Pardon me while I reflect
Some years, it's easy:2001 -- That's the year I got hitched. Oh, and the year the world changed.
2003 -- TheBoy was born. Say no more.
2004 -- We moved. End of story.
1993 -- My Tar Heels won the national championship. And I turned 21. A twofer!
But 2005? Jeez, where to start.
We settled into Portland. We fell in love with the place. I did OK at my new job. I started riding my bike. Every day. Even when it hit 30 degrees outside. And started raining. (To be listed under that: I grew up.) TheBoy turned 2, with all the wonders (full sentences!) and pains ("Why? Why? Whhhyyyy???) that come with that. My family . . . er, well, let's just avoid that topic for the moment. We put in a new bathroom. OK, Judybat put in a new bathroom, with help from our contractor. I read some books. OK, a lot of books. We watched some TV shows on DVD. OK, a lot of TV shows on DVD. I gained five pounds around the middle that I can certainly stand to lose. I lost five pounds of hair, and it seems I could certainly have stood to lose that too. My Yankees sucked, but not as much as they could have. My Tar Heels did not suck, and my throat is still a little raw from the shouting. I did not get pregnant. And I did not freak out about it. (Did I mention I'm infertile? That's what I've decided.) I became bionic, at least in the hearing department.
Thus, my confusion. A belated happy, happy, happy new year to you all. Well, almost all of you.
posted by AnnaRay at 5:03 PM
4 Comments:
Who doesn't get the Happy New Year?
Jack Abramoff? Tom DeLay? Michael Scanlon? dare I hope-- George Bush? Those are all people I'd love to see have an unhappy new year.
...but then again, something tells me those folks aren't avid readers of this blog.
People not getting a happy new year wish from me: The park ranger who came on just to pitch his site (bad park ranger! bad park ranger!) and the person who got to us today by doing a Google search that included the phrases "mommy haircut" and "with my feet up in stirrups."
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