So what’s worse than waking up with a dry mouth and banging headache at 11am on New Year’s Day? Waking up with a dry mouth and banging headache to find that there’s no water. Yay. So, here I am, thirsty, hangover and, frankly, a little irritable. This hasn’t been helped by the fact that nobody actually knows where the water comes from - it just appears out of the tap. Still, we won’t die - there’s always the leftover Merlot if we’re desperate (ugh).
Last night was a laugh and a half and that’s for sure. We all managed to stay up until midnight and beyond - a big improvement on last year’s 9.30pm, that’s for sure. Oh, and we let about four hundred party poppers off, danced around like loonies, drank too much (apart from C who can’t drink but was great fun anyway) and finally collapsed in a big heap at a ridiculous hour in the morning. Fab.
So to last year’s ‘resomalutions’, then. It was a schizophrenic scoreline, with successes in some areas: I did manage to get stuff published (yay!), but none of it paid (boo - oh, unless you count the fab teapot that Quirky Kitchen sent me - thanks guys!). Sadly I failed miserably at stopping crap accumulating on every spare surface of the house, even thought I had a fresh start when we moved, but (ending on a high here) I think I did pretty well in cherishing and appreciating my friends and family and taking less notice of the people that don’t matter and/or annoy the pants off me. Not sure about the living for today/enjoying the present/not moaning thing, but on the plus side, I didn’t curb my red wine and chocolate intake but still don’t look like Bernard Manning. Result!
I’ve been re-reading all my random ramblings and my post on sisterhood still hits a nerve. Seeing as it’s 2008, I’ll extend it to the fellas too. So here’s my new year’s resomalution, in my own words (funnily enough):
If I do one thing today, it will be to tell my friends and family how fab they are, what I love about them and the qualities that I most admire. I will cherish the people I love, strive to make new friends, never be guilty of excluding anyone from my social circle, no matter how complete I think it is. I will strike up a conversation with the lady next to me in Tesco, compliment a total stranger on her gorgeous handbag and celebrate the fact that we are all, obviously, in this together.
Happy New Year!
January 1st, 2008 at 9:01 pm
1) Never make ‘Death By Strawberry’ again…
2) Stop saying bold words
3) Rehome LOTS of greyhounds!
4) Stop biting nails (an annual tradition)
5) Show my nearest and dearest how much I love them Every Single Day
6) Stop calling my boss a Gobshite under my breath
Happy New Year Missus!! XXX
January 3rd, 2008 at 1:35 pm
January 3rd, 2008 at 4:17 pm
Flirty! Happy new year m’darlin’. May you have a happy and successful one (especially on the man front) Mwah xx
January 4th, 2008 at 3:53 pm
May 3rd, 2008 at 1:20 pm
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