That new blog smell

Ah, the first blog of the new year. And only three days after the year officially started. I was too busy watching football and sleeping on previous days.

I got myself out of bed yesterday to watch the Rose Parade. All those poor people in the rain had it easy. The rest of us had to listen to Teri Hatcher. Bethmania and I thought we should start a drinking game. Everytime Teri mentioned her daughter, we'd take a shot- but then we decided it was indecent to get plowed at ten am. I love the Rose Parade. It's one of those traditions that I have no idea why it's important, but I always watch it.

Well, that's pretty much the story of my year so far. I'll leave you with some words of wisdom from Robert Burns.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak a cup o'kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary fit,
Sin' auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.


We twa hae paidl'd in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And there's a hand, my trusty fere!
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak a right gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.