Wow what a year. Seriously.
I spent most of the year is a feast or famine situation. How come I'm not skinnier since it mostly tipped over to the famine side? Only good thing about being poor was the Medicade. I got to the DR more times than I have since I was pregnant.
At least I got to travel. Ft Collins, Denver several times, Dallas, Tennessee, Illinois, Indiana.
Jack got a great job and my business is steady and seems to be growing.
Now the Great Stash/ De-stash. Bring it on 2011!
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Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Fare Thee Well 2009...you sucked 89/365
Nope...I'm not sorry to see this year go. I'm not holding my breathe for 2010 to be much better but it can't suck much more than this one did. But anyways.....Here's me and the last sunset of 2009:
And in the words of Robert Burns
(sing sweetly now)
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?
- CHORUS:
- For auld lang syne, my jo, 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.
and surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
- CHORUS
We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot,
sin auld lang syne.
and pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot,
sin auld lang syne.
- CHORUS
We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.
- CHORUS
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
and gie's a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.
and gie's a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.
- CHORUS
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