I'm beginning to dread January. First it's the New Year's hangover, then my birthday, then the State of the Union address. It hasn't always been this way ... the New Year's festivities weren't quite so intoxicating ... my birthday was more of a celebration than a reminder of mortality ... and the presidential chat was filled with past accomplishments and hope for the future.
Not any more.
Tonight we were treated to more whines from the same hymnal that W's been using since the turn of the century. Apparently we're all dumb as rocks, because he's changing neither words nor message, just the order in which they appear. Rumor had it that our (p)Resident would be discussing things that were important to us, but what did we really get? He's called for a reduction in dependence on foreign oil every year, but nothing in that vein has been done. He wants to promote healthcare that won't bankrupt the average family, but nothing in that vein has been done. Environment ... nothing. Education ... nothing (unless you call No Child Left Behind something other than underfunded, and I don't). Economy ... nothing (but what was that malarkey about eradicating the federal deficit? How's he planning to pay off that $87 billion he borrowed from China to start this Iraq war? Is he selling Laura, or renting out a twin?). Osama bin Laden (okay, he's only appeared since the 2002 address, but still) ... nothing. Nothing ... nothing ... nothing. I guess W's just talking about what's on HIS mind ... come on now, say it with me ... NOTHING.
George, dude, do something. Lead, follow, or get the hell out of the way. You have made your rich corporate friends richer, you have prevented scientific research that could benefit millions of Americans, you have mortgaged my great-grandchildren's futures, and for what? Nothing.
Let me put it in a different light for you. I expect Nothing from you, because Nothing is all we've ever gotten. On 9/11, when you were told we were being attacked, you did Nothing. Your promises of accountability in the Plame scandal came to Nothing. Your pledges of support to the people of New Orleans have brought them Nothing (but Brownie did a heckuvajob, eh?). Your efforts to privatize Social Security (which were really just a transparent attempt to siphon off what little there is to that program anyhow) resulted in Nothing.
Y'all see a trend here? Have you gotten sick enough of Nothing to demand Something instead? Dammit, I grew up in the wealthiest, most productive, most emulated, most admired nation on the planet, and all of that is slipping away ... for nothing.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Lordy, Lordy
The day I've been dreading for the last ten years - since I turned 30 - arrived. We were supposed to have yet another round of bitterly cold weather with nasty freezing and frozen precipitation, so nothing had been planned. The children were aghast at the thought that Mumma would have no birthday cake, but they were pacified by the thought of blueberry muffins with candles in them! Welcome to the downhill slide, I thought to myself more than just a few times in the days (and weeks) leading to the day.
But ... it's all okay, and pretty much the same as it was the day before. I didn't suddenly sprout horns. There's not a neon sign over my head that says DONE WITH YOUTH. Deep creases and wrinkles did not appear all over me from nowhere. I'm just me, like I have been for a good while now.
As it happened, there was no storm to speak of this weekend. It spat snow and ice bits and freezing rain for a while on Saturday, but it wasn't for long, and there wasn't much of it, and it didn't seem to hang around. We went to our favorite Japanese hibachi steakhouse for dinner to celebrate (and took a REAL birthday cake for Mumma ... plus one for Mumma's darling cousin Becca, the only other girl on the McGee side, who turned 21 in the really awful storm that DID happen last weekend).
You may already know that I'm the kind of girl who has what she wants. I figured out that if I want something, I can go get it for myself. I don't need someone else to get it for me, and I generally don't need permission from anyone to get what I want within certain parameters ... wouldn't buy a house without discussing it with the spousal unit, for example. I am old enough to have heard Helen Reddy describe being Strong and Invicible on the radio when I was a little kid, and I believed her. This is all wrapped up into one big feeling that is difficult to explain, but totally enjoyable from inside my skin. It presents, however, a small issue to the spousal unit at times like these ... what do you get the girl that's got everything for a milestone birthday?
Well ... you give her a trip to Paris, apparently.
The simplicity and practicality of it are stunning. We'll be in England this summer anyhow, and England is way closer to France than Oklahoma, so it makes sense to go from there, especially when you consider that Mum and Pops are always looking for time to spend with the twins that doesn't include "parental interference". We found some flights from Manchester (yay, another two hour drive through the #@%&ing Pennine Mountains each way) to Paris, and a hotel that isn't a fleabag, priced unbelievably low on Travelocity ... bought them ... and we're off.
Hmph. Maybe I should turn 40 next year, too.
But ... it's all okay, and pretty much the same as it was the day before. I didn't suddenly sprout horns. There's not a neon sign over my head that says DONE WITH YOUTH. Deep creases and wrinkles did not appear all over me from nowhere. I'm just me, like I have been for a good while now.
As it happened, there was no storm to speak of this weekend. It spat snow and ice bits and freezing rain for a while on Saturday, but it wasn't for long, and there wasn't much of it, and it didn't seem to hang around. We went to our favorite Japanese hibachi steakhouse for dinner to celebrate (and took a REAL birthday cake for Mumma ... plus one for Mumma's darling cousin Becca, the only other girl on the McGee side, who turned 21 in the really awful storm that DID happen last weekend).
You may already know that I'm the kind of girl who has what she wants. I figured out that if I want something, I can go get it for myself. I don't need someone else to get it for me, and I generally don't need permission from anyone to get what I want within certain parameters ... wouldn't buy a house without discussing it with the spousal unit, for example. I am old enough to have heard Helen Reddy describe being Strong and Invicible on the radio when I was a little kid, and I believed her. This is all wrapped up into one big feeling that is difficult to explain, but totally enjoyable from inside my skin. It presents, however, a small issue to the spousal unit at times like these ... what do you get the girl that's got everything for a milestone birthday?
Well ... you give her a trip to Paris, apparently.
The simplicity and practicality of it are stunning. We'll be in England this summer anyhow, and England is way closer to France than Oklahoma, so it makes sense to go from there, especially when you consider that Mum and Pops are always looking for time to spend with the twins that doesn't include "parental interference". We found some flights from Manchester (yay, another two hour drive through the #@%&ing Pennine Mountains each way) to Paris, and a hotel that isn't a fleabag, priced unbelievably low on Travelocity ... bought them ... and we're off.
Hmph. Maybe I should turn 40 next year, too.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
To Boldly Go ...
... and "go" is definitely the operative word.
We have been inside since midday Friday. There's only so much laundry you can do and so many movies you can watch and so much sleep upon which you might catch up before cabin fever sets in and you begin to wonder if there's anybody else left in the world besides you and the people in your house. It's not the best wonder there ever was.
Today is friend Harold's birthday, so Mark took the decision that he was going to go to the Hornets game with a bunch of the boys in celebration. I then took the decision that if he could go clear downtown, the children and I could surely make it out to the mall area for dinner! We all got bundled up snugly, I spent twenty minutes hacking ice off of the three-ton sport utility vehicle, and off to Red Lobster we went.
It was REALLY nice to go out. Kieran and Kendall were exceedingly well-behaved, and supper was great (mostly because I hadn't had to cook and wouldn't be doing the dishes). As a treat, we popped into Barnes and Noble on the way home (and yes, Mom, it really IS on the way home) to get some books to read since there's no school again tomorrow. We made it home safely (although we're still waiting for Daddy to return from downtown), and somehow it now seems like a good idea to go watch a movie!
Cabin fever ... it isn't just for "The Shining" anymore.
We have been inside since midday Friday. There's only so much laundry you can do and so many movies you can watch and so much sleep upon which you might catch up before cabin fever sets in and you begin to wonder if there's anybody else left in the world besides you and the people in your house. It's not the best wonder there ever was.
Today is friend Harold's birthday, so Mark took the decision that he was going to go to the Hornets game with a bunch of the boys in celebration. I then took the decision that if he could go clear downtown, the children and I could surely make it out to the mall area for dinner! We all got bundled up snugly, I spent twenty minutes hacking ice off of the three-ton sport utility vehicle, and off to Red Lobster we went.
It was REALLY nice to go out. Kieran and Kendall were exceedingly well-behaved, and supper was great (mostly because I hadn't had to cook and wouldn't be doing the dishes). As a treat, we popped into Barnes and Noble on the way home (and yes, Mom, it really IS on the way home) to get some books to read since there's no school again tomorrow. We made it home safely (although we're still waiting for Daddy to return from downtown), and somehow it now seems like a good idea to go watch a movie!
Cabin fever ... it isn't just for "The Shining" anymore.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Not N-Ice.
It's cold. Somehow it seems wrong that it could be this cold in Oklahoma, when we routinely have summers that begin in April and last well into October, with temperatures exceeding 100F for days on end, and eight to twelve weeks go by wtih no rain. On Thursday last week, the high temperature in Oklahoma City was 68F ... on Friday, it was 39F ... on Saturday, 23F ... yesterday, 24F (ooh, a warming trend) ... and just now, it's 19F outside with a 4F wind chill (for you folks in the metric lands, that's a -7C air temp and -16C wind chill).
I went into the front bathroom a little while ago, the one that has a north-facing window, and came out with my feet feeling as though I'd gone for a walk outside barefoot. Even in the utility room, I can feel a chill from the garage. (Would that I could use that as an excuse not to do the laundry ... sigh.) Outside there's ice on top of snow on top of ice on top of snow on top of ice, so it isn't fit for driving or playing or walking or anything-ing. The children and I are about to drive each other round the bend! Oh, sure, we made blueberry muffins on Saturday, but those were gone by yesterday afternoon. I do have some brownie mix and sugar cookie dough, though, and I suppose I'll make some of those to use to pacify the little monsters.
If not for the incontrovertible evidence to the contrary, I'd be pfffting at global warming just now. Brrr!
I went into the front bathroom a little while ago, the one that has a north-facing window, and came out with my feet feeling as though I'd gone for a walk outside barefoot. Even in the utility room, I can feel a chill from the garage. (Would that I could use that as an excuse not to do the laundry ... sigh.) Outside there's ice on top of snow on top of ice on top of snow on top of ice, so it isn't fit for driving or playing or walking or anything-ing. The children and I are about to drive each other round the bend! Oh, sure, we made blueberry muffins on Saturday, but those were gone by yesterday afternoon. I do have some brownie mix and sugar cookie dough, though, and I suppose I'll make some of those to use to pacify the little monsters.
If not for the incontrovertible evidence to the contrary, I'd be pfffting at global warming just now. Brrr!
Thursday, January 11, 2007
George Is Upset ... Hand Over More Cannon Fodder
I read the news today, oh boy ...
Oh, wait, that didn't really happen. Darn.
Well, hey, how about this one, then?
Nope. No joy there, either. Drat.
What is it, this thing that's got me all anti-Bush today (or at least that tiny sliver more so than usual ... that bit that makes it so you'd notice)? Why, it's that rally-round-the-flag line of crap that the (p)Resident spouted at us all last night. That's what's got me cheesed, that's what's got my knickers in a twist, that's what's had me in a proper grump all damn day, and that's what I'm going to snarl about now.
So, King George decided to take responsibility. How wonderful for him, but what comfort will that bring to the Americans who have lost a loved one in this military action? How will his mea culpa serve to cure those irreparably wounded by his folly? It can't. It won't. That ship sailed right around the time that he posed on an aircraft carrier less than five miles from its berth in San Diego proclaiming that our Mission had in fact been Accomplished ... but wait, that was nearly four years ago! What are our people still doing there? Hell, why did we go in the first place? (Rhetorical, rhetorical ... I already know the answer. There's a reason why the name was changed from Operation Iraqi Liberation, ya know.)
The recently retired American general who was in charge of the Iraq mission was quoted as saying that more troops wouldn't help. The commission appointed by Boy George to promulgate all those recommendations said that more troops wouldn't help. Why is he going against the counsel of people who've actually been to war? It's said that Gee Dubya was "upset" by Saddam Hussein's hanging. Well, hell, George, what did you think would happen? Did you envision something less than what our nation has been perpetrating against prisoners at Gitmo? Something humane, perhaps? Dude, this is the guy that you whined about for ages! This is Saddam Hussein, the man whose name your father couldn't (or wouldn't) pronounce properly, the man who killed people under his leadership, the man who allowed his son to gleefully maim/torture/murder Iraqi athletes who didn't win, the man you vowed to GET. Well, you got him, and you handed him over on a platter to the people against whom he'd committed these atrocities, and NOW you're "upset" that he was executed? WhatEVER.
It's time to make some changes.
Kindly notice that there has been no peace to speak of in the Middle East since recorded history began; the arrogance of this fortunate son isn't going to change that, no matter how hard he stomps his foot and demands it. Any Americans who still believe it was our place to dictate the style and nature of government to another sovereign nation need to cash that reality check and realize that this is worse than Vietnam - which Bush and many of his cabal avoided. Iraq had WMD at one point, yes (because we gave them over to curry favor with Saddam against Iran after Khomeini had taken our citizens and embassy hostage) ... but no longer (because Bush the Elder promised US support for an uprising against Hussein after the first Gulf War, which promise was promptly reneged upon, leading to Saddam's use of all manner and sort of nasty US weapons against his own people). The whole premise for military action was a fable (and Valerie Plame was a casualty - do Karl Rove and Dick Cheney still work at 1600 Pennsylvania?).
The intelligent, courageous, and proper thing for the new Congress to do is to require testimony under oath from Mr. Bush, Mr. Cheney, Mr. Rumsfeld, and the others who led us down this garden path - and to remove them from office for high crimes and misdemeanors, then turn them over to The Hague for crimes against humanity. America's standing in the world has been compromised enough. Our failure to police our own leadership will be the catalyst for our downfall.
My friend Elsie sent this link to the Keith Olbermann commentary on last night's travesty of an Iraq "plan": http://www.crooksandliars.com/2007/01/11/special-comment-on-the-presidents-address/
There's a list at the end of losses sustained by this particular administration that isn't to be missed. (And please, none of that "liberal media" garbage ... at least not while Condi is chirping the praises of Fox Faux News. Blurk.)
So much for getting Osama bin Laden "dead or alive," eh?
Oh, wait, that didn't really happen. Darn.Well, hey, how about this one, then?
Nope. No joy there, either. Drat.What is it, this thing that's got me all anti-Bush today (or at least that tiny sliver more so than usual ... that bit that makes it so you'd notice)? Why, it's that rally-round-the-flag line of crap that the (p)Resident spouted at us all last night. That's what's got me cheesed, that's what's got my knickers in a twist, that's what's had me in a proper grump all damn day, and that's what I'm going to snarl about now.
So, King George decided to take responsibility. How wonderful for him, but what comfort will that bring to the Americans who have lost a loved one in this military action? How will his mea culpa serve to cure those irreparably wounded by his folly? It can't. It won't. That ship sailed right around the time that he posed on an aircraft carrier less than five miles from its berth in San Diego proclaiming that our Mission had in fact been Accomplished ... but wait, that was nearly four years ago! What are our people still doing there? Hell, why did we go in the first place? (Rhetorical, rhetorical ... I already know the answer. There's a reason why the name was changed from Operation Iraqi Liberation, ya know.)
The recently retired American general who was in charge of the Iraq mission was quoted as saying that more troops wouldn't help. The commission appointed by Boy George to promulgate all those recommendations said that more troops wouldn't help. Why is he going against the counsel of people who've actually been to war? It's said that Gee Dubya was "upset" by Saddam Hussein's hanging. Well, hell, George, what did you think would happen? Did you envision something less than what our nation has been perpetrating against prisoners at Gitmo? Something humane, perhaps? Dude, this is the guy that you whined about for ages! This is Saddam Hussein, the man whose name your father couldn't (or wouldn't) pronounce properly, the man who killed people under his leadership, the man who allowed his son to gleefully maim/torture/murder Iraqi athletes who didn't win, the man you vowed to GET. Well, you got him, and you handed him over on a platter to the people against whom he'd committed these atrocities, and NOW you're "upset" that he was executed? WhatEVER.
It's time to make some changes.
Kindly notice that there has been no peace to speak of in the Middle East since recorded history began; the arrogance of this fortunate son isn't going to change that, no matter how hard he stomps his foot and demands it. Any Americans who still believe it was our place to dictate the style and nature of government to another sovereign nation need to cash that reality check and realize that this is worse than Vietnam - which Bush and many of his cabal avoided. Iraq had WMD at one point, yes (because we gave them over to curry favor with Saddam against Iran after Khomeini had taken our citizens and embassy hostage) ... but no longer (because Bush the Elder promised US support for an uprising against Hussein after the first Gulf War, which promise was promptly reneged upon, leading to Saddam's use of all manner and sort of nasty US weapons against his own people). The whole premise for military action was a fable (and Valerie Plame was a casualty - do Karl Rove and Dick Cheney still work at 1600 Pennsylvania?).
The intelligent, courageous, and proper thing for the new Congress to do is to require testimony under oath from Mr. Bush, Mr. Cheney, Mr. Rumsfeld, and the others who led us down this garden path - and to remove them from office for high crimes and misdemeanors, then turn them over to The Hague for crimes against humanity. America's standing in the world has been compromised enough. Our failure to police our own leadership will be the catalyst for our downfall.
My friend Elsie sent this link to the Keith Olbermann commentary on last night's travesty of an Iraq "plan": http://www.crooksandliars.com/2007/01/11/special-comment-on-the-presidents-address/
There's a list at the end of losses sustained by this particular administration that isn't to be missed. (And please, none of that "liberal media" garbage ... at least not while Condi is chirping the praises of Fox Faux News. Blurk.)
So much for getting Osama bin Laden "dead or alive," eh?
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
If It Says "Cheap" -- There's A Reason
Yesterday I was still kind of wonky about not having bought plane tickets to go to England this year; events conspired in 2006 to keep me so busy that I blonded the whole enterprise until the last couple of weeks of the year. So, last night, I requested and received from the spousal unit permission to make the purchase. ("What? You haven't bought them yet? Good God, woman," is what he actually said.) I'd got it narrowed down to two different (yet remarkably similar) routings and prices ... we chose one ... and off I went to make the purchase.
Mistake #1: Buying plane tickets from a website that doesn't have a customer service phone number ANYWHERE online.
Mistake #2: Buying plane tickets from a website that no one you know has ever used.
Mistake #3: Buying plane tickets from a website that doesn't advertise any sort of a customer satisfaction guarantee.
Next time I go to do this, I shall remember my dear darling friend Lori the Travel Goddess (she's at Boarding Pass Travel in Norman, OK - it's in the book - and the value of the service this woman hands out as a matter of course far exceeds the value of the $20 per ticket you pay for an actual human being to handle your world ... she knows all kinds of cool stuff, and I can't recommend anyone more highly) and ring her. I think it might have cost me another Franklin or so per ticket, but I'm going to have to spend that much on Rogaine and Pepcid (and possibly Prozac) after dealing with the people who are in (air quotes here) customer service at the travel website that I used to book this trip.
This is where I would normally wonder aloud what else could go wrong, but I think that might be too close to spitting in karma's face with this trip. In most other situations, I would use this space to go on a wild and raving rant about the devaluation of personal service in the modern world, but I'd really rather not re-live the whole thing. It was that awful. Instead, let me just say to the world at large that if a website promises Cheap Tickets (heck, if that's the name of the joint), there's a reason why they're so cheap ... and after seeing card charges totalling $500+ more than I thought I was going to pay, I have to think that their respect for consumers is cheap too.
Mistake #1: Buying plane tickets from a website that doesn't have a customer service phone number ANYWHERE online.
Mistake #2: Buying plane tickets from a website that no one you know has ever used.
Mistake #3: Buying plane tickets from a website that doesn't advertise any sort of a customer satisfaction guarantee.
Next time I go to do this, I shall remember my dear darling friend Lori the Travel Goddess (she's at Boarding Pass Travel in Norman, OK - it's in the book - and the value of the service this woman hands out as a matter of course far exceeds the value of the $20 per ticket you pay for an actual human being to handle your world ... she knows all kinds of cool stuff, and I can't recommend anyone more highly) and ring her. I think it might have cost me another Franklin or so per ticket, but I'm going to have to spend that much on Rogaine and Pepcid (and possibly Prozac) after dealing with the people who are in (air quotes here) customer service at the travel website that I used to book this trip.
This is where I would normally wonder aloud what else could go wrong, but I think that might be too close to spitting in karma's face with this trip. In most other situations, I would use this space to go on a wild and raving rant about the devaluation of personal service in the modern world, but I'd really rather not re-live the whole thing. It was that awful. Instead, let me just say to the world at large that if a website promises Cheap Tickets (heck, if that's the name of the joint), there's a reason why they're so cheap ... and after seeing card charges totalling $500+ more than I thought I was going to pay, I have to think that their respect for consumers is cheap too.
Monday, January 1, 2007
A Tabula Rasa
For the most part, 2006 was a great year for me. Business boomed (our little mortgage company closed 53 loans) and expanded (I got a real estate sales license and closed my first sale the same month that the license was issued), the children blossomed (the twins started school, and elder daughter kept her straight-A record - and grew to within an inch of my full height). It's the year that I first got to go to Scotland and see its two major cities and some of its history (although Loch Ness is still on the to-do list). It marked the beginning of the end of my 30s and saw some fairly serious weight loss for me (and all I had to do was dump the Dr Pepper). I got a cute new toy at the end of July (Skarlet is a red convertible, and driving her is a joy nearing euphoria). Oh, and let's not forget 2006's crowning achievement - the collective pink slip handed to the ruling Republican't majority in Congress (in my daft little blonde head, it's tantamount to putting the GWB administration on notice that America isn't going to put up with its force-fed bullsh*t any longer).
It did have some down days, though. My beloved (step)dad, Dale Patrick, shuffled off his mortal coil at the end of September. A dear friend's new grandbaby born in December has some pretty serious heart problems (two-edged blade there: new baby, yay; heart problems, boo). England got excused from the World Cup after an Argentinian referee with an ax to grind punted Wayne Rooney in the quarter-final match against Portugal (0-0 in regulation time, 3-1 to Portugal on penalties, with Beckham out to injury - who knew puking was an injury? - and Rooney sidelined with his red card). And in Iraq, America tallied up a total of 3000 service member deaths so far (scratch your head and wonder why we're still there - nay, why we went there in the first place).
All things considered, though, I'll mark 2006 down as a success. Hope you can do the same.
Elder daughter was at Nana's house to ring in the new year (they've always been close, but have gotten more so since Patrick's exit), so it was just the spousal unit and the twins and me for the event itself. The plan was to go out for supper, then come home and watch "It's A Wonderful Life" ('cause your obdn't svt here hasn't ever seen it all the way through). We ventured out about half past eight, stopped in at our friends Sean and Mary's house (Sean's from England too - Mary is an Oklahoma girl - and Sean's parents arrived on the 30th for a fortnight), and then went to Abuelo's to eat. Upon arriving home, though, we couldn't find the DVD that we know is around here somewhere (if you've never seen/heard George Carlin's routine about STUFF, go find it and watch it - it's not only riotously funny, it's also quite descriptive of our house). Ah, but "The Producers" was on, and Mark and I had seen it in the West End last time we went to London (although poor Mark was in pain the whole time, being crammed into a seat built for a 5-year-old), so we watched that for a while. Mark started snoring about 11:15 (which is typical for him after eating at Abuelo's). I put the littles in their 2007 jammies, we sat and watched the seconds tick off the clock, wished each other Happy New Year, and then off to bed we all went.
The only New Year's resolution I've ever been able to keep is the one I made a few years ago ... not to make any more New Year's resolutions ... so instead of droning on about all the myriad things I'm going to do/not do in 2007, I'll end with a midnight photo of Kieran and Kendall.
Happy New Year!
It did have some down days, though. My beloved (step)dad, Dale Patrick, shuffled off his mortal coil at the end of September. A dear friend's new grandbaby born in December has some pretty serious heart problems (two-edged blade there: new baby, yay; heart problems, boo). England got excused from the World Cup after an Argentinian referee with an ax to grind punted Wayne Rooney in the quarter-final match against Portugal (0-0 in regulation time, 3-1 to Portugal on penalties, with Beckham out to injury - who knew puking was an injury? - and Rooney sidelined with his red card). And in Iraq, America tallied up a total of 3000 service member deaths so far (scratch your head and wonder why we're still there - nay, why we went there in the first place).
All things considered, though, I'll mark 2006 down as a success. Hope you can do the same.
Elder daughter was at Nana's house to ring in the new year (they've always been close, but have gotten more so since Patrick's exit), so it was just the spousal unit and the twins and me for the event itself. The plan was to go out for supper, then come home and watch "It's A Wonderful Life" ('cause your obdn't svt here hasn't ever seen it all the way through). We ventured out about half past eight, stopped in at our friends Sean and Mary's house (Sean's from England too - Mary is an Oklahoma girl - and Sean's parents arrived on the 30th for a fortnight), and then went to Abuelo's to eat. Upon arriving home, though, we couldn't find the DVD that we know is around here somewhere (if you've never seen/heard George Carlin's routine about STUFF, go find it and watch it - it's not only riotously funny, it's also quite descriptive of our house). Ah, but "The Producers" was on, and Mark and I had seen it in the West End last time we went to London (although poor Mark was in pain the whole time, being crammed into a seat built for a 5-year-old), so we watched that for a while. Mark started snoring about 11:15 (which is typical for him after eating at Abuelo's). I put the littles in their 2007 jammies, we sat and watched the seconds tick off the clock, wished each other Happy New Year, and then off to bed we all went.
The only New Year's resolution I've ever been able to keep is the one I made a few years ago ... not to make any more New Year's resolutions ... so instead of droning on about all the myriad things I'm going to do/not do in 2007, I'll end with a midnight photo of Kieran and Kendall.
Happy New Year!
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