2008 or BUST!

I'd like to start this lovely narrative of the past couple of days saying in fairness that it was the best of times, and it was the worst of times.

Best of times: New Year's eve night. Here we are at a restaurant with our wonderful friends Seth and Lisa, and I am so happy to be together. They are moving away (yet again) and I am sad that we are still far apart. (behind the scenes, I had been trying to lighten my own hair-fix my roots- only like an hour before because yet again I am too anal to have anyone else do it because it never turns out exactly right, and I am too cheap to spend $150 and have it not be JUST what I want. So I spend $24 at a Prof. Beauty Supply store, buy all the gunk, and do it myself. It still didn't turn out EXACTLY right, but better than the last salon job!) And I am wearing my BCBG jacket with fur trim that I never usually wear because I am so afraid of staining it out with the kids. That alone made me happy.

Best of times: Here's the boys, as we headed to uptown for the New Year's celebration.

Worst of times: Just as we get uptown, Mark realizes that his credit card he used at the restaurant is not in his wallet. He searches and asks at the restaurant, but no luck.

Worst of times: Since our babysitter could only stay until 9pm, we decided the kids could come back out with us for the last hour of the night from 11-12, and what the heck, I thought, one night a year of staying up late for New Year's won't kill them, right? Maybe it'd would be very memorable! Let's just say this picture sums up both Dane and Lena's thoughts on the whole thing. "NO. THANK. YOU. TAKE.ME. HOME." And so Mark did. And I guess you could say that was memorable. Only in the wrong way.
Best of times: Here's a lovely shot of some fire throwing performers. Pretty cool.

Worst of times: I have no picture to show it, but after a rather strangely anticlimatic and unfulfilling "Ball Lift" (as opposed to ball drop)at the center of town for the big moment, it started like freeze raining, and we had to walk home to our house with a crying freezing 6 yr old weeping all the way.

New Year's Day has been equally bizarrely high and low, leaving me puzzled and completely fearful of getting behind another wheel (thank-you icy roads that caused me to AGAIN bump into the person ahead of me's bumper- AAACK!), totally happy to reconnect with some new friends we made a while ago that we love for a wonderful breakfast this morning, and shocked that somehow, while sitting at a gas station getting gas, listening to music, our LR-Disco's battery DIES, and needs a jump! We also hit some great after XMAS sales and picked up some great Deco for next year. (okay- I'll admit I started putting a few new ornaments on the tree- Can't I enjoy them now?)