Here's a funny tidbit:

Drinking mimosas at lunch while at work is NOT a good motivator. As if I had any motivation today to begin with, that little tipple at lunch pushed me right into a level of productivity that Paris Hilton would be ashamed of. Yaaaaaaawn.

I'm not a huge fan on NYE. It just seems like a holiday where people are so hellbent on having fun that it becomes almost like a chore to me. Don't get me wrong! I like going to the parties and seeing my friends and celebrating the fact that I have drag-assed my way through another year. HOWEVER, as you all likely know, I'm a hermit at heart and the strict confines of pants that don't stretch start to wear me out around 8:30, which, unfortunately, is when all the cool kids are getting their parties started.

Last year we went to a NYE party thrown by very dear friends of ours whom we love so very much and we ended up leaving around 10:30 and were in bed by the time the fireworks went off just a few blocks from our house. Is that lame? Oh, most assuredly! But that's just me! I'm not the girl I once was: one who did not leave to go out on a Friday night until 10:00 PM; one who could stay out until far past midnight and still wake up the next morning feeling like she could accomplish something other than watching a Lifetime Movie Marathon; one who relished the chance to go to Wendover (our very own gambling paradise just 1.5 hours away on the Nevada/Utah border) on the "fun bus" and not get home until 5 in the morning and still be able to go up to the hospital a few hours later to see her newly born niece.

So, this New Year's doesn't seem to be shaping up any differently than last year's. I have a feeling we will make an appearance at our party and then take leave at an unacceptably early hour so I won't turn into some kind of super-bitchy pumpkin. Believe me, everyone will be better off.

In any case, I wish each and every one of you a very happy new year. I'm sure that 2009 will be full of very exciting things like births and a certain blogger who will be moving into a NEW (to her) HOUSE in February. That is, if she can ever get the damn bank to answer their damn phone. GOD! Looks like I've already taken care of the "super-bitchy" part, huh? Go figure! It's not even 4:00. That's got to be some kind of record for me.