I have not done a New Year blog yet, so I suppose one is in order. This year will be better than the last. Of that there is no doubt; neither is there room for bargaining. 2011 looks best from my rear view mirror. I share this line from Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky.
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

I quite agree with the sentiment. I understand that this poem has been put to music, but it rather reminds me of this song:


http://youtu.be/W-vSfwIJkjY


On a lighter note, for Christmas I got my daughter the Just Dance 3 game for the Wii. She has been rocking it ever since. I was completely tickled to find that "Let's Go To The Mall" by Robin Sparkles was on there! So is Apache and a few other good songs - Video Killed the Radio Star, and I can't think of the others offhand.
Sadly, there is also a lot of dreck, but hey, if it makes the wee one happy, than OK. Of course, I didn't WANT to hear "Its not about the money, money, money" a billion times on New Year's Eve, but whatcha gonna do? The really cute bit was when we turned on the Dick Clark Ball Drop (that just sounds wrong, btw) and there is some girl I don't know from... and what is she singing? Yup. It's not about the money money money. Sigh. It's the price I pay for having a 12 year old girl. Trust me, I still come out miles ahead.

I am curious to see how the year will unfold, and I am decided on making it a good one. Not perfect, not spectacular, not turn-it-all-around amazeballs. Of course, I will go with it if that is what the Universe in its Infinite Wisdom has in store for me. On my end, I hope for myself and for us all, a year of contentment and satisfaction.

And boobies.

I have not done a New Year blog yet, so I suppose one is in order. This year will be better than the last. Of that there is no doubt; neither is there room for bargaining. 2011 looks best from my rear view mirror. I share this line from Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky.
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

I quite agree with the sentiment. I understand that this poem has been put to music, but it rather reminds me of this song:


http://youtu.be/W-vSfwIJkjY


On a lighter note, for Christmas I got my daughter the Just Dance 3 game for the Wii. She has been rocking it ever since. I was completely tickled to find that "Let's Go To The Mall" by Robin Sparkles was on there! So is Apache and a few other good songs - Video Killed the Radio Star, and I can't think of the others offhand.
Sadly, there is also a lot of dreck, but hey, if it makes the wee one happy, than OK. Of course, I didn't WANT to hear "Its not about the money, money, money" a billion times on New Year's Eve, but whatcha gonna do? The really cute bit was when we turned on the Dick Clark Ball Drop (that just sounds wrong, btw) and there is some girl I don't know from... and what is she singing? Yup. It's not about the money money money. Sigh. It's the price I pay for having a 12 year old girl. Trust me, I still come out miles ahead.

I am curious to see how the year will unfold, and I am decided on making it a good one. Not perfect, not spectacular, not turn-it-all-around amazeballs. Of course, I will go with it if that is what the Universe in its Infinite Wisdom has in store for me. On my end, I hope for myself and for us all, a year of contentment and satisfaction.

And boobies.