…and I’ll do whatever the flip I want!
Today I turn 27 years old. Wow, I feel so old! Growing up, my Mom always threw me birthday parties and invited all of my relatives. Cook-out birthday parties were the best.
I heard horror stories from my parents in December about the lack of power throughout parts of New England. A major ice storm rolled in and with the timber of trees came the absence of light, heat, running water—you name it, it was gone.
Here is a cute poem one of my Aunts forwarded my way and I just had to share…
Four day weekends are pretty sweet. My office gives us the day off for the day after Christmas and New Years (in addition to getting those holidays off), so as a result I get two four-day-weekends in a row. But that Monday after those two long weekends is pretty rough. And the full week after those short weeks is even harder to get through. If my Dad is reading this, I know he would be laughing at me right now, saying I should buck up and how he works 80 hour weeks in the summertime and yada yada yada. I know Dad, I know.
Today is Elvis Presley’s birthday. He was born January 8th in 1935 and if he was alive today, he would only be 74 years old.
Every time I think that I’m getting older and gradually going to the grave, something else happens. -Elvis Presley
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So tell me, how do you spend your New Years Eve?
I have never been into the whole party thing and kissing at midnight. I think it is fun once in a while, but I am more of a home-body these days and enjoy sitting on the couch or in the bed, snuggled up tight with my hubby, watching movies and eating popcorn. That is probably my ideal way to spend any evening, not just New Years.
I went home for a few days right before Christmas to attend my grandmother’s funeral. It was a very sad time and a quite stressful day setting up all the flowers and pictures, then standing in a line to shake the hands of 100+ people.
It is amazing how cold the air outside can be in New Hampshire when it is 11 degrees. Despite the clear skies and sun pouring down, bouncing off the 30 foot high piles of snow (it might sound like an exaggeration, but I don’t care, it’s my blog), making it too bright to venture outside without sunglasses. I thought my face would freeze and fall off my skull when I was met with a stiff gust of wind.
As expected, I got an earful yesterday from my father for calling it a bulldozer in one of my most recent posts: Let’s Go For A Ride. I think his exact words were, “It’s nawt ah bull-dozah, ya dope, it’s ah load-ah.” I think I’ve been in California for so long that my back-home/small-town/dash-of-hill-billy might have worn off. But that’s why I call my folks every Sunday afternoon…so I don’t forget.
