2009 is here, and although I thought about waxing poetic about the year that has passed and the year to come, frankly, I'm not feeling that inspired. I'd say, 'Maybe I'll do that next week,' but really, when I put things off like that, they never happen. Perhaps that should be my New Year's resolution - stop procrastinating. And, the first place I should probably put that resolution into practice is in our son's room. He's due to arrive in less than three months, and his room is still full of boxes packed with things that have yet to find a home since our remodel and office furniture.
Anywho, I spent my NYE alone for the most part. Mike was working, so I went out to dinner with his grandparents, and then sat with grandpa and watched a couple episodes of Speeders (kind of like Cops, only it's about the highway patrol, and not nearly as chock-full of trailer trash) before heading home to channel surf. At about 11:15, I decided to throw in the proverbial towel, take a shower and get ready for bed. I wasn't sure if I was even going to watch the ball drop (by the way, do they do that once an hour after midnight in New York, or what? How are they going Live to NY from Las Vegas, and the ball hasn't dropped yet? But I digress). After my shower, I decided to suck it up, and I put it on Fox's New Year's Eve Live so I could watch Robbie Knievel jump a dirt bike over the volcano at The Mirage in Las Vegas (ended up being totally anticlimactic, if you were wondering). Then, at 11:45, a car pulled up in front of our house. It was Mike. He told me he made a deal with one of his co-workers - he would not only do his own work, but also that of the aforementioned co-worker - so he could come home for 15 minutes and kiss me at midnight. I am one lucky gal.