New Year's Eve will always be one of my favorite holidays. I know that is in great part due to my mother. Even when we were little, and living primarily in an old folks neighborhood, the clock would chime midnight and we'd drive around the block screaming our heads off, banging pots and pans. I'm sure they loved us there. Any chance to stay up late and act crazy and my mom will be first in line. We played games at the Evan's for the first part of the night, then put Collin to bed and spent the rest of the night at my parent's house. We thought it would be fun to teach them how to make California rolls. Everyone except Austin was game. If you're wondering who the guy on my right is, that's my adopted brother Steve. Well, he may as well be adopted :) And the girl on my left was his lady friend for the night, Karin. :)
I think he likes it!
When 12:00 came, we counted down with Dick Clark then ran outside to scream. I ran around blowing a whistle and yelling Happy New Year... my mom got in the car parked out front and laid on the horn... Marcie and Austin crawled on the roof to watch the fireworks... my dad watched on.... Trav ran inside to check the baby monitor... and Steve got a call and talked on the phone. Boo! When I ran out of breath, I reached in the car and blasted a ghetto song and Karin and I had a ball dancing in the front yard. So fun. I wish I could celebrate New Year's every night. Well then we all split off to attend various breakfast parties. Trav and I met up with Chase, Shalyse and another couple for waffles. When we got back, I thought of what we were doing at this time LAST year....... remember this folks? Ya, me too.
So this year, we just HAD to do a little of this...
Don't worry, we weren't alone. :)
I'll take a hot tub any day over freezing my patootie off at Times Square.
Happy 2010!
1 comment:
Doug would be very jealous of your hot tub time! :) I can just picture you dancin in your yard hootin & a hollerin! You are so fun!
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