I had been hoping to make a New Year’s Resolution to reduce the swearing altogether. And I’d still like to do so, even though I am losing faith in myself. I’ve been trying to cut down for weeks. I am not sure what I really have to be stressed about. Things are going remarkably well, except that I don’t have as much down time as I’d like, and I am still not going to the gym, but I digress. I am at least thoroughly noticing my swearing now. I had already been noticing how the F word is everywhere, and then we started watching Dexter. The female co-star on that show is beautiful, but every other word out of her mouth is the F word. And it makes her ugly. And makes her seem uneducated and immature. And I don’t want to seem that way, because I am not. I want to be taken seriously and respected. I think that I started saying the F word in my new job to be more respected with the “boys.” But I am over that now.
This is how bad it’s gotten: This morning I woke up and Ryan told me he doesn’t know how I am going to quit swearing, because I am even doing it in my sleep. Apparently last night in my sleep I said, “I just have to put my f-ing head down and figure this situation out.” I have no idea what I was dreaming about, but geesh, it must have been intense.
Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, and we’re expecting snow. I’m planning to hunker down: rent some more Dexter, write thank you cards, perhaps make more peanut butter balls, read my book club book, relax and make some positive resolutions for 2009, oh and drink Champagne with my girls.