Nic and his Nicness (Yes I made up a new word)

I was going through the pictures I have downloaded since Christmas and I ran across a couple of Nic that I found very funny. One is him playing Guitar Hero, for those of you who fell off the banana boat yesterday, Guitar Hero is a Wii game that you play a fake guitar to the beat of famous rock songs. Half of the songs are before my time and all are before the kids' time, but we LOVE this game and are completely addicted. When Nic is rocking out to oldies but goodies his Nicness is under control. When you stop seeing us around and we keep turning down invitations, you will have to plan an intervention. Here is Nic and our newest love... he is a total rock star!

Next I found a picture of Nic at Karate. He just started. The Dojo Hunter has been going to for a couple of years has a Pee-Wee program and Nic really needs an outlet for ..his Nicness (is that even a word). This is pretty much how Nic does Karate. He runs around smiling and asking Sensei 10,000 questions that Sensei can not answer because he does not understand a word he says. Nic starts Speech Therapy on Wednesday. I would feel bad for Sensei but he seems to like it!


That grin should scare the bejeezers out of anyone with half a brain!

Resolutions

I think a lot about New Year Resolutions every new year but I don't really make a New Year resolution. I am more of a "by the seat of my pants" kind of girl. I really do not like to plan too far ahead. This year I thought it through and decided that I would make a resolution, it never works for other people so it should do wonders for me, right?

I decided to take the easiest resolution I could think of and I decided that my resolution for 2009 would be to be more patient and more affectionate to my husband. (You can all laugh now) I did not tell him about my resolution for the first few days of 09. He was acting so strangely it was getting on my nerves and I thought "Oh Crap, I'm not going to make it through the first week without ripping him a new one. I am a horrible person." Finally, I asked him what his problem was and this is what he said,"You are freaking me out. Are you dying? Am I dying? Why are your being so nice? I don't know whats wrong but you are really freaking me out?"

Nice, huh? That pretty much sums up our life. He is perfectly content with the daily lashings that come along with being married to me (over 14 years ), but the first day I start to be nice and calm, patient and loving I am freaking him out. I don't care if I am "freaking him out" I am sticking to my resolution... he is already a lot less jumpy than he was last week!

A note from Harly

Harly wanted to say...Happy New Year!
and please someone get me outta here!