I’m not a resolutions hater. In fact, I really like the idea of looking at the calendar and envisioning what kind of changes I can make in my life over the coming month. And lord knows I love my to-do lists, so really, I’m pretty darn fond of resolutions.

I’m making several of the same ones this year that I seem to make every year, but it’s not that I fail at them, really — it’s just that my progress is slow. I said last year that I wanted to cook more meals at home and be a little more adventurous in the kitchen (oh, get your mind out of the gutter. I mean with recipes, you naughty minx). I did, but not quite as much as I’d like. I wanted to keep my house cleaner and tidier and, okay, I just made no progress at all there. Shut up.

But you see, I know my limitations, so instead of listing all my goals for the year (although I have some, and will share them with you as I move forward on them. Probably …), I thought I’d share one that popped into my head, but I knew immediately that writing it down would simply be a waste of ink. And, well, isn’t that what a blog is for?

Get dressed (like, real clothes with pants that don’t have “yoga” or “athletic” or “under” in the name) every day. Yes, it’s commendable that there are a lot of bloggers and freelancers and stay at home what-have-yous who get dressed in something adorable daily. I’m friends with some of them (Susan? Erin? I’m talking to you!) and I love seeing what they wear. But I’d be fooling myself if I said I would do it every day — there are definitely going to be lots of days on which I get up, put on workout clothes, exercise late in the day, then change into lounge-y clothes. Might not be sexy or stylish, but I’m practical — I don’t want to dirty up my nice clothes by sitting in front of a computer with nobody to notice but the cat on my lap and two colorblind dogs.

Besides, I’ve found that when I don’t have to dress every day, I put more thought into what I wear and how I look when I do get out of the house and make an effort. If I’m overdressed, it’s very easy to explain it away without sounding like some sort of dandy. It’s just something I just enjoy doing since I don’t do it often, you know?

Do you have any resolutions you should just put in the “don’t bother” file? Or is that just me?

And, to prove I’m not a total apathetic dud, here are a couple of pictures I took of my neighbor’s cute baby. This is right before he pooped at me. True story. And it only phased me a little since we’d been dealing with four day’s of Rudi’s Explosive Diarrhea. Yeah.

Why did you take away my bottle? Whyyyyy?

Lady, it's really your fault for putting me on a clean, white comforter. You had this coming.