue laden people. I feel comfort in that thought.

Happy Break is over Monday!