Ending the Year...with a Swoop!

'Tis 2008 blogger friends!

I wanted to wish each and every one of you a very happy and blessed year. I attempted last night to sit and ponder all the wonders of the past year, hoping to think of something profound to write about everything that transpired in 2007 – unfortunately, there was a Sopranos marathon on the TV and before I knew it, I was enthralled once again in the saga of my favorite mob boss. So enthralled in fact, that I completely missed the midnight chime of 2008, never saw the ball drop in the famous square and actually fell asleep watching Tony make deal, after deal as the series finale loomed ahead. I awoke this morning to the same marathon, all the last episodes apparently ran throughout the night – so my new year started, the same as my old year ended, with Tony, Carmela, AJ, onion rings, Meadow at the door and Journey blaring and then abruptly stopping! If you are a Sopranos fan, you will completely understand that last sentence, if not – well, just press on – perhaps this blog will start to make sense sooner or later.

So, this morning, here I sit at my kitchen table, trying again to make a profound statement on the year that just past us – perhaps there isn’t one. Perhaps I should just be thankful for the life that was allotted to me and the ones that I love this past year, and pray for more of the same in this coming year. More love, more laughter, more crazy times spent with friends, less loss of those I love, less stress and worry over frivolous things, less time away from family and dear friends.

On a side note, something incredibly funny did happen on the last night of 2007. To understand this story in it’s entirety – please place in your memory file that I am desperately afraid of birds – as a toddler I visited a zoo and a parrot or some other “exotic” bird was placed on my head (I can only assume in some fit of parental excitement that it would make a great picture) unfortunately, the birds claws apparently dug into my soft little head and left an indelible fear of all things fowl (unless they are fried and laid out in a bucket from the colonel). So, that said, on to my story.

My dear hubby was working last night, so dear daughter and I were spending the night alone – my parents decided to stop by and visit for awhile. As I opened the front door – in swooped a bird – a low-flying humongous bird – (okay, I am sure it was really quite small, but it seemed huge to me as it barreled toward my head!) And not only that, but he had a little friend who flew in as well – so I had not one, but TWO birds flying around my house. I was immediately overcome with bouts of screaming (yes, screaming like the girl I am!) and running around the house. My parents, ever the sane ones, grabbed a towel and proceeded to chase the birdies, until they were caught, unharmed in the towel and put back outside. I really don’t think I will ever get over it. The trauma! The horror! Two flying things in my house – ick! I was hysterical and if I had any alcoholic beverage in this house, I would have chugged a lugged it right then and there.

So, I didn’t have any fireworks, or loud music or a ball dropping on my New Year’s Eve – but I did get my head buzzed by two birds! Definitely a New Year’s Eve to remember!