For 2011 I will:
Completely focus on my prime time tv watching, no texting.
Cut back to 3 hours of iPad time a day.
I will give JLo and that other guy a chance.
Put away my down payment for a "lifestyle lift."
Consider one of those cell phones designed for the elderly with the huge numbers.
Find more Jon Hamm fan sites.
Accept the fact that my breasts are now looking like sad dinner plates.
Come to terms with the fact that exercising was created solely to make middle aged women feel guilty, just like most religions.
Continue to wear down Tim with my arguments about why I need another DVR.
Convince myself that greasy microwave popcorn is healthy because it's a whole grain.
Hope that John Travolta and Tim McGraw will stop thinking their wigs are fooling us.
Stop my unhealthy habit of pretending I live inside a MadMen episode.
So there it is bitches, a totally achievable list. I turn half a century this year and I am slowly coming to terms with it, which is why I refuse to think about my saggy knees or my aching elbow joints.
Happy New Year.