01.01.07

Happy new year, indeed.

Posted in The ins and outs.... at 10:49 pm by smarriott

Dorothy certainly had the right idea…..there really is no place like home, even if it is a bottomless pit of dirty clothes and extra stuff when you return and you have to spend most of the evening cleaning and unpacking.

Spending a week with family is great and all, but I don’t think I slept as good as I did last night in my own bed. Nothing could have been better than ringing in the new year at home, watching the ole’ boob-tube and cuddling with all the men in my life. It appeared to be the appropriate end to one year and a perfect way to start another. As sentimental as I am sometimes (especially around a new year), I usually don’t pay any attention to or give credence to “signs” as a form of event prophecy. Yesterday, I would have screamed from the mountains that one day simply cannot predict the course of an entire year. But as much as I would like to believe there are no such thing as “signs,” I could not help but notice the two that slapped me in the face today. The slappers, of course, being the dear, “once sweet, but not today” men in my life.

That’s right, slappers One and Two are Mr “Scarface” Wiley and “Big Ears” Sigma, who have become outlaws, eager to bust out at any moment, desperate to get away from big-bad me. To be fair, these two notorious “jumpers” started their gang before the new year. These antics, however, were never in their own yard! I thought maybe it was just an internal cry for attention because they felt neglected over the holidays, but no, they are indeed, bad, bad dogs. Wiley especially looks the part after his run in with “Got-your-nose” Shiloh a few days ago. You’d think he’d learned his lesson and had decided to choose a more sheltered existence after that run in, but no, I see now it was only the beginning of his thirst for the wild, the world beyond “Three-Seventeen.” Sadly, for these two hooligans, I will have no trouble playing the part of the warden.

Perpetrator No. Three of the signs that this may indeed not be a good year is Mr. Sneeze, also known as my husband. This so innocently sweet husband in 2006 must have soured in the early morning hours of 2007. Armed with only an acute Rhino virus, also known as a “cold,” he must have thrown caution to the wind and let loose what can only be described as a series of disastrous sneezes while I, his one-and-only, meekly slept. Now I, too, am contaminated. This “whirl-wind of sneezes” theory might be a bit too much to believe, but it is the only thing I can conjecture for the most horrendous sore-throat I suddenly had this fine first day of 2007. That, or “someone” must have sneezed in my coffee a few days ago, perhaps as I was walking past him one morning…..hmmm.

On the other hand, today wasn’t all that bad. I did manage to clean the house and put back most of the furniture that was in basement storage or served as perfect spots for dustballs half of the year. I did also take great steps in two of my 2007 projects, the first being the picture of the day, entitled No. 1 or “Outlaws Extraordinaire” (see above) and the first of 365 runs for this year. Its been a busy day.

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