2008: Over and Out

Well, it's New Year's Eve and tomorrow we will start a new year. New Year's Eve has always been rather anticlimactic for me. We worry about what fun and exciting thing to do to ring in the new year, yet it never quite lives up to expectations. It's almost like I expect some big explosion of confetti, fun and amazingness to occur at midnight. While the countdown is exciting, once you hit 12:01 it's all downhill from there as far as the evening is concerned.

I remember one New Year's Eve a few years ago we spent the whole night trying to figure out what to do and a consensus was never reached so I saw the new year come in by the clock on an oven.

When the new millennium rang in, I was at a party at a Christmas tree farm. We heard loud booms and for a split second thought the skeptics were right and the world was coming to an end all because computers were confused by the changing digits. It turned out to be really big fireworks in Fayetteville at someone else's really cool New Year's Eve party.

I haven't quite had this blog a full year yet, so I can't see it feasible to do a recap. So, instead here's some pictures from my holiday at home in Arkansas.

This is Sadie with a dog mullet wig on Christmas Eve.

This is a blazing sunset on Christmas Eve. Either that or Santa caught on fire.


These are pies about to be eaten (by me) on Christmas Eve.

This is a 'W' in one of our fences. Obviously, it stands for 'West', but just to clarify, if you happen to be wandering aimlessly through Viney Grove and need a compass, don't rely on the W's to point you in the right direction, because they stand for a last name and have no directional meaning.




And these are Christmas lights on my house. We had to replace a couple of bulbs and didn't get them all replaced when we put them up over Thanksgiving and the lights have yet to be lit this season. So, my house has sat there pretending to be in the Christmas spirit.

Dad and me did a little walking up on the mountain on Christmas day to work off all the pies we'd eaten. On our 40 acres up on Stevenson Mountain, there's bluffs and a cave. I consider myself to be a friend of the outdoors, but I choose not to be friends with caves. While they're neat and I like the idea of them, I really would just rather not go inside them.


Meanwhile, back at the farm, I strolled around the pond bank to enjoy the beautiful winter's morn. Actually, it was about 4 o'clock in the afternoon.


Later that night we had an ugly sweater party. Even the dog got a sweater, but it was actually cute.


So, over and out 2008. May 2009 be way cooler than you were.