Happy 2008!

Hope that your New Year’s Eve party is filled with homemade pizza, homemade Chex Mix, fresh squeezed lemonade spiked with vodka and left over birthday cake. Oh, and games too. And maybe a couple movies.

See ya next year! (Lame, I know. But, I’m hanging out with kids who have crowns on their heads and blankets draped over their shoulders. They are running through the house shouting “I am the King!” I’m feeling lame, okay?)

That title just reminded me to tell you that Cindy-Lu’s birthday was great! We went to Chuck E. Cheese, we had pizza, we had cake, we played games, we opened presents (so many fucking presents) and we hated all the other children. It was good clean fun.

But, the party I am talking about happens to be NEW YEAR’S EVE. What plans do you have? I am a big fat loser am planning on having a party at my house. With my son. He’s seven. It’s gonna rock.

Really, though. I think it will rock. We are going to make Chex Mix (yum) and homemade pizza (yum) and…thats it. I don’t have any other plans. I’m sure that we will play one or two of the hundred board games he got for Christmas. (I am only slightly exaggerating. I’ll bet he got at least 10 board games. Probably more.)  We’ll probably watch a movie. I was thinking we could make some paper snowflakes and hang them all in the windows.

How about you? What are you doing? And if your drinking are you going to drunk blog? Please?

If anyone has any fun New Year’s Eve party ideas for me and my little dude, that’d be great. The kid is expecting a party and I am not the best partier. At least not without vodka. And somehow I do not think vodka is appropriate this New Year’s Eve.

Do you know what I was doing 3 years ago today? I was sleeping. Exciting stuff, huh? Do you know why I was sleeping? Because at midnight on Dec. 29, 2004 I had to be at the hospital to be induced.

Ouch. Labor hurts.

Do you know what I was doing at 2:01pm on December 29, 2004? I was meeting my sweet baby girl, Cindy-Lu Hoo.

Is she not the most beautiful baby you’ve ever seen? Yes. She is.

And then, all of a sudden, she wasn’t my little baby anymore. She was this big one year old girl who ate cake and opened presents and flipped off all the other babies who were already walking by then because damn it she wanted to be carried around.

THEN, she decided to hell with this “little” business. I’m growing the fuck up. Or something like that. And there was this.

But NOW? Now she has decided that 2 is too young. And so she will be 3 instead. (But, if you ask her she insists she is 4. I know she’s lying, because I have no pictures from a 3rd birthday party. Yet.)

And, yes. I totally cried while I was looking at all these picture. So?

I was searching Amazon this morning for some sort of organizational system for my daughter’s room. Her room? It is OUT OF CONTROL. You can not walk in there. There are boxes of toys not yet opened, blocks strewn everywhere, Little People have been tossed to the floor to be stepped on, it is MADNESS in there. Sometimes? Christmas sucks.

So, back to the point. I am in search of some kind of way to organize the mess. I don’t just want a toy box, because then its all just tossed in there, but those plastic bins on shelves are kinda cheapy and the shelves that hold them up don’t usually hold them up. Searching, searching, not finding anything good, and then I see it. I’m not sure why it was included in the search for “toy storage.” But, it was.

And I want it.

I was just reading the news and came across this story about a thirty-four year old woman who stabbed her husband over a Christmas present. For some reason I stopped at the thirty-four year old part and thought “hmm, she’s pretty young” and then I realized that FOR THE FIRST TIME I EVER I really and TRULY felt that thirty-four was not that old. Even kind of young. Thirty fucking four. Young.

Y’all. Normally I will pretend that I do not think you old folk are old. But in the back of my mind? You are fucking ancient. All of a sudden I grew up. Its a Christmas miracle.

(Also, I am EXTRA old. Yesterday I posted about the weather. Today I posted about the news. Shit. This sucks.)

Merry Christmas to all my fellow Christmas celebrators!  Hope Santa leaves you something extra special under the tree!