
Well, it is now a new year once again. Good old 2005 has whisked by and 2006 is already getting itself comfortable. Now our TV's will be flooded with ads from Nicorette and Jenny Craig guilting us into following through with our resolutions. I don't smoke, so the pressure is off there, but I sure enjoyed the holiday foods for the last four weeks straight. However, I do not make resolutions. I stopped making these about five years ago. I used to make my list, pin it on the fridge and for the first few weeks I was SERIOUS. As serious as a stubbed toe at least. Most people bring in the new year under a cloud of confetti, fireworks, and champagne bubbles. I wear black and go into mourning. A new year only reminds me of all the things I wanted to do in the old year, but never did. A new year reminds me that I am getting older and that I am one year closer to the grave.
Oh well, I have the next 11 months to go back into denial before 2007 is on our doorstep. Hey, by the way....Happy New year...go by yourself a pack of cigs and a twinkie to celebrate!