Long time, no write.

I figure I need to do a blog post before January ends.  It seems to be the one consistent thing around here since 2008.  Get going in January, and trail off towards the end of the year.  Or March.  

I know I really need to post before and after and during pictures of this house.  Everyone keeps asking.  But dang, that takes so much time!  So, I've taken some pics with a real camera and now I just have to download and organize.  I am trying to avoid the constant iphone pic post, but it's just so.damn.easy! 

Let's play catch-up. Since I last wrote, we've had Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years. All three competing for my favorite holiday of the year.  

Thanksgiving was spent at home in Collierville, TN this year.  As always, I got to see one of my best friends, Mardis, and her crazy clan.  We met at Mississippi State in 1995.  Chi Omegas together.  She in her Lebaron convertible, me in my bright red mustang. And everyone else in their Honda Accords.  She now lives in my hometown and has 3 boys.  Three boys that make my dad drink scotch, heavily.  I was also able to see both grandparents and my bestie from high school.  The only downside of the trip was that Will got the flu the night before we were headed home.  Have you ever driven 10 hours in the car with a 4 year old, dog and sick  husband?  NOT FUN.

Christmas was spent in Georgetown and was surprisingly relaxing. Shopping done online early? Check.  Family in town?  Check. Wine fridge stocked?  CHECK CHECK CHECK.  Of course, I use the word “relaxing” loosely.  14 people in the in-law’s house for a week is a little over the top for me.  I had moments of weakness when all I wanted to do was retreat to my own house, in my own bed, with total silence around me and a bottle of Cabernet.  But then Christmas is over, family all goes home, and I miss the chaos.

And then there’s New Year’s.  The one night of the year where I allow my grown-ass friends to come over, destroy my house and act like teenagers.  And it is SO MUCH FUN.  This year, the theme was thrown in the trash when no one could get their act together enough to find outfits.  So, we just dressed up, drank cocktails,danced, cried, counted down the new year, danced some more, cried again, and then played slip n slide in the rain on the street while eating breakfast casserole.  Another NYE, another 5:30 am closer.  At some point I’ll finally accept the fact that I’m getting too old for that.  But not any time soon. 

So, here we are.  Work on the house has taken a bit of a break while Will gets his new company off the ground.  After 13 years at that other company (and 45 years for Mr B), Will decided to take a leap of faith and try it on his own.  Probably the best decision he has ever made.  So, screw the long list of new year’s resolutions for 2013.  This family just has one plea. 

DEAR GOD, PLEASE LET THIS WORK.