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It's 2009. *blink* Woah. *blink* When did that happen? It wasn't that long ago that we were going to "party like it's 1999." Was it? Was it? Oy.
This year, my child will turn 2 and my journal will turn 8. Eight freaking years of LiveJournal. Dude. Seriously? I need a life. Or a blog on my own site.
Today is Punk's half birthday. 18 months. Halfway to 2. What. The. Heck. Seriously? How did THAT happen? Didn't I just have a baby? I now see why people want to have more kids. It's because you blink and then they yell at you in restaurants. "Up. UP. UP! UP UP UP UP UP UP DOOOOOOOOWN!" So you know how my kid has over 100 words? Yeah, umm, she yells. A lot.
She had an obsession with Humpty Dumpty, from one of the issues of Babybug. She would say, "Humpty Dumpty" over and over. All the time. The Babybug is in the car. So you'd say, "Do you want to go outside?" and she would say, "Humpty Dumpty." And you'd say, "Let's get ready to go in the car!" and she'd say, "Humpty Dumpty." And then. And then! She ripped the book. She pulled out one of the Humpty Dumpty pages. And so then you would ask, "Are you ready to go in the car?" and she would say, "Humpty Dumpty. Rip."
But then your sister-in-law comes to visit and she likes to sing to your kid, so after a couple of days of hearing the Humpty Dumpty rhyme throughout the house you say to her, "Let's go outside!" and she says, "Humpty Dumpty sat on a... Humpty Dumpty sat on a..." You get the idea. And then... "Rip."
~//~
2008 was a hard year for a lot of people. A LOT of people. And so many people are glad to see it go. 2008, don't let the door hit you on the way out. Or something like that. Am I glad to be done with 2008? I don't know. I mean, is something magical going to happen now? Are we all getting ponies? I would like a pony in 2009.
2008 will be the first full year with my daughter, and could possibly be the last year with one or some of my grandparents. Time will tell, and life is like that. It was the year I turned 33, and could possibly be the last year I look 25. Oh, the grey hair. Oh jes.
In 2009 I will celebrate family, both my little family in my home and the bigger family of the world. I will cultivate my existence in our church family and become more involved, both on an activity level and a spiritual level. In 2009 I will celebrate health - or try to - and begin anew a quest for wellness. I will not join a gym just because it is New Year's Day. I will not pretend to begin a crash diet in the morning. I just want to be whole.
(And look 25.)
This year, my child will turn 2 and my journal will turn 8. Eight freaking years of LiveJournal. Dude. Seriously? I need a life. Or a blog on my own site.
Today is Punk's half birthday. 18 months. Halfway to 2. What. The. Heck. Seriously? How did THAT happen? Didn't I just have a baby? I now see why people want to have more kids. It's because you blink and then they yell at you in restaurants. "Up. UP. UP! UP UP UP UP UP UP DOOOOOOOOWN!" So you know how my kid has over 100 words? Yeah, umm, she yells. A lot.
She had an obsession with Humpty Dumpty, from one of the issues of Babybug. She would say, "Humpty Dumpty" over and over. All the time. The Babybug is in the car. So you'd say, "Do you want to go outside?" and she would say, "Humpty Dumpty." And you'd say, "Let's get ready to go in the car!" and she'd say, "Humpty Dumpty." And then. And then! She ripped the book. She pulled out one of the Humpty Dumpty pages. And so then you would ask, "Are you ready to go in the car?" and she would say, "Humpty Dumpty. Rip."
But then your sister-in-law comes to visit and she likes to sing to your kid, so after a couple of days of hearing the Humpty Dumpty rhyme throughout the house you say to her, "Let's go outside!" and she says, "Humpty Dumpty sat on a... Humpty Dumpty sat on a..." You get the idea. And then... "Rip."
~//~
2008 was a hard year for a lot of people. A LOT of people. And so many people are glad to see it go. 2008, don't let the door hit you on the way out. Or something like that. Am I glad to be done with 2008? I don't know. I mean, is something magical going to happen now? Are we all getting ponies? I would like a pony in 2009.
2008 will be the first full year with my daughter, and could possibly be the last year with one or some of my grandparents. Time will tell, and life is like that. It was the year I turned 33, and could possibly be the last year I look 25. Oh, the grey hair. Oh jes.
In 2009 I will celebrate family, both my little family in my home and the bigger family of the world. I will cultivate my existence in our church family and become more involved, both on an activity level and a spiritual level. In 2009 I will celebrate health - or try to - and begin anew a quest for wellness. I will not join a gym just because it is New Year's Day. I will not pretend to begin a crash diet in the morning. I just want to be whole.
(And look 25.)
