We'll take a cup of kindness yet...
It's waaaaay after midnight.
Stinkerbell stayed up a little later than normal - but not till 2007.
The Mighty Hunter stayed up till 10:30, I think. Maybe 11.
I'm still up. Being a geek. And insomniac. Peanut is killing me with this not sleeping crap.
wooooo HOOOOOOOOO PAAAAARTYYYYYYY!!!!
Peanut has wiggled around a lot. I think he had the hiccups earlier. Whatever it was, it made him grab my intestines and squeeze my bladder rhytmically for about 15 minutes. Hopefully, he's through with that. I wish he'd go to sleep in there!
I think Peanut has probably had a wilder night than any of the rest of us.
We're old and sad. If anyone out there who's been lurking around reading this has any suggestions as to how to liven up the lives of the Auburn Family Always without drinking too many "adult silly drinks" or spending what little money we have left after Christmas, I'd appreciate it. Please leave your comment.
Now about this Auld Lang Syne crap
I used to make such a big deal of making resolutions and even WRITING THEM DOWN SOMEWHERE and telling my mom or best friend. That was back when I was in high school and college and my life was lived for my selfish self.
I think I might have even kept one or two of those resolutions.
But those years are LOOOOOOONG gone. I now wish I could figure out how to apply eye makeup like Carmindy on What Not to Wear and how to reach around my HUGELY pregnant belly to trim my own toenails. FORGET polishing them.
Hello??? It's winter! No one sees my toes anyway.
After taking a hiatus from writing and certainly KEEPING any new year's resolutions, I think I'll give it a try. But much like Moreena, I'm gonna prevent the inevitable disappointment in my own failure by crafting my resolutions to a level that I MIGHT actually meet.
-I resolve to give birth.
-I resolve to cry over giving birth.
-I resolve to be a smart aleck to anyone I can, whenever I can.
-I resolve to meet the minimum definitions of my multiple identities: mom, wife, daughter, sister, friend.
-I resolve to try my dangedest to find some kind of humor in my ordinary little life.
-I resolve to sing along with the radio and in the shower and wherever I choose, as loud as I want, making up lyrics as I go, and be convinced that Simon Cowell himself would faint by the vast, raw musical talent that the good Lord lavished upon me.
-I resolve to laugh at inappropriate times. Uncontrollably if possible.
-I resolve to eat gooey, underbaked chocolate chip cookies and drink tall glasses of cold milk with them.
-I resolve to drink orchards of pulp-free orange juice.
-I resolve to blog too much.
-I resolve to email too much.
-I resolve to make both my blog posts and emails entirely too long and wordy and boring.
-I resolve to procrastinate housework and other trivial things like paying bills until I get all panicky about it.
-I resolve to watch more Y&R, What Not to Wear, HGTV, DIY, anything Discovery channel.
-I resolve to love my Mighty Hunter and remember I've got me a keeper.
-I resolve to love my Stinkerbell and remember that she is very special, sweet, precious, wonderful, loving, affectionate, insightful, silly, surprising, smart, pretty, snuggly, soft, friendly, creative, talented,
I can't finish this list. My vocabulary is insufficient.
-I resolve to love Peanut and attempt to survive the sleep deprivation he will bring to our home.
-I resolve to love my Lord and thank Him for the gifts of all kinds He has given us.
-I resolve to leave my comments on other blogs. (wait, I already do that. But YOU don't! COMMENT DANGIT!!!)
-I resolve to park my pimped out, repaired Mamamobile in the garage and be spoiled by the whole event each time.
-I resolve to eat EasyMac with a slice of Velveeta added in.
I think that's a good start.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
We'll take a cup of kindness yet...