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A few Jew Year's Resolutions:

a special report from Days of our Lives correspondent : Jenn Goldi

NEW reader comments

My first resolution this year is to set "realistic" goals. After all, as we learned last year, if at first you don't succeed - give up. Sometimes, it's just not gonna happen and there comes a time in everyone's life, usually around January 7th, when you're just going to have admit that it's not meant to be. That's why this year, we need to aim low......You wanna lose 30 pounds? Heck, aim for downing just one Krispie Kreme and one venti decaf mochafrappachino with skim milk and whipped cream a day and we'll be on our way. You wanna marry that guy down the hall? Become best friends with his roommate and convince yourself that he will come to you out of jealousy; it's much easier.

You resolve to daven shacharit everyday? Daven mincha twice instead. It's much shorter.

Remember not to set the bar too high or you'll wind up dejected, downhearted and despondent. It won't be pretty. It's much better to make pretend that you don't remember making any resolutions at all because you drank a 'lil too much.

However, before we break out the daiquiris, I think it is important for us to review last year's list and see where we went wrong. After all, we don't want to, chas v'chalilah, make the same mistake twice.

So here goes. A look back at December 31, 2000 and last year's resolutions...

Number 1: This year I will be more open-minded. About what you say? Well, about dating, obviously. What else is there? (kidding, totally kidding). Really, I shouldn't knock dating. After all, it's been the topic of endless conversation between me and my friends for the past three years. I can't imagine for a second what we would have talked about all through college had it not been for dating - specifically that thing they call "being set up." How one little sentence, not even a sentence - a fragment - can cause so much trouble is beyond me.

Can I be totally honest with you? Dating used to be tons of fun. A different person every other week or so ... but now, if I never set foot in a certain midtown restaurant again where the waiters greet me by name, it'll be too soon. And ESPNZone and the Wax Museum, while both fun, well, lets just say I should really get a job there as a tour guide - or at the very least, a frequent flier discount. Now, Our Name is Mud. That's a place I'd love to go. (I'm just saying. For future reference, you know. You never know who reads these things...)

But seriously, last year I wasn't as open-minded as I could have been. This year I will be. Really. So bring 'em on (and did I mention that I just love Our Name is Mud?).

Number 2: This year I will be more honest.
I will no longer use lines such as - "It's not you, it's me" (when really, in fact, it is you). Hmm, let's see. I can honestly say that I refrained from using that line this past year. Shidduch dating does have its pluses. "Oh god, no! What were you thinking?", worked just as well, while yelling at the shadchan. No face to face rejection, no guilt. However, if you break-up through the shadchan often enough, you will start to run out of communities that you can visit for Shabbos. (Very slight, minor technicality.)

Number 3: This year I will stop holding husband auditions and just giveguys a chance.
Yeah. Right. Are you laughing? Cuz I am. Talk about setting the bar too high. Let's move on, shall we?

Number 4: This year, I promise to stop forwarding mass e-mails, even if something cool will happen in 3 days if I send it to 7 friends and press alt-8 at the same time. I will not forward the message even if it means that I will be saving the world from the horrible computer virus that eats away at your hard drive while at the same time saving the life of the dog of a kid in India who's wish it is for his poem about dancing people and appreciating the wind to make it all the way around the world before Thanksgiving. I will not press send, even if it means that Walt Disney himself will send me $50 for every address I forward it to. Even then, I failed. I failed miserably. I couldn't help myself. It's so hard - the send button is right there and it always seems like such a good idea, right until the second after I hit send. The truth is, it's all your fault that I failed. Yes, you. Aveirah goreret Aveirah. If you'd just stop sending me forwards, I'd stop perpetuating the madness.

Number 6: Learn to count.
Yeah, it's been a problem for a while now. Not really sure what to do about it.

Number 5: Lose 5 pounds.
Well, let's see. This past year, I joined the gym, joined weight watchers and bookmarked every women's magazine online into my favorites menu. I pay my gym dues every month and I have yet to attend one weight watchers meeting or one session with the personal trainer. I even changed my cell phone number, so she won't be able to reach me. Basically, it's been a whole year and the only thing that has gotten lighter is my wallet. I'm broke and I'm scared to answer my cell phone. But I still have my five pounds. Baruch Hashem. I think this year's resolution shall be, don't gain weight. Much easier. At the very least, I am definitely going to adopt the ever practical Krispie Kreme habit.

That's all for me, I'm wiped. Five resolutions, no, six (damn that counting thing) is enough for me. And besides, my cell phone is ringing. I have to go shut it of, its my trainer