Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Year 2012

I love celebrating holidays. I have this thing about not being able to let them pass by without a proper celebration. I'm always telling my dear Watson that someday when we have a house and friends, I'm going to have awesome parties to celebrate holiday's that a lot of people just let slip by.  Did you know that some adults don't even dress up for Halloween? Some people don't stay up until midnight on New Year's Eve? Some people don't make a love potion and slip it in all their friends drinks on Valentines Day, or chase rainbows on St. Patricks Day? (Okay, I've never done the last two...but there's a first time for everything!)

Anyway, New Year's Eve is at the top of my list of favorite holidays. Since I can remember, mom and dad would always let us stay up (or at least try) until midnight. We would watch the Dick Clark times square party and countdown until the ball dropped, then make a lot of noise with pots and pans or whatever we could find, and toast with Martinelli's.

This year my celebration hearkened back to those years as a kid. We stayed up until midnight with Mom, Dad, big brother Ben and wife Val, and niece CJ.  We counted down until the ball dropped (although it's the Ryan Seacrest times square party sprinkled with a little bit of old man Dick Clark now), drank Martinelli's, made noise with cool popper things, and finished it off with a kiss from my hubs. As far as I'm concerned, there is really no other way to celebrate the new year.

I love making New Year's Resolutions. I take them very seriously and sanction them as quite personal. I pray and ponder about the goals I can make so that next year I'm sure to be a better person than I was last year. I love this opportunity for a fresh start, this time designated for CHANGE.

Change is good.

Happy New Year!

1 comment:

  1. It looked like Kam's glasses said 2002 for a sec... I was like... whoa, time to update the decorations! Then I got it.

    Guess who else got a nose hair trimmer for Christmas? Yep.

    I confess, sadly, that we didn't get to stay up this year because Brent had to wake up at 330 to get to work.... we pretended we were with his brother in Florida and that 10 was really 12 and went to bed.

    Ps this is really Sandi, I don't know why it thinks I'm Shauna.


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