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rubykatewriting) wrote2006-12-31 11:34 pm
rubykatewriting) wrote2006-12-31 11:34 pm
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Happy New Year!
The church next door is setting off their bi-annual fireworks. They do these fantastic shows at New Years and Fourth of July, and they send out invitations to everyone in the neighborhood, churchmember or not. Usually, I just watch from my bathroom because I get all the pretty without having to leave the house.
So with that as my background music, I've decided to end 2006 with some Firefly, specifically "Out of Gas." Watching Independence Day earlier tonight and seeing Adam Baldwin all smooth and capable really put me in the mood for some misbehavin'.
While we watched ID4, Mom, the grandmother, and I enjoyed some Gran Spumante since we've had the bottle for four years now (ever since we moved into the house) and we're not exactly overflowing with good champagne down at the local Kroger. After a ten minute struggle with the cork that involved kitchen rubber gloves and our fancy wine opener, we finally got the frickin' bottle open. There was quite a bit of anticipation for no pop, no flying cork, but it was good. Sweet and bubbly.
We saved the rest for the sour cabbage the grandmother is making for our traditional New Year's Day dinner: pork chops, fresh black-eyed peas, and sour cabbage.
I'm just ready for 2007. This afternoon, as if I needed any more of a reminder just how ready I am for 2006 to be over, there was this loud banging sound at the bathroom window downstairs. It scared the shit out of me and the grandmother, and I went outside to see if some fucktard had thrown something at the house. Then out of the corner of my eye, I noticed some fluttering. It was a falcon. With a dead bird in its claws. The fucking falcon had chased the poor little bird into the window, breaking its neck, and was hopping about like a fool because he was afraid I was going to make off with his dinner.
I know it's the way of things. The circle of life and all that shit but I would greatly prefer it not take place in my fucking front yard.
I'll end this post now. It's 12:01 and 2007 and life is good.
So with that as my background music, I've decided to end 2006 with some Firefly, specifically "Out of Gas." Watching Independence Day earlier tonight and seeing Adam Baldwin all smooth and capable really put me in the mood for some misbehavin'.
While we watched ID4, Mom, the grandmother, and I enjoyed some Gran Spumante since we've had the bottle for four years now (ever since we moved into the house) and we're not exactly overflowing with good champagne down at the local Kroger. After a ten minute struggle with the cork that involved kitchen rubber gloves and our fancy wine opener, we finally got the frickin' bottle open. There was quite a bit of anticipation for no pop, no flying cork, but it was good. Sweet and bubbly.
We saved the rest for the sour cabbage the grandmother is making for our traditional New Year's Day dinner: pork chops, fresh black-eyed peas, and sour cabbage.
I'm just ready for 2007. This afternoon, as if I needed any more of a reminder just how ready I am for 2006 to be over, there was this loud banging sound at the bathroom window downstairs. It scared the shit out of me and the grandmother, and I went outside to see if some fucktard had thrown something at the house. Then out of the corner of my eye, I noticed some fluttering. It was a falcon. With a dead bird in its claws. The fucking falcon had chased the poor little bird into the window, breaking its neck, and was hopping about like a fool because he was afraid I was going to make off with his dinner.
I know it's the way of things. The circle of life and all that shit but I would greatly prefer it not take place in my fucking front yard.
I'll end this post now. It's 12:01 and 2007 and life is good.