Tag Archives: New Year

Let’s play.

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Because it’s 2024 and I’m still here.

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I could take a world view and hope for an end to the war in Ukraine and peace in the Middle East.

Or I could take a national view and hope for sanity to return to politics and an end to the partisan and cultural divide in this country.

But I’m going to take a smaller, closer to home view and hope for the continued health of my (still thinks he’s 20) husband. Many of my blog friends are experiencing the grief of loss or catastrophic illness of a spouse or loved one and it makes me realize how truly blessed I still am. I may moan and groan about his crap collecting and his inability to enjoy retirement, but I have him.

And he has me.

That’s everything.

But maybe… just maybe?

I’ll hope for better luck with our home improvement projects as well.

I think I’m due for some of that.

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How about you…

What are you hoping for this year?

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Random January shots…

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I know the picture is bad and you probably can’t read the writing, but this salon I drove by last week?

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Claimed to be The Best Little Hair House in Augusta…. and that made me laugh.

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This is the January squirrel from our new calendar…. and if momma red dons a pair of skis? I’ll be sure to post a picture of that as well.

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I think we’re all entering the new year with a little trepidation, aren’t we…?

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Look!

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Our contractor does exist! I even caught him putting on the third coat of polyurethane.

And I had to take this picture as well, because the husband is so thrilled he’s going to have a bar?

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He walks out there everyday and communes with it.

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Because I had to.

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As I was cruising Amazon for a calendar the other day, I realized there was only one choice.

Oh, I could have picked one with barns. Lord knows we’ve spent enough time and money on ours.

Or I could have picked one with white tailed deer. But we have plenty of those in the backyard.

And I could have picked one about beer. But the man cave has one of those already.

So what did I choose?

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Yes.

Not 12 months of red squirrels… but a full 18.

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Seeing all the trouble she’s caused us in the past year?

It seemed highly appropriate.

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Out with the old, in with the….

 

Yeah, whatever.

I’m not big on the retrospective “best of  (insert year) ” posts. And I’d never bore you with all the New Year’s resolutions I plan to break. (or most likely, have already broken.)  Don’t “tag” me with the 20 questions game, I won’t play.  Throwback Thursday, What The Hell Wednesday and Seriously, Who Cares Saturday are not my thing. That doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy reading yours.. ( well… I might not, but if it’s Saturday you won’t care. And that’s a beautiful thing.)

I’ve always marched to the beat of my own drum.. (and yes, the occasional Mariachi Band. But only if the margaritas are stellar.)  …so you’re more apt to find a blog about flying poop than profound thoughts on the coming New Year on my page this week.

 

 

But I did want to take a minute to say thank you.

Thank you for reading, for following, for laughing and most of all? Thank you for making me feel welcome in the few months that I’ve been here. I’ve been blogging for longer than I care to remember and have had a lot of sites die from underneath me. While I sincerely hope that was poor management or low readership numbers and not the direct result of my setting up shop there…. (Damn. Did I really kill them all? If so, let me apologize in advance for dooming this wonderful site to a fiery end.) … you lot have made me feel welcome at WordPress, and for that I’m grateful.

So here’s to another year of crazy.

Of finding the ridiculous and sharing it.

Another year of irony.

Of adventure.

And of friendship.

Most definitely of that.

 

 

Thanks for being my tribe.