Wednesday, January 02, 2008

Happy New Year!

I always love the clean slate that comes with a fresh year. All mistakes of the previous year are waved off with the excuse, "Well, that was last year. THIS year will be different." Hence, resolutions.

On the sleepy airport shuttle ride back to my snowy cave last night, I thought about what I'd like to change about my life, about myself, about the world. As mentioned, I'm going to make a quasi-vegetarian effort (fish OK) this year - for nutritional and personal reasons. I am a naturally hungry, lusty gal so we'll see how well I do here.

It occurred to me last night, I should also cut down on my swearing. For fuck's sake, is it really necessary? Makes me sound colorful but angrier than I actually am. Also, I'd like to include more children in my life so this may be a requirement.

Thankfully, this resolution does not apply to blogging.


[Photo: Dad took this shot of me beside the Mississippi River in Vicksburg, MS a few days ago.]

9 comments:

Leslie M-B said...

You look fabulous!

Heather Clisby said...

Awwww! That's sweet. It helps that I made Dad stand back quite a few feet ...

Kath said...

That is a very awesome pix...looks like you are pondering. Heather's Pondering Pic.

I like it!

HNY!

Howard said...

Fuck that motherfuckin' shit. You should bitch slap every cocksucker with your ass-smellin' vocabulary.

Heather Clisby said...

Kath: You're good at that there titlin' stuff.

Howard: HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT - you made me laugh so hard! You are good at this sort of thing. Hmmmm, have you ever tried comedy?

Genie said...

Great photo - you look lovely! Happy New Year to you and good luck on the "fishokarianism" :)

Heather Clisby said...

Happy New Year, Genie! Thanks for the warm wishes and I like your neologism. It helps to have a title.

hotdrwife said...

I don't think I could give up meat or swearing. Those things come hand in hand if you are a ranch girl.

Fucking hell.

I'll swear and eat enough for both of us.

Heather Clisby said...

Ha! No kidding. It's already a challenge for me - I think it's the taboo factor. I swear, a pulled pork sandwich jumped right in my mouth last night. Fucking rascally pig.