Wednesday, February 25, 2009

The Wiggles Challenge: An Update

I failed The Wiggles Challenge last night.

I know. I'm very disappointed, too. V., a friend of hers from high school and I were sitting around, talking and having a good time. I had a drink or two, and before I knew it, out slipped a swear word. I caught myself right after I said it, too, which is (of course) just too late. Shoot.

At the Freezepop concert last night, I failed again once or twice. I had a few more drinks there. Seems to be a correlation there, no? Even having a friend working as my on-call profanity didn't quite work (though thanks to S. for offering).

I'm not giving up. I can go a week without using swear words. I'll keep trying until I make it.

Monday, February 23, 2009

A Change & A Challenge!

It's been a long while since I posted here, hasn't it? Life is crazy, and it always sneaks up on you when you think things are calm. Good things have happened: we finally removed the carpet in E.'s room and replaced it with linoleum. Friends moved into a nearby apartment. Several bands I enjoy scheduled Houston tour dates. Bad things happened too, of course, but most of them were small: a cut finger, a bit of money spent on a new gas cap for the car.

I've had enough time to get used to the idea of change. (I'm really, really bad at dealing with change.) I hope to get a part-time job soon. Ideally, it'll be 20 hours a week or so doing something dead simple. We're very lucky in that we get by just fine on what V. makes (using our well-made budget and the envelope method). If/when I get a job, all the money I make should be excess for us to finish home projects, buy toys, etc. It won't make us rich, but it will add to our comfort. (Anyone know places hiring part-time?)

In the spirit of change, I changed my facial hair! For a long time I wore a "Van Dyck" of sorts, as seen in my little "About Me" picture. Today, though, I shaved my beard and left just the mustache, which is more of a "Fu Manchu". Look and be amazed!


It looks a little better in person, I think. I must get used to shaving my chin again - doing so in the shower earlier was really odd! I forgot the angles and strokes needed to get a clean, effective shave, but I know they'll come back to me.

In addition to the change in facial hair, I am posing a challenge for myself. The Wikipedia article on The Wiggles (whom Elena discovered she enjoyed recently) claims that the group has a strict, zero-tolerance policy prohibiting the following:
  • drinking
  • drugs
  • smoking
  • swearing
That last is hard for me to imagine, so I decided not to imagine it, but to do it. For the coming week, I will do my best not to use bad language. I intend this resolve to be in public and in private (for E.'s sake); I hope it won't prove to be too much trouble. It will certainly be a change, as I'm normally not at all concerned with my swearing. I don't think it's necessary to impose a penalty if I do slip and cuss. Knowing I don't have the strength of will of a Wiggle will be punishment enough.

Wish me luck!