As 2013 Year Ends..

Remember the hullabaloo of what Y2K would do to all mankind? 

A friend recently fessed up how she and her husband made provisions in their home, just in case something DID happen!

Now we are ready to step 14 years into the 21st century- those same

friends made provisions to stay home tonight with their kitties.

And me?

Headed to Inspiring Body of Christ Church, as I've done the last 

few New Year's Eve for a Word,  music which is almost

like being a Earth, Wind and Fire concert without the 

booze, and about 4000 of my closest and dearest friends :)

Let's get this 2014 party started!

New Year's Eve Eve

Can you believe it?

2010 is about to close up on us. Seems kinda like yesterday it New Year's Day 2010, then we have a 12 inches of snow in February, I start school, a new job, gain weight, lose weight, gain weight, attend, my all decade High School reunion in Iowa, think about giving up this house, celebrate my 4th year anniversary of that pesky open-heart surgery I had, committed to a new church home, started new friendships, strengthened some, kinda tapered off on others, pet cats, fed cats, cleaned litter boxes, said good-bye to the sweetest kitty-Perry (who remains on this blog's banner), started a novel (again), saw a chum get married who I watched go from a brat to an intelligent, successful woman, basked in the thought of making a peach pie with peaches from my own peach tree, only to have my outside 'pets' take a bite out of just about every one, tried Vietnamese food because a classmate asked me to, still ponder what color to paint these walls--I have enough color strips on them as is...and well....you get the picture.

On this next to the last day of 2010 looms, I'll reminisce of what happened and what didn't. I'll Thank God tonight becausse he let me see this day, and I'll thank Him tomorrow if He sees fit to wake me up. Then I'll wipe the sleep from my eyes as the final day of the year beckons and may have the look of this kitty...

"2010, it's been good. It has. I'll miss you. I got my impatience showin'

See, me and 2011 are eager to get our year long party on!"

And yes, the kitty DID say that...!

And Now It Begins

The New Year....2009! It's two hours and fifteen minutes old. I came home starved, but I had to do something first before I could munch. Went outside, looked up to the stars and gave my thanks. Expressed my confidence to be able to handle whatever He decides. To test me and my character on the path to blessings. For the past few years, I'd done this ritual on my apartment balcony and just pray nobody would do a drive-by as an extra firework for the New Years! This year was different. I was out in my own backyard. Sat on the bench, where Movie Man had bees buzz around his bald head this past Spring. On my balcony in 2006, I told God I knew something was coming and felt it could be handled. Three months later I had to decide if a little open-heart surgery would keep me down or if I would just rest, get up and live life. This year, as my buns froze on that cold bench, I told Him let's write this next chapter. Then I came in and ate a bowl of Total Raisin Bran instead of the fudge I craved. *Sigh*

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

The Final Day of 2008

...and where will you be when the final minute ticks and 2009 begins? Will you be at a party where champagne is your new best chum, until your head pounds in the morning? Will you be alone with your significant other-just the two of you, as a toast is made to your future? Or will you be by yourself, perhaps a little melancholy because you're not doing the other two things and then to watch "When Harry Met Sally" for the billionth time makes you cry instead, of your usual smile, during its New Year's scene? Or are you in the place where you should be with the folks you're suppose to be with? As folks left work today, the answer to, "Where you goin' tonight?" was the chorus of "Church." Ha! When did Church become the place to party on New Year's Eve? The chorus sings, "When you know Who gave you the breath, the power, and the light to be blessed to see another year. " And now you're headed to the Watch Night for the New Year's Eve celebration at the Potter's House -aka- Church.

Just the place you oughta be.

December 31, 1980 was Wednesday

Pulled out the diary--just had to see. Was gonna write about the party in the chicken coop during our senior year. Too much beer blurs all that memory. Just know it was a good time, while I added names to my Kiss List. My high school classmates know all about my list. The world--well, not so much. And yes, that's another post. :) So I thought of other kinda memorable New Year's and 1980 came to mind.

Not so much what happened, but the person I chose to spend it with. My boyfriend at the time. Let's see, let's call him Camaro. Why? Because he had a black white one with a black top. Said it reminded him of the girlfriend of his dreams. Camaro was black, she was white. He pined for her. They dated 8 months. She met a guy, married and a had a son. Camaro's transmission was so stuck in neutral.

And yea, I dated him anyway.

So that NYE's, he wanted me to wear a particular outfit, which actually belonged to my roommate. She said no. She always complained I looked better in her clothes than she did. She even said that this past June. I digress. Camaro wanted us to wear matching outfits. We didn't. We were headed to the place to party The Joker, in Des Moines. The best and biggest dance place in town. Today--I think it's a department store. To really get to the point of this story.

We got into a fight. Well, it was actually a continuation of the fight earlier in the day. It wasn't a done deal we'd spend NYE together. We came together, a cup of molasses wasn't as thick as the tension between us. We fought alot.

Yep, I remember this. We were dancing, me in all my jheri curl glory, and him thinking he the black John Travolta, when somebody called our names. A friend wanted to take our picture. Camaro ignored the request and kept strutting his stuff. She yelled from the side of the flashing light floor (it was 1980). He still ignored her, so I called his name.

Wrong thing to do. It was ON. He yelled at me. I recall his eye buldged from his reptilian head. Being the girl I was then--I screamed a word that rhymes with "Luck" and added 'it' at the end. It's in my diary, in bold letters. Kid you not. And we both stormed off the crowded floor. Friends were concerned.

We made up, because I dated the idiot --er--guy off and and on for a couple more years. Camaro was a bit different. He thought he was a warlock. OK. Fine, but I don't think most warlocks read how to be a warlock out 25 cent booklets from the drug store. Because of him, I went to my first adult bookstore. This was way before you could order it on the Internet or buy your own videos. You had to go to the places with the one lone blue light bulb hanging. I was curious what went on there. Then my curiosity ended, the day when some humpty dumpty not too cute guy asked me, while I stood trying to look composed at the wall of magazines. No Better Homes and Gardens there, this guy opened a centerfold of a girl hanging all her stuff out and asked, "You swing?" As I iced in place, Camaro comes into view, and I usher him out.

Where had my Prince Charming been? Using up his quarters, saved for laundry, in the peep shows. As we walked out of the place, Camaro asked, "So what did you tell him?"

Yea, and I dated him. I survived that New Year's Eve. Oh wow, I could tell you stories. And ya know, what else I wrote on that diary page? That the NYE's was OK, but not as good as the NYE 1975. Which wouldn't you know, was the party in the chicken coop?

Anyway, cue the number one song at The Joker. Not one of my favorites, yet makes me smile.

Next to the Last Day

Can you believe it?

2008 will soon be a vision in the rear view mirror. Does it seem possible? On this night before the BIG night, do you reflect of what's transpired in this year? Or do you wait to do that tomorrow--since that will be the BIG night? Do you ask chums what their plans are? Do you ask them if they remember the New Year's Eve where y'all were high school seniors and knew that the New Year would bring change like you never thought--graduation for one? Or were you just content to party then, with the entire town, in a chicken coop, drink lots of beer and dance to the high school guys rockin' in best garage band style? Does that memory make you smile to this day?

2008 ends tomorrow night. Can you believe it?

Right now--maybe not so much. Because today's episode of Young and the Restless still needs to be watched, plus a piece of fudge still needs to be savored, a cat still needs curl in your lap and purr, and then to top it all off--you still have a 7 AM phone interview before heading off to your current-and hope soon to exit because of a better opportunity-job.

As we head toward the finish line, 2008 still carries alot of generous, goodness and gracious weight.

You should like that.