New Year's resolutions, what good are they? They go from one year and out the other! Haw haw!.
Who first came up with these pesky little admittions to ones yearly flaws, and why? Don't ask me—I don't know, I sure as smegg did not invent them. And for that matter, who really cares in all actual honesty? No one... not even the cat, dog or budgie. In fact, maybe it would be best to take a page from my Shitzu's life and not worry about esteem, self-improvement or personal hygene. After all... if sleeping in a lavender powder sprinkled soft bed, getting a meal a day, chasing a tail for fun and licking 'B's' is good enough for my dog, it should work for me- with the exception I don't have 'B's' nor a fluffy tail to chase. I can't even lick my elbow, not even if I tried with all my supernatural powers of will and manipulations (don't laugh, I bet you can't do it, either), so I know that tail-chasing is not my cup of sparkling champers or fizzy sherbert jello shots.
It is always the same melodrama, every year when the new year rolls around and after the hangover subsides, I wrack my brain to think of resolutions to improve my life, and my dogs. I've found from 'personal' experience that resolving to win the lottery is not likely to happen, because as an old souls tells me "Ya gotta play it ter win it, Ceri." And if you do not play it... it is not very likely that half of these rich Africans sending out emails promising millions of $$$ are actually going to cash up and get with the green. I was actually thinking of trying a 'Black Cat Mojo' spell for luck and see what pops my way. I guess, to inspire riches or at least a comfortable lifestyle, one must take action and means into their own hands. Like I posted on Stacey Demarco's Facebook "We are masters of our own fate!"
