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It’s Here, Again

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I remember asking my mom how long would it be before I got out of high-school and how long would it be until I finished  school and many more “how long until questions”.  She would tell me, and then tell me not to be in such a big hurry.  My mind was saying, “sure mom”, the entire time she’d be talking.  That was like telling the wind not to blow.  “You will see when you  get older just how fast time will  go by.”  You know she was right.

One year barely gets going before another one is here.  My babies have babies, who have babies.  I know that can’t be possible, because I’m not old enough to be a great-grandmother.  I think I’m 49, but maybe I’m 62.  Those years which keep running over each other getting here, have really messed up my mind.   Maybe that’s a good thing and I won’t realize that my world has changed.

Time marching on is a double-edged sword.  I have watched my family grow and prosper, as well as myself, but I have also watched some of my family leave this world.  They are in a better place, but I’m selfish and want them here with me.  I have watched  familiar things disappear around me.  I hate it that they are rebuilding all the bridges around my childhood home.  I will miss those one lane bridges with the wood runners going over.   The bridges will be a lot safer for those coming up, but people(especially new drivers) won’t feel the thrill I did when I drove across, praying I  wouldn’t fall off into the creek if I ran off those boards.  They say change is good and I suppose it is.  I now know how my grandparents and parents must have felt as their world changed around them.

That is my New Year ramblings.  I’m going to eat my black-eyed peas and thank God for the wonderful life I have. I have no control over time or changes, so I guess I’ll just do what I do every year and go with the flow.  With love from my family and friends and lots of help from God, I will survive.

I wish each  of you a Happy, Prosperous, Healthy New Year.  Turn up your speakers and listen to this one man choir sing Old Lang Syne as we start this new year and leave 2011 behind us.

http://youtu.be/0VaxyutCQAk

 

How does the New Year strike you?

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Christmas is past and now everyone is gearing up for the next party or whatever their particular tradition is.  Do you ring the New Year out or ring it in.  At this point in my life I do neither.  My husband and I toast the New Year in on New Years Eve about 10:00 PM and go to bed.  We have a wild time celebrating (not).  After a goodnight’s sleep (hopefully), we pick our New Years Celebration up once again (sort of).  We have a special meal.  As I’m a southern girl, I must have my black-eyed peas for prosperity.  I’ve never missed my New Year’s meal.  I’ve had to adapt it a little.  My husband being from the northeast has to have pork and sauerkraut for his New Year meal.  We are a true blending of the North and the South cultures.

Julius Caesar made January 1st the New year and the celebrations began.  I think that was around 46 B.C.E.  There have been lots of traditions developed since that time.  What traditions have you developed?  Do you see the New Year in and the old one out? What about that midnight kiss?  Do you seal the old year out and the new one in by kissing a loved one or even a stranger standing close by? What about the New Year resolution?  I don’t make them anymore because I never kept them.  I was a complete failure……

Share with me and others your New Year customs.  Let’s see how much alike and different we are.

New Year Tradition and the First Post of 2011

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It is  six pm here in Plano, and I knew I wanted to get my blog posted before it got to late.  I could not break my resolution to blog everyday, on the very first day.  I am going to blog about my favorite subject to talk about, my husband.

My husband has had his tail superglued to the sofa with a football game all afternoon.  My husband is a ball fanatic.  Let me explain.  He will watch anything that has a ball in play, no matter what the sport.  This fascination with a ball started as a young boy in Philadelphia.  He would go to a baseball game with his uncle and watch his team play.  As he grew up, he became involved with basketball.  He graduated from Wake Forest and was hooked on football.  Then he proceeded to attend The University of Virginia and bought season tickets for the football stadium for twenty-five years.  He also attend the ACC basketball tournament every year for over twenty-five years.

He gets into Hockey, and Lacrosse, golf.  What ever happens to be on the television.  Much to his disappointment I am not a sports fan.  I prefer to read books, knit, write, cook, anything but watching sports.  He can start at ten o’clock in the morning and keep watching until the last game goes off the air.  I think this makes me a sports widow or is it a ball widow?

I use to fuss at him, now I just go do my own thing and let him overdose all his wants.  There is a chance his work will be transferring him to Virginia.  His first words talking when telling me of the possible transfer where, “oh, if that happens I can get my season tickets back.”

Tonight he will break long enough from the bowl games to eat his black-eyed peas and sauerkraut and pork.  We are a blended couple, one from the North and one from the south.  That explains the mix of New Year tradition which quickly fits in between the ball games.

I hope everyone has a blessed 2011 and if there are any more ball widows, or men who would like to defend themselves, I would like to hear from you.