This a resolution suggested by many an non-C&F’er, but after a C&F’er produced it (don’t count on me for dropping names), now I consider it hard.
Give up smoking. (now considering it blankly, but in earnest)…
But only if my sportster-riding favorite MD-pie on C&F takes up some sports. 
On 2003-01-02 12:32, aderyn wrote:
Kathy ~*~ >> … I got that same quote in the mail this morning! I thought of this thread too…
Andrea ~*~
who is starting to think she’ll have to come up with different faery wings. >>
Andrea,
I was just being silly, they really are cute though. I guess I will have to go back to just using my cow. I think though that you have lost the faery wings to the Serpie-Pie. I bet he looks really cute wearing them!
Kathy
I reslove not to
sweat the petty things, and not to
pet the sweaty things.
Steve
I have thought for a long time that new year’s resolutions were somehow fruitless. Now I make new day’s resolutions. I can’t handle keeping tabs on myself for any greater length of time.
Mike
On 2003-01-02 12:59, Zubivka wrote:
Give up smoking. >
Everybody does, sooner or later
After many futile attempts to quit I finally quit quitting – my standard line thereafter was that I would quit when I had my first heart attack – it was very funny up until April 11, 1998.
But, I did keep my promise.
Seriously, I don’t mean to make light of those trying to quit. I’ve been there and know how hard it can be. When I had the heart attack in 98 I was lying on the floor waiting for the ambulance and looking up at my cigarettes hanging over the edge of the nightstand, wishing I could reach them for a last smoke because I knew they wouldn’t let me smoke in the ambulance or hospital!
Good luck, Zubivka!
John
Yeah, sooner or later, I guess you’re right. Too late would be called “grace”, as in ultimately late 
Well, hearty thanks Out-of-Breath John!
I just love your “top of the nightstand out of reach last smoke” bit.
You got true sense of humour: being able to describe yourself in a funny way when enduring a dramatic* situation. And this bit of humour could help my decision better than a few years of SO nagging**
I resolve not to be so obsessive.
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I resolve not to be so obsessive.
I resolve to post less often than Walden.
I resolve to be less wise than Dale.
I resolve to be less cute than Serpie-pie.
I resolve to live my rock-and-roll lifestyle to the full, more [censored], more [censored], and especially more [censored-censored].
I resolve to get a good night’s sleep, even if the clowns do get me.
I’m resolved to learning the guitar this year. I bought one half a year ago, and somehow never managed to stick to it.
There are no excuses! Except a very loud conure. I swear, anything bigger and louder than her “LBB”, Little Black Beak(it is now affectionatly known as such)creates insane jealousy in her.
Just pulling the case out of the corner of the room results in a battery of screams! Ouch!