Good mornin'.

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To all of my friends on Blogstream:

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New Years Eve and New Years Day have to be my favorites, as far as holidays go. A time to mark as a fresh start in life, a kind of do-over we can give to ourselves. "Last year sucked, so can I have a do-over?" I, Slick, do here-by grant all of you a do-over! Make it count!

All I have to buy is the stuff for the Traditional Meal. Black-eyed peas, greens, and some sort of pork. Start the new year with a coronary. The peas are for pennies and the greens are for "folding money". I like to bake cornbread and cut it into squares to represent gold bars. I'm the only one I know who does that. Hey, if you're cooking this stuff so you can have money all year don't stop with pennies and paper currency, go for the gold! Pigs represent prosperity and you cannot cook peas and greens without pork, it's un-Southern. I'm not big on superstitions but what the heck....Rice is supposed to be lucky but I like it with peas anyway.

Visitors are no real worry as everyone we know will be sleeping late or hungover. Some may be in jail and you don't have to do anything right then because you cannot find an attorney on a weekend, much less a holiday. And at least you will know where they got off to when they go missing. Note to self: check on all family members....
Years ago a friend of mine had us over for New Years Day and the meal. She was frantic about her visitors. See, you need to be visited by three men on New Years Day for good luck thru the year. Well my husband was the first one and she needed two more. But knowing her father was a Baptist preacher I had to ask how you can hold superstition in one hand and the Bible in the other. And her husband agreed with me, which he probably shouldn't have, judging by the look on her face. Oh well. I lost custody of that friend in the divorce, so who cares?
My grandfather watched me start a load of laundry on The Day and informed me that what you do on the first day of the year is what you will do all year long. It's laundry. I was going to do THAT all year long anyway!

We stay at home on the Eve because
A: We don't care for crowds, especially the alcohol-soaked ones.
B: Local law enforcement will stop anything that moves. We are legal-our papers are in order-but we don't need the hassel.
C: Drunk drivers-'nuff said.
D: The neighborhood puts on it's own show. Last year the fireworks and gunfire at the stroke of midnight were un-freakin'-believable! If we ever come under attack there is enough fire-power here to hold off a small army. We heard one officer say to another over the scanner, "I reckon this is what Beirut smells and sounds like." Gunsmoke is all you can smell. They don't even try to stop the gunfire anymore. They just tell 911 callers to stay inside and it will be over in about one hour. I was amazed to see that much gun-smoke in the haze of the street lights. Like a London fog....

Resolutions? I made a resolution years ago to never make another resolution. It's the only one I have ever kept. Don't want to be a liar to God and myself.

I'll just be happy to sit in the backyard with a fire going in the fireplace, and T-Bird by my side. A little libation maybe and a kiss at midnight.

May the new year bring peace, health, and prosperity to us all. Stay safe.

You think after living on this planet for a number of years you have pretty much heard it all, seen it all, and done it all. You start to think that not much can surprise you anymore. And then someone does.
I have just been invited to a New Years celebration at my sisters' house on the Big Night. And she says they are going to fireball.

Fireball?

Oh yeah. Fireball. We were e-mailing back and forth a few minutes ago and since I have never heard of this I asked what that was and did I need asbestos panties. Asbestos undies would be a good idea, as it turns out.
See, you take a ball of cotton twine and soak it in kerosene for two or three days. WARNING: It has to be cotton and NOT nylon because nylon will stick to your clothes and skin but cotton will not.
I should have stopped reading right then and there and called the local mental health facility. But like a wreck on the highway you just have to look.....
Then you set this ball on FIRE! And you toss it back and forth, like playing a game of catch.

Sis says you wear welding gloves and a T-shirt that you don't care much about. DUH! She also says that after "celebrating" for a while tossing a flaming ball back and forth seems like a fun thing to do! And the arc it makes while flying thru the air is sooo pretty! Her words, not mine! I have been drunk and I have been stoned and on occasion I've been both at the same time, but c'mon! Geez Louise!

She then points out that after child-rearing this is pretty tame stuff....

She may have a point there.

I have thrown fits.
I have thrown tantrums.
I have thrown rocks and hairbrushes.
I have even thrown a knife at another human being.
I have thrown bottles, and every kind of ball you can think of.
Frizbees and once or twice a boomerrang (if I throw a boomerang it acts like any other stick, and I've thrown a bunch of those).
Firecrackers.
I have thrown green pinecones and chinaberries.
I have thrown people out of my house and I've thrown out the trash. There have been times when the last two were inter-changeable.

But I can promise you none of those were on fire!
This is my little sister and I can do only one thing. I'M GONNA TELL MOMMA!
If I disappear off of Blogstream for a while it will be because I am sitting with my sister at the hospital.

Be warned folks......

There is a little holiday goody floating around on the internet that could land you in the "hot chocolate."
Boss-ling recieved an e-mail that features an elf. A dancing elf. You put someones' face from a picture on the elf and it does the silliest dance. Well, I thought it was cute and when he made one up with my husbands' face we just rolled on the floor in a fit of laughter! I begged him to send it to me and the rest is history.
T-Bird did not find the humor in it and kept repeating over and over "I'm gonna kill him, he's a dead man."
The problem: I had already e-mailed the thing to three of his buddies! He has to work with two of them. He had to hear about it all day, apparently. I promise I was just trying to send a little holiday cheer! Really! Now I'm in danger of being strangled with tinsel or stabbed to death with a candy cane!

As an adult you cannot point a finger at someone else and whine "But HE started it!!" I even tried that tactic, but to no avail!

So if you want to start your own holiday fist-fight go to:

http://www.elfyourself.com

Little children will love it! Stressed-out adults......not so much!

And he had such a great sense of humor before we got married.....