An hour ago, I walked into my sister in law’s room. Fireworks and bangers were on her bed. She was all dressed in black. I was confused. She was getting ready for the New Year fireworks. Apparently, it is a tradition for her. The weird thing……I have been complaining to her ALL DAY how noisy it will be at 12 a.m….how the noise will interrupt me and my Beebee’s sleep. I complained ALL DAY, only to find her to be part of the conspiracy to ruin my beautiful sleep.
I feel like such an old prude. My sister in law is older than I am. Why don’t I feel any excitement with the impending new year celebrations? Maybe because as kids, we never joined in the street celebrations? All we did was look out of our windows at the firework displays and go oooooooooo aaaaaaaaaa…. Right now, all I can think is how noisy it will be at 12…My Beebee will wake and i can kiss all hope of a restful night goodbye. Sigh….it is official. I am an 28-year-old prude.
That being said, I have a lot to be thankful for this year. I didn’t blog as much as I should have, but I didn’t completely abandon my blog. I took care of a baby all year long and despite the fact I am the clumsiest klutz in the world, she made it to her first year with no injuries….yeah it is a big deal. I am grateful for the gift of life. I am grateful for my weight loss. I am grateful for my faithful readers who stayed with him despite of my terrible sporadic posts.
So I may be a prude about the new year celebration, but I do sincerely wish my readers and everyone out there a great 2015. Fewer wars. Less murders….More family….More love