I can't decide if I'm calling it "Twenty-Ten", or "Two Thousand and Ten." The former sounds so futuristic...kind of Jetson-esque. Back in the 1980's, I thought that by 2010, we'd be driving hover-crafts and communicating by telekinesis.
We rang in the new year with our Cowboy Group. Had a great dinner at Tim and Tiffany's, then went to the Club to dance the night away.
Here are the guys, looking quite fine, I might add! From left to right: Charles, Tyson, Rick, Stan, Tim
And this next picture just cracks me up. The doggie belongs to Tim's parents. I can't remember her name... Chloe, maybe. But the little dog would not quit staring at Tyson. As soon as he sat down on the sofa, Chloe was there. Rick is cracking up in the picture, and that makes me laugh.
And the girls are below, with Tim popping up in the background. This is after THE INCIDENT, which shall not be named, involving a most unfortunate wardrobe malfunction. Truly, my most horrifying, mortifying moment of my life. If you weren't there to witness it, than you don't get to know what happened!
From left to right: Me, Jan (Tim) Twina, Tiffany, Kandi
The next picture is proof that I started the evening out in a little black dress.
The decor on the table was, um, a little like a 50th birthday party with masks and everything. We weren't sure how that fit into a New Years Eve celebration, but since they were there, we rolled with it.
Hi-Ho-Silver!
And now... drumroll please:
We've begun the countdown to vacation. Leaving on Saturday for a destination south of the border. This time next week, this will be my view!
And that's all I have to say about that!
Happy New Year, friends. I pray blessings of peace and joy for all of you.
2 comments:
I suggest going with twenty-ten. We can say "two thousand-xx" for the next ninety years, but at some point we are going to have to go back to the double-double method. Unless you think people in the year two thousand, one hundred forty-eight are going to like that better than twenty-one forty-eight. As I told Heather, we are putting off enough tough decisions for future generations--can't we at least take care of this one for them now?
I agree, Chris. Twenty-ten it is. Hope ya'll had a wonderful Christmas season. Bet it's cold up there!
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