It’s that time of the year again! Most of us feel that we must make resolutions to be followed in the New Year. It’s kind of a tradition.
I did some research, and found the following: “A New Year's resolution is a tradition, most common in the Western Hemisphere but also found in the Eastern Hemisphere, in which a person makes a promise to do an act of self-improvement.” The tradition is actually of very old religious origins. Babylonians made promises to their gods at the start of each year that they would return borrowed objects and pay their debts. The Romans began each year by making promises to the god Janus (the Roman god of beginnings).
In the Medieval era, the knights took the "peacock vow" at the end of each year to re-affirm their commitment to chivalry. At watchnight services, usually done late on New Year’s Eve, many Christians prepared for the year ahead by praying and making resolutions. Other religions have similar traditions of the true believers, making resolutions of personal improvements to be implemented in the coming year.
One of my wife’s New Year’s Resolutions is to continue to interact with our little granddaughter Casey, and try to teach her a few Norwegian phrases.
“We have to be careful,” she said, “because I understand Justin has started to pray for her.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “Is he getting religious?”
“I don’t know,” said Marion, “but every night after Justin has tucked her in, he says, “Thank God she’s in bed!”
Personally, I state the following: After I dissolve all outstanding previous (which is basically all of them) New Year’s resolutions back to when I first made them, I will make the following resolutions, but not necessarily implement them in the order that they are listed:
1. I resolve to work with neglected persons. (Myself firstly, and then others if I have the time).
2. I will not ignore my snail mail, but I might not respond with the same enthusiasm with which I respond to my e-mail.
3. When I hear a funny joke I might pass it on if I feel it meets my strict quality standard benchmark (which is pretty low).
4. I will find out why the correspondence course on "mail fraud" that I purchased over a year ago, never showed up.
5. I will perform the three “s’s” (s…, shower and shave) and get dressed before Skyping with my Norwegian relatives, because I don’t really want to scare them!
6. I will write stories that others find funny, not stories just to amuse myself!
7. I will never again express my opinion in a way that bars discussion!
8. I will always chastize whoever has an opinion different than mine!
9. I will wear nice pants rather than my comfy (sweat) pants in public.
10. I will stop repeating myself over and over again.
11. I will wear nice pants rather than my comfy (sweat) pants …. oops I already said that!
12. I will set firm attainable fitness goals, but don’t tell anybody and ignore them whenever required!
13. I will be mindful of others’ wants and desires, but always make sure that I will benefit personally!
14. I will discard the old excuses for why the New Year’s resolutions could not be accomplished, and come up with new ones.
15. I will not give up on fatty foods ever!
16. I will not interfere with my wife’s work projects, but not when I think she’s wrong!
17. I will not pass wind in the produce section of the grocery store; only leave malodorous lingering farts in the aisle with the toilet paper.
18. I will not ask for a flight schedule to Norway at the WalMart information counter.
19. I will not go into the fitting room at WalMart, close the door and ask for toilet paper!
20. I will always think positive, as in all the foregoing resolutions are positively all crap!
On New Year’s Day, two guys were sitting next to each other at a bar in Toronto. Both had been there for a while and were sipping on Kokaneedraft beer. One of them turns to the other and asked, "So where are you from?"
“I’m from Norway,” he said with a slight slur.
“Me too!” exclaimed the other chap. “Let’s drink to that!”
Both finished their beers and ordered two more.
“Where in Norway are you from?” inquired the first guy.
“Oslo!” said the other guy and proceeded to burp.
“Me too!” aaid the first chap. “Let’s drink to that!”
They polished off their beers and ordered two more.
Where in Oslo?” asked the first guy.
“On the peninsula where the Viking Ship Museum is,” came the reply.
“What a coincidence! Me too!” exclaimed the first chap. “Let’s drink to that!”
They both finished their beers and ordered two more. “Close to the museum?” he asked.
“Nah, next to the grocery store,” came the reply.
“Wow! This is unbelievable! Me too.”
They clinked glasses, drained them and ordered two more drafts.
“What was your mother’s name?” asked the first guy.
“Esther!” was the reply.
“I don’t believe this!” he said. “Mine too!”
They could hardly sit on the barstools at this point, so the bartender called them a cab and sent them on their way. The owner of the bar called to ask how the evening was going, and the bartender informed him that it had been rather quiet. However, the Askildt twins had been there and got sloshed again.