Twenty-Ten

Back in middle school we used to talk about the year twenty-ten. My friends and I were convinced that we would all be flying around in cars, wear silver body suits (with control top, of course), and have robot butlers.

Well, 25 years later and we STILL find ourselves in a  minivan…on the ground. The only thing the future brought was engineering adaptation to equip us with 16 cup holders, instead of the traditional six…and airbags.

The silver space-like body suits? Nay. Twenty-five years later and all we have come up with is the velour tracksuit that showcases every vein and  dimple from waist to ankle (unless you are a model). They say “Juicy” across the butt…as if trying to convince someone of it…when if our advertising were not to be false it would say something like “Gravy”.

The robot butler? Forget about it. Twenty-five years later and the Japanese have designed robots that play violins  and ride bicycles. Where’s the robot that changes dirty diapers, folds laundry and cooks dinner? Oh yes…that’s me!

Bitter…table for one?

Onward. Another thing that hasn’t changed over the years has been my New Year’s Resolutions. Last year I decided to have monthly resolutions – which worked for about 3 months. Granted I accomplished more than I usually would have…but it did not work as it had been conceptualized.

So….In 2010…I am pleased to announce that for the first year EVAH I have NO resolutions. I will commit to NOTHING…other than not wearing velour track pants.

Why do I feel great changes coming on???

 Happy New Year!!!