Almost New Year

Reading Kristina's blog today about dreams with falling, crumbling, rotting teeth encouraged me to blog today (sht up, I don't ahve to make sense, no one read this anyways!).

Do you have any New Years Resolutions? It's always rather anticlimactic to me. I mean, I have resolutions, but I don't wait until January 1st to kick 'em into gear. And the weather here has been dreadful for a month and isn't changing anytime soon, so that's nothing to look forward to. And I have to close the bar on New YEars Eve and we are open until 1...so I'll be toasting myself at midnight, most likely alone at the bar...because no one goes to O'Charley's to bring in the New Year. But hey, it's just 2011. Not 2000.

Now THAT was a funny New Years...I was 15...and I was allowed to have friends over, but I couldn't go anywhere...you know, because it was y2k and the world was going to end. We had a bonfire in our cul-de-sac. I specifically remember Tracy Smith and Eddie Mullins being there...and Eddie leaving before midnight because his parents were worried about him. It was a fun night where we all worried that maybe, jsut maybe, it was the end. 

And then after that it was Shorstein-palooza every New Years Eve for 5 years. I'll never forget the year a few of us had the underage kids drinking straight tonic water, having convinced them we'd spiked it for them...and then watched them "get drunk"...and video taped it...to later tell them they hadn't had a drop of liquor. ha.

 Someone is coming to visit me this weekend, someone I love so very much. But it's kinda a secret and I can't talk about it until said friend departs to go home. It's just...like that.

I'm still working out, for those of you who are simply DYING to know if I'm getting in shape. yes. Yes I am. But I don't want to talk about my sore arse or my still squishy spare tire, so I'll move on. Except to throw in real quick that I'm getting some new running kicks tonight:

Gotta keep it pink. That's how I keep it real. I may be chubby, but I like to look cute regardless, and these shoes are gonna look so fly with my new "performance capris".

I'm off to play the "Mystery Person Game Where You Pretend To Be Someone And I Pretend To Be Someone Else And We Try To Figure Out Who Is Who" with my daughter. Also known as Guess Who. :)