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It’s a brand new year, but the same old me

Life with a View

January 7, 2012
DEB?PASCOE , The Mining Journal

You're welcome.

That's for everyone out there who's already broken their New Year's resolutions, because no matter how quickly you fell, you at least outlasted me. Even if you cracked at 12:01 a.m. Jan. 1, you lasted longer than I did. That's right, I broke a resolution at the very stroke of midnight.

You have to admire the optimistic spirit that convinces us each year that the turn of a calendar page will bestow upon us the willpower to transform ourselves into finer versions of who we already are. "This year I'm going to..." Insert resolutions here: quit smoking; lose weight; use the Stairmaster for exercising instead of as a clothes rack; learn a new language; refrain from using four-letter words.

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"Stop swearing" is a perennial favorite on my list of vices to eliminate. I began trying to clean up my mouth when I was pregnant with my oldest child, which means I've failed at it every year since 1986 - and it's not looking good for 2012, either.

I spent a pleasant New Year's Eve evening with a group of friends. The plan was to have dinner, then settle in for board games and general hilarity for as long as the middle-aged bunch of us could keep our eyes open. That turned out to be 8:30 p.m., with me being the loudest yawner of them all.

By 10 p.m. I was home, in my pajamas and under a blanket on my sofa, sandwiched between two snoring dogs. Showtime was showing "The Hours," a movie I'd been wanting to see. What a perfectly peaceful way to usher in the new year.

Have you seen "The Hours"? It's based on a novel about real-life author Virginia Woolf and two fictional women who share a connection with Woolf's novel "Mrs. Dalloway." I assumed I'd enjoy it, but as a movie it made a wonderful sedative. Less than halfway through I'd figured out what the plot twist at the end would be, and the pacing was so slow (and I was so tired already) that I kept dozing off.

I woke up in time to see the credits roll, which happened to be at midnight. I grabbed the remote to change channels and catch the Times Square ball drop, but I clicked the wrong button, wound up with a blank screen, and let loose a "@#%$!", blowing my resolution before the new year was one minute old.

Oh, well. Swearing is hardly the worst vice there is. It's not as bad as, say, being a serial killer, or a Kardashian. I have a long mental list of self-improvement resolutions to work from, and a whole year to chip away at them. This is a marathon, after all, not a sprint. I may have stumbled at the starting line, but I plan to finish strong. By Dec. 31, 2012, I'll be a more refined, new and improved me: Deb 2.0. All the standard features you love without all those annoying vices.

Only I'll probably still swear. After all, I have to save something to work on in 2013.

EDITOR'S NOTE: Deb Pascoe is a Marquette resident, mother of three and full-time editorial assistant in The Mining Journal newsroom. Her bi-weekly columns focus on her observations on life and family. She can be reached by phone at 228-2500, ext. 240, or by email to "Life With a View," a collection of her Mining Journal columns, is available at area bookstores. Read her blog online at



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