Greetings to Family, friends and Ryan Gosling …
What a whirlwind year we had in 2011! We ate, we drank, we danced. We watched untold hours of soccer and The Simpsons. We even re-did the bathroom With Our Bare Hands. About the only thing we didn’t manage to squeeze in was a run for the Republican nomination. But, there’s still a week left, who knows if one of us might jump in? Get on the bus, kids, we’re going to Iowa.
I’ll start with my perfect children because, honestly, there’s not much to say when every day is a joy and every night is a feeding frenzy. Having two teen-aged boys in the house means never having to say you’re sorry… when you tell them shower because they stink. But surely by the time they are ready for those Ivy League interviews, they’ll have washed or Hell will have frozen over, the cold rendering the odor indistinguishable. But I don’t worry about their future because they have charm in spades. No matter how many times I remind them to turn off the bathroom light, they leave it on. How charming is that?
And, while being parents is the Most Fulfilling Human Endeavor Possible, at least that’s what I chant to myself when I’m doing a mountain of laundry, occasionally my husband Berick and I feel the need to take a break from our bliss and work for a bit. You know, for the sheer thrill of it and to pay the electric bill. Berick takes his “work break” about 14 hours a day. With that kind of time for personal growth, let’s hope the economy nevers recovers. Wouldn’t want to deprive my man of his passion! Those aren’t wrinkles; those are laugh lines, Babe.
As for me, I have no complaints about my work in 2011. Seriously, not one. except maybe that chicken salad I ordered back in May. (Too many Mandarin oranges, not enough almonds.) I wrote a TV pilot, went on a book tour, did 41 podcasts, countless blog posts, and managed to blow dry my own hair about 87 times. Thanks to all who showed up, purchased, listened, read and complimented me on my Diane Keaton haircut. Truth is, 2011 was such a hit, I’m scared of 2012. Part of me hopes the Mayans ARE right, because I can’t top this year.
Over the holiday, my family plans to throw a few logs on the fire, eat popcorn and sing lots of carols. Or maybe, we’ll just gather around that island in the kitchen and eat chips straight out of the bag. Either way, it will be perfect, because that’s the way we are!
Embracing my Chaos, Lian