Out with the old...in with the new...

2009 was a rough year around here. So many problems. So I was super excited to see it end. After all, 2010 has to be better, right? That was my motto last night. We were at Tigger's for a small New Year's Eve celebration. Her and Mater (husband), Me, Grumpy, 3 preteen girls and a boy. Oh how our ears bled with the screams as Justin Bieber took the stage. WOW.

So whenever anyone said Happy New Year, Tigger's response was "What is so happy about it??" And my standard reply was "It's not 2009. 2009 is OVER"

So I came home slightly buzzedrelaxed. Played online just a bit and headed for bed. It was a good night. And when I woke up it was a whole new not just year but DECADE. A big chance to improve. I didn't set the clock with the mindset I'd wake up when I wanted to. I should have known that was too much to hope for.

So today Brat leans down beside me. "Mom? Mom?"

"huh?" I tried to appear coherent.

"Mom, I started my period"

Back up! WHAT????? You did WHAT????

Yep folks. That's right. In with the NEW. And you would have to KNOW Brat to know how absolutely AWFUL this was. Talk about over emotional!! So of course I got up. We had the talk about pads vs tampons. But to be honest there is NO WAY Brat could use pads. NO WAY! She's not concerned enough with things like that. It would be a disaster at school. So in our talk we opted for tampons.

Luckily I had a few.

What did I get myself into??? The first time took a total of an hour to complete. She was a wreck. Lots of tears were shed. And she cried too. Yelling. Screaming. Cursing. And she asked me the age old question every woman wants to know that time of the month.

Why don't boys have to go through this??

Simple answer. They can't handle it. I mean Brat is difficult enough. I can't imagine Grumpy on the rag. He'd be curled up in the fetal position on the bed with tears in his eyes repeating "When will it end???" and rocking back and forth. I mean he gets a head cold and the world must stop. Imagining him with cramps, mood swings and having to use tampons makes me laugh.

Tigger's respone?

"Well you are the one who said 2010 would be so great. That'll teach ya to think"

Sooo how did you celebrate your New Year's Day??? Was it as eventful as mine?

Needles and Hair Cuts and Parties OH MY

Tomorrow is D-Day. The day Brat and I go have our blood work done. For me that's not so bad, or unusual. I swear they must be harvesting my blood somewhere. They sure have taken enough of it. But for Brat it's only the second time. EVER. And she is the overdramatic sort. So this has been a big worry on her mind. But Friday is New Year's Day and I don't know if the testing center is open. And Monday she returns to school. So in order to avoid having to miss the first hour of class, we are doing it tomorrow. Shhhh, I haven't told her yet.

Then we will set out on a mission. We will brave the stores. I haven't done that since last weekend. I hope the annoying hoards crowds of people have died down. But Brat has some more money on a gift card burning a hole in her pocket. And I have a gift certificate to get my hair done. YAY. So expect before/after pics tomorrow. Then we will pick up peanut butter and oatmeal for this awesome NYE cookie I found. Don't worry, it's no bake so the fire department won't be necessary.

Then tomorrow night we are headed to Tigger's house. They are having a small NYE party and we have been invited. YAY. I haven't been to a party since...well since I was of the age that I don't remember much of the party. This is a family party. Tinkerbell (Tigger's daughter) is a friend of Brats so she should have fun. I'm sure there will be alcohol involved, but unfortunately with pesky kids around we can't drink ourselves into a stupor to ring in the end of the year. HA. Not that I would anyway. I so would .

So tomorrow should be fun. I will be sure to take before/after pics of the 'new do'. And I'm going to be reviewing some things for you soon. Not that I was asked, compensated, or offered free shit to do it. But I feel it my duty to either tell you what is awesome to use or what blows chunks.