It's Much Easier to Say .....

..... Happy New Year this year than it was last year. In fact, I realized tonight that when I responded to other people's "Happy New Year" today .... I meant it. And that feels nice.

The zombie game is still being played. In fact, they've moved on to slaying Nazi Zombies. Yes, you read right. Evidently it's possible for a zombie to be worse than just a regular flesh-eating zombie. Whoda thunk?

Son #1 has joined the ranks of zombie slayers and the outcome has been a bit hilarious to listen to. Evidently when you play this game you help each other out and play as a team. It would appear that Son #1's zombie decapitation skills are not up to par with his brothers'. I am assuming this is why I hear the younger sons yelling at him about not "watching their back" or not "protecting his window" when the zombies kill the slayers. Alas, Son #1 lacks the skills to be a professional zombie slayer. But hey .... I give the kid credit for even attempting it. I can't even manage to pass Guitar Hero on the drums so there's no way I'd be able to trash a Nazi Zombie.

I think I'll stick to going to see movies with the girls. Tomorrow is Daughter #2's last day here .... and that makes me sad. I've really enjoyed just knowing that they're here with me, just hanging out chatting or watching inane tv shows.

Don't get me wrong .... I love my Sons .... very much, but I really miss the "girl presence" when they're not here. I miss the ease of discussions and the feelings that we share about things like Nazi Zombies and WWII games and Family Guy.

sigh

So one more daughter will be leaving soon. I may have to chain Daughter #3 to the house to keep her from leaving next week. No, she won't like that but she'll soon see it's for the better good of our home, right?

OK, it's time for me to try to catch up on the sleep that I did not get last night on New Year's Eve. I had a very nice evening that turned into a very early morning and now I'm dying! I'm not in my 20's (or anywhere near them!) so I'm not used to staying up until the wee hours of the morning .... not on purpose, anyway.

If I can't get a handle on getting home at an earlier time, then this dating thing is going to be the death of me!

And what a bummer that would be ...... "she died from total exhaustion from dating and having fun".

So off to bed I go. But not before I tell each of my Peeps ......

Happy New Year ...... and mean it.

:)