Happy New Year, New Month, New Day, New Hour...

I'm sure you've read about new year's resolutions, lists of bests and worsts of the past year, and all that mumbo jumbo on other blogs. Well, I'm not about to be one of those other blogs. 

It is indeed a new year. 2008 has left us. But honestly, so what? It happens every year. One year goes and another one comes. It's really not any more exciting than the calender turning from March to April. In fact, I have end of the month parties regularly. I get bags of balloons, confetti, party hats, noise-makers, and random circus animals at the end of every month. I often invite long estranged or hardly related family members to these parties, and any other random people I can find in the neighborhood. 

And, if end of the month parties were not enough, I also throw end of the week parties, end of the day parties, and end of the hour parties. Some turn out to be bigger than others, but all are worth it. It's fun to celebrate turning a new leaf. Whether that leaf is an hour, a month, or a year, all I can say is it's fun.

I'm also celebrating the end of this blog post. Come join me.

A Tony Robbins' Day After Christmas

Happy day after Christmas. I am now being forced to listen to Tony Robbins' 'Personal Power II,' my Christmas present from my Aunt. My brother put the first tape into the stereo. It's pretty amazing so far. I am learning how to be a successful person. All these years have been a waste. He just said, "You would not have invested in this series unless you wanted to change." Well, let's just say Tony, you read my mind. By the way, the synthesizer sound track is great.

On another note, my other brother is listening to a bunch of random 80s songs. "Our House" (in the middle of our street) by Madness, Van Halen, many Billy Idol songs. Basically I am having the time of my life. Nothing could be better than Billy Idol and Tony Robbins while typing a blog post on a fold out couch.

Another interesting note about today: Not only is it the day after Christmas, but it is my father's birthday. Imagine how great that must be. More than half a century of Birthmas Days. He does, however, get the advantage of after Christmas sales. 

Happy birthday Dad.