Last night we stayed home. Boy and Girl Child stayed up with us to watch the ball drop. Dick Clark made me want to cry. I know he has to be about 200 years old now, but it was still sad.
Jason got the bright idea that the children should bang pots and pans when it was midnight. Apparently he always did that when he was a child. I? Had never heard of that, but he insists that it's common. Is it common and I'm just stupid? Or is this another one of those I'm-not-from-Connecticut-so-I-couldn't-possibly-understand kind of things? I grew up in East Tennessee and had to be in bed by 9pm.
Also? Boy and Girl Child are almost ten. So they were kind of like, "Um, what?" Because isn't banging on pots and pans something kids do when they are like two? I don't know, they never did that either.
But they were good sports. They tried to make a sufficient amount of noise.
Today, since I am a complete glutton for punishment, I started Blog 365. So I'm blogging every day for 2008.
I know I blog most days, but with this? I'll be blogging every day. No excuses! No waiting! No crap! (Yeah right)
That's the plan anyway.
I keep sitting here trying to think of something wise and profound to say to welcome in the new year. But I can't, because I suck. Also? My head hurts from everyone banging on pots last night.