I'm giving up hard drugs, gay sex and nude mud wrestling. Not that I do any of the above, but if I did, oh boy would I give 'em up.
Learn to play enough guitar to accompany myself singing. Thus if I ever really am homeless I can truly sing for my supper.
or maybe I should gain some weight.
My resolution is for my husband to quit smoking.
I am resolving to give up making resolutions.
I'm learning how to ride a unicycle.
I'm resolving to sleep, eat, and go to work most of the time.
Booyah. When all the rest of y'all have broken your resolutions I'll still be keeping mine.
1. Finish recovering from the tendinitis that sidelined me for so much of last year.
2. Stretch thoroughly after every workout. Stretch daily. (See #1.)
3. Restrict alcohol to 2 servings per day. A liter of sake counts as a single serving, right? And make my Manhattans doubles.
I'm not going to "stop" anything, just cut down. Found that it is much easier to lose weight by having just a hamburger than having a hamburger and fries.
As opposed to stopping eating meat, going Atkins, etc...
I resolve to help myself and others make and break as many resolutions as possible before 2006.
I'm going to be more confident at life!
so... expect more spelling mistakes
I just noticed that squidranch's ID is the name of a spray cleaner.
Giddyup, 409.
Get some ass.
Not be an ass.
1. Stop being so cynical.
2. Attempt to have relations with a representative of the opposite gender from an appropriate species.
3. Don't hold my breath.
Not be exposed to ass.
I'm going to discover what the smiley for a fart is, and use it at every conceivable opportunity.
I'm easy to please.
Read at least 100 (different) pages of something, anything a day.
Also, figure out why Koko is so into user I.D. numbers.
I hope to bake more bread (especially for a friend of mine who's developed wheat and yeast allergies), make more lasagnes like the one we had last night (it brought all six of us to the brink of orgasm), learn how to be more computer literate (and take my nephew up on his offer to host a silly webpage for me), increase my time in the garden, and to add some more volunteering hours to my less-than-busy schedule.
Wouldn't you like to know, 1264?
Freethought is not a number -- freethought is a free man.
And I resolve to combine the foregoing: lose some weight, get some ass, stop being an ass, be easy to please. The usual. Whatever.
I'm going to lose some weight on my ass.
(it brought all six of us to the brink of orgasm)
That's good lasagna!
I'm going South Beach. Day 1 (today): Weight: 236 lb. Goal: Lose 30-50 lb. by summer. Get off the meds for blood pressure, cholesterol, etc.
1) I resolve to lose an ass.
2) I resolve to convince coppermac to share his 'orgasmic lasagne' recipe. Who doesn't want orgasmic lasagne????!!!!
I would love some orgasmic lasagna. But I looked in the South Beach book, and it's not in there.
It wasn't "orgasmic lasagne," it was "brink-of-orgasmic lasagne." As awesome as the brink of orgasm can be, that can't be comfortable for a long period of time.
My resolutions:
Stop having ridiculous expectations for myself and the people around me.
Negotiate the changes in my life (those that are ongoing and those that are certain to come) with some degree of grace and equanimity.
Heal.
Be happier.
"brink-of-orgasmic lasagne" isn't in the South Beach book either...
I sorta resolve to get out of the house more (which is a bit scary).
And since my voice is a good if fairly untrained alto, to find a choir to sing with.
Goofyfoot: You live in LA, right? I might be able to scare up suggestions for the choir thing. Email me if you like.
I resolve to get my affairs in order. But first, I'll have to have a few.
I make resolutions in May or June, when it's spring/summer here and I actually have some energy and motivation. January here is crappy hibernation time.
I've no idea what to resolve then. Probably to find a regular outside activity (a class or something) that I can get to, or to get a second job. Most likely the former.
Heh, we only held back on the orgasms so we didn't sully the rug. I believe all who dined later orgasmed in the comfort of their own beds/dungeons/pigeon coops.
I'll take a stab at the recipe, but it was a wing-it job. In a large pan, layer:
1. Tomato sauce riddled with as much garlic as you deem appropriate. I used jarred strained tomatoes, which we preserved in the summer, but storebought is fine if you get good, unadulterated stuff.
2. Fresh pasta sheets to cover without overlapping. Again, I made these in advance, but storebought is okay (but not those cheap dried things, please).
3. More sauce.
4. A healthy slathering of fresh ricotta cheese.
5. A healthy slathering of shredded mozzarella cheese, with a very little heavy cream either mixed in or poured on top.
6. A mixture of sauteed (in butter) onions, thyme, savoury and lightly sauteed (in butter) non-button mushrooms. I used chanterelles, oyster, cremini and shiitake mushrooms.
7. Repeat layering until close to the top, then repeat, in order, layers 1, 2, 3, 5 and 1 again. Into the oven at 350 degrees (with bottom element on, not top) for 20 minutes, then reduce heat to 225 degrees until the top is getting a bit crusty. Then increase up to 300 degrees or so, switching to the top element, for a few minutes until the top layer has browned and crusted to your satisfaction. Remove from stove and let stand for about ten minutes, then serve. Total oven time: about an hour or so.
The lasagne pan I used is a very deep one, perhaps 3 1/2". You'll have to adjust the amount of liquid you use in each ingredient, as some cheeses are more watery, as are some mushrooms (and clean them by wiping with a damp cloth, not by rinsing them, by the way) and tomato sauces. You may not need or want the heavy cream at all, and a couple of eggs whisked together and poured over a watery layer can help to bind things.
Don't skimp on the mushrooms. I spent about fifteen dollars on those alone, but it was worth it without question. I wanted them to dominate the flavour, and they did. So, go easy on the herbs and garlic.
I make a variation of this dish using only the noodles, cream, brie, spinach and whatever mushrooms I have, with a little thyme. It kicks ass too, but is insanely rich.
There are way too many of this type of posts here. OK, I will not be a terrorist, not cause tsunamis, not wreak havoc, and only eat Mexican food. I will age, live through four seasons, and occasionally slip on some ice. I will argue with my co-workers, survive upheavals, face the unknown, and brave the future.
I will get my oil changed at 20,000 miles, and I will remember the dead. Looks like I have about the same control as I had over 2004. Oh, plus I must eat less poisonous stuff, etc.
coppermac, OH. MY. GOD. I am literally salivating! That recipe is a thing of beauty!! I am sooo going to make that....sometime. Perfect for a dinner party. Thanks for sharing.
You're welcome, Darshon. Glad to share. If you scale it down a bit, you can make them in smaller dishes so they suit one or two people rather than the six (plus copious leftovers) who I served. Or, you can just make the whole batch anyway and get fat as I plan to do.
Orgasms are fine. I pledge to have lots. At least one a week.
And to pay more attention to my cooking. Am in a sort of rut about it, making the same things over and over.
As planned, I threw my cigarettes down the trash chute before I went to bed last night. Naturally, I'm now pretty annoyed with myself for having planned this, but that won't last.
I am going to center my resolutions on "move."
As in physically move, move to a big city, move up professionally etc.
And have orgasmic lasagna.
I wish you all well with your aspirations.
Skrik: This small one is just for you: o<
Or have a large one if you like: O<<<<<<<
This year I'm really going to try the uberman sleep cycle. Maybe.
Otherwise known as polyphasic sleep.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polyphasic_sleep
MonkeyFilter: a brink-of-orgsmic lasagne.
My New Years Resvolutions are here... Not my best writing, but one of my pledges is to write a lot more, whether I think it's good or not. But what can you expect from a guy who can't tell a weblog from a webbed blob?
Ah, Opus.
Last year, I said I'd wear more lipstick, watch more TV and do more drugs. Failed miserably with the drugs and TV, but I'm happy to report success on the lipstick front. This year I want to have less hangovers and more sex, and watch more movies. Possibly wear mascara, too, although I keep poking it into my eye. . .
I am going to offend no one with my comments here, and completely refrain from making any sexually related comments when the topic has nothing to do with sex.
I just read mygothlaundry's resolution above about wanting more sex this year -- and I do live in North Carolina -- but I am going to keep to my resolution for now.
bernockle: It's killing ya, ain't it?
MonkeyFilter: Resolved Not to Be Exposed to Ass...or something like that.
I've got an exercise and diet plan that includes blood work with my doctor, so there's no lying about how much cholestoral, etc. I have in my lovely circulatory system.
I'm also finishing two short film scripts, submitting at least one short story to a magazine, and getting my demo tape for voice over work out there.
Of course, right now I'm tied up in trying to get this #$%^ing albatross of a short film finished shooting so the editor can share the love.
/winks at Soooz.
And there's some other goals for the year, but their private nature means I'd rather reveal them as a fait accompli.
I had thought of resolving to not make more resolutions, but I think I'll give up promises I can't keep for Lent instead.
bees needs
to lose ego
stop
stinging
).(~~
still smokin', eh Cheech?
(no wait, is that like a TIE fighter with . . laser . . rubber band things shooting at it?)
svolutions are here... Not my best writing, but one of my pledges is to write a lot more, whether I think it's good or not. But what can you expect from a guy who can't tell a weblog from a webbed blob?