So, it's New Years Eve and I am blogging, which may lead some people to believe that my life is less than one big party. Yeah, well it is way less.
I did get kind of invited to a New Year's party, but I declined. Wldmom, who knows how to both mix a mean cocktail and throw a grand party, has a neighborhood get together at her place for New Years, and Evan wanted to go run with the boys. (We are in adjoining neighborhoods, which is reason enough to move if you ask me) So I called and asked her if Evan could crash her party, she generously said he could and then tried to get my sorry ass to attend her party too. But you know what, Jackie is having her own little dance party already over here on my jaw, and I'll be damned if I am going to take her out. It's bad enough she is always hanging around while I do the boring day to day, but there shall be no party for Jackie. For a while today, I thought that maybe Jackie had slipped the knitting needle out of my ear and replaced it with a slimmer less painful crochet needle, but now I am not so sure. I just can't tell with her. She is too unpredictable. Also, while I was painting Josh's awesome room today (Oh my goodness it is coming along so well!) I got paint on my favorite completely styless but easy to slip on while running out the door late for school again mom clogs, and I somehow threw my back out (just a little) bit trying to wipe them off. The fun never ends here! I am going to drop Evan off, and hopefully he will not be the instigator of any fires, explosions or the reason the neighbors summon the police. The husband has agreed to pick him up around 10.
I will be here, at home, with the husband, Matt and Josh, (two of whom have a nasty head cold) enjoying a few of our Blockbuster selections, along with at least the other 28 people who waited patiently in line with us at Blockbuster today, so I am thinking that I am not alone in my lack of partying here in Stepford.
One of my favorite radio stations is currently playing a "Top 100 All Time Best Party Songs". I am proud to report that I know way more songs than my hopelessly nerdy husband, and even more than my not quite into music yet children. I do have a slight amount of guilt over making them listen to lite music for all these years. Eventually they will have some make up to do. After watching Matt and Josh dance to a few songs I can without a doubt declare them the whitest boys ever. But, luckily for me, I always found myself eerily attracted to the guys who danced like they were either acting out a Shakespearean play or on mushrooms. I can tell you one thing for sure, there will be no professional dancing for my babies. I'd tell you how Evan dances, but he has been in the bathroom for 30 minutes (because that is how long he stays in there for, I know, I worry too) and he hasn't had the opportunity to dance yet.
There is some champagne chilling, so I will try hard to make it awake until 12, but honestly, that is way past my bed time and I was already falling asleep on the couch earlier today during day light hours while humoring Matt and trying to watch Talladega Nights.
Wish me luck, and Happy New Years!
PS Thanks to Elena for helping to boost my comments there on that last post! I am patiently waiting for 1,000 comments (about 100 more to go) and then I'll find a way to celebrate. (See? Any excuse to party!)