...is Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve! Okay, did anyone else think the man looked like a wax figure? His upper lip never moved. It was frightening. Someone told me he was sick earlier this year, that maybe he had a stroke or something, but in the name of fat happy Buddha, that was darn scary! I thought he looked like a talking wax figure. Or like a dude who was wearing one of those rubber masks in the form of Dick Clark...
That weirdness aside, I had a nice, quiet New Year's Eve. I took myself to a movie-
Marley & Me- and then I came home, ate a cheese sandwich and watched tv, and read. At 7 pm EST, Irish Sam called to wish me a Happy New Year, the 5 hour time difference you see. Irish Sam and the lads were kicking around a football and were quite pissed- that means drunk, not angry, in irish speak, I guess. He gushed a Happy New Year and made kissy sounds into the phone, which left me giggling hystirically. (Today's email had him inquiring if he made a total arse of himself and was he a total wanker on the phone??? Damn, I just love his accent and his lingo!) As for the rest of the night, I just hung out by myself, which was good. Daddy-O went to a party and I had the house to myself.
I was glad that I shut my cell phone off when I went to bed because at 2 am my time, and midnight in the Wild West, I had a flurry of phone calls and text messages from kids and a Sam from there. That was fun to wake up to this morning!
Daddy-O and I spent the day in northern Civilization going to Hobby Lobby and Micheal's, both of which are craft stores. Hobby Lobby had 66% off of all Christmas items- I was thinking about pink ornaments. We also ate dinner and just chilled out. It was nice. Did I mention there was a trip to Starbucks in there?
Hope you all rang in the new year in a safe and fun way!
In vow to resolution break,
Maggie
