I'm not a believer in new years resolutions. Too many compromises and disappointments come into play after making them. I do, however, believe in setting goals. My goals for this year are for a certain person to open up his eyes and realize it's ME, and to get my book published. Of course, I had the same goals last year, and attained neither. This is what happens when the end result of achieving your goal rests solely in the hands of another.
For all others, I have hopes. Let's see what sort of hopes I have for those mentioned in my blog in 2007...
For my friends and family, I hope for good health and well-being. I hope for happiness and love. I hope that they hope the same for me.
For Shepard Smith I hope for nothing but the best that life has to offer. I hope for continued ratings wins in your time slot, I hope for the respect of your peers, I hope for more stories that bring out the best in you...maybe Paris Hilton can go to jail again, Shepard. Yes, you would love that, wouldn't you...particularly if the circus were in town.
For FoxNews and Fox Business Network, I hope for enlightenment. I hope that you learn that not everyone wants their news and business analysis given to them by identical clueless wonders in push up bras and short skirts. I hope you realize that your newscasts look like a parody of the late, great Robert Palmer's videos. Might as well face it, NewsCorp, you're addicted to bimbos.
For the bimbos of NewsCorp, I hope for an epiphany: Please realize that your looks won't last forever and beauty fades, but brains are forever. Oh, and some of you do indeed have fat arms...
For Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs, I hope for faith. Mike, you are funny, smart...and then there's that chest. I would not hope this for you if I did not find that there was "something" about you. Instead, I'd refer to you as a slab of beefcake, a mimbo, or just "that hot bloviating buffoon of a man". I'd see you as a beautiful man, but not much more. Instead, I hope for you the realization that just because you can't see it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist or have feelings. After all, you can't see your viewers...you just have faith that they will tune in.
For that one particular man...you don't even realize that I'm talking about you. And you never will. You don't see me in the same light I see you. And I have to live with that every day. Yes, you hurt me more than you can or will ever know. It still hurts, but I'll be fine. Not that you care. Because you don't care about me at all, regardless of how I feel about you. I know it's trite, but its true: It's your loss. But your loss becomes my loss. And you don't even know it.
So, after ringing in the new year sans alcohol (a new experience for me) at a craptacular local Lotto casino where an old broad in her sixties with too much red lipstick on tried to get me to go to the party with her (I must look lonely or something) I've made my New Year Hopes...
...And all I really hope for is that 2008 be better than 2007.
Happy New Year!