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2013? When Did That Happen?

On New Year’s Day, I watched the movie New Year’s Eve. Yes, I know I should have watched the movie on New Year’s Eve, but I was busy…sleeping.

That’s right. I said it. At midnight I was tucked away safely dozing in my bed.

Going to a crowded bar, being squashed against complete strangers, and waiting forever to get a drink is not my idea of fun.

And I can’t watch the ball drop on television because watching TV rots your brain.

My idea of a great New Year’s Eve is dressing up, going out for a couple hours, and then coming home and changing into my PJs around 10:30 or 11.

Anyways…Here’s what I learned from the movie:

  • The first ball dropped in Times Square in 1907.
  • SOL means “Something Out of Luck.” What is “something?” SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT “SOMETHING” IS!
  • If a man gets down on one knee, he’s either proposing or he’s been shot.
  • Eating anchovies makes pregnant women go into labor.
  • New Year’s Eve is about hope…and partying.

Unless you’re me. Then it’s about sleeping.

Welcome to 2013!

Favorite Comment From Last Post: “I don’t know what’s higher on the doggie hit parade—catbox almond roca or underwear. Wait, I forgot plastic tampon applicators….”—PrttynPnk

Reflection: Who Are You?

I’ve never been someone who makes New Year’s resolutions.

In fact, until I started dating Kiefer Sutherland, New Year’s Eve was just another day to me. I never stayed up to watch the ball drop, and I was usually in bed by 10:30….with a few exceptions.

This year I’m still not making any resolutions. Isn’t my 30 Before 30 List like a whole buttload of resolutions?

Anyways, the other night at dinner, Boo and Radley played High-Low. You go around the table and say the high part of your day and the low part of your day.

For example:

Low: My Pop-Tart was broken and crumbly.

High: I drank a milkshake for lunch. (My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard…. Sorry.)

So instead of resolutions, I am going to take  a moment to reflect on 2010 Boo-Radley-High-Low style.

Overall, 2010 was pretty good year. Here are the highlights:

So that’s my year in a nutshell. What were the highs and lows of your 2010? (You can use Thy as an example.)

I’ve been reading some of your blogs from almost the beginning, but many blogs are new to me. Sometimes I read a post, you mention something from your past, and then I feel left out.

As you look back on 2010, I’m asking you to post some of your highs and lows. What should I know about you?

Happy New Year!

A Lion Pinched My Butt

Kiefer and I don’t know what we’re doing for New Years yet. I’m afraid. So very afraid.

I’ve never been much of a celebrater on New Year’s Eve, and here’s why:

Incident #1

There was this one time…in high school (not band camp)…a friend had a New Year’s Eve party, and he had fireworks.

High Schoolers + Fireworks = Bad Idea

A small firework went astray, and when we scattered to avoid being hit by the rogue flame, a huge football player tripped and accidentally tackled me to the ground.

He landed on top of me. He was twice my size. It hurt. A lot.

Incident #2

The New Year’s Eve between Mephistopheles and Kiefer, I was dating the 22-year-old.

He took me to a party, and I met a lot of people. Why did I meet so many people? Because he kept dragging me from room to room every few minutes.

Why the constant movement?

Because his exgirlfriend was stalking us. She was the drunk lion, and I was the unknowing gazelle.

Finally, the 22-year-old had to take a bathroom break. (Never break the seal!) The lioness made her move.

Drunk Lion: Hi. I’m 22’s exgirlfriend. You’re cute.

Gazelle: Uh, thanks. ::sensing danger and slowly backing away::

Drunk Lion: I like you. ::grabs gazelle’s rump::

And that, my blog friends, is why I’m nervous about New Year’s Eve.