Bringing in the New year with a Dance

So last night I brought in the new year by watching the movie Hangover and drinking tequila until I was having trouble walking. (I have never been fully drunk in my life, but I have, on appropriate occasion, indulged in the merryment that is watching everybody else get drunk while laughing at the stupid things they do and or say.)

Anyways. So I that's how I brought in the new year, and if you haven't seen the movie Hangover, I highly recommend you do so. It was stupid and funny. I waited until three minutes until the count down to call my husband at work (he works security at night) where we counted down together to the sound of fireworks and drunken gun shooting. I can only hope that the bullets were not being shot AT someone, or will not fall from the sky later to pelt some poor SOB on the street corner in three days. Sure, this seems like a heartless thing to say, but lets be honest ladies and gentlemen, dying is a part of life and if it is your time to go, it is your time to go.

I woke up this morning on the couch where I had fallen asleep last night, the remote wedged firmly between my love handle and the back of the couch, and immediately wished I hadn't woken up, but thankful that I have no school today. And apparently no school tomorrow either.

I'm going to school for my cosmetologist license, which indefinately means that I have paid almost 17 grand to do hair and nail services on people all day on my feet. You might be thinking to yourself that it doesn't matter because most people have to do that. However, I would like to point out that most people get PAID for their work. I do not. I pay them, and if I don't get a tip I make nothing at all for my hard work, time, and effort. I'm willing to bet that most people would quit their jobs if they weren't making any money from them.

But I digress. I woke up only to crawl back into bed and try to get another couple hours of sleep before the baby woke up. I will say I successfully managed to get that few extra hours, and am in a far better mood because of it. Unfortunately though, My son threw up and now his whole bed and clothing has to be sanitized. He seems to be feeling better now, though, since he has been asleep for the better of 2 hours.

My husband and I have decided to bring the new year in by dancing our chubby butts off. What I mean is DDR. Dance Dance Revolution. Now, some of you might be thinking that this is a joke, but I assure you that it is far from a joke. I have dealt my husband some royal beatings in the game. I must say however that I use the term beatings loosely, as neither of us is very good at the game and are still on a beginners level. It still makes me giggle when he wins and gets all hyped up about beating me, blatantly ignoring the fact that we both really suck at the game and our almost two year old could probably take us to the cleaners.

But it is fun and I feel a little happier, and a little less stressed, and a little more connected so I suppose in the grand scheme of things there is a lot of good to be had from our dancing game. For those of you who don't own the game, I encourage you to purchase it simply for the fact that we all should revert back to a state of childhood every now and then, and this is preferrable to picking ones nose and chasing eachother around the house with it while screaming.

I hope that all of you are having a wonderul New Years Day.

Love

Mommy Neva