Wow – life can get crazy in a hurry. I had “left notice” that I would be out of it – electronically speaking – for a bit as I was on vacation and was planning on spending more time relaxing and hanging with family than blogging. Well – as soon as we got back in town, we had a major offer on our house that we’ve had on the market for about 6 months. If things happen as fast as they are threatening to, we may have to find a place to rent and meet with a builder within the next couple of days.
So – I’ll be doing my best to start blogging again, but it may be sporadic here and there, but I’ll still do my part to continue to reminisce about the ‘70s.
I thought I’d share about how we used to spend New Year’s Eve growing up. Growing up in a family of four kids, we liked spending time together and hung out doing family-type things all the time. We combined some of our favorite things on New Year’s Eve. Mom and Dad would go out to dinner and a show and we would get the house to ourselves.
Of utmost importance was listening to the Casey Kasem year-end countdown. I think that it started around 6pm and, of course, ended at midnight. We all had our guesses as to what the number one song was going to be and ended up with bragging rights for the year if we were right.
We combined this with what we came to call the “3 P’s of New Year’s Eve” Pizza, Pop and Puzzles. We had a great recipe for homemade pizza and we’d make up a few of them. Pop was essential and with a lot less to choose from back then, it was either Coke, 7-Up or Root Beer.
And puzzles… that’s where we really had fun.
If you are a REAL puzzle worker, you know that there are people who know how to work puzzles, and there are those who don’t. WE know how to work puzzles: We turn all the pieces over before we start; we build the entire edge before anything else; we LOOK at the puzzle to figure out where pieces go and only pick up pieces that we put in. It’s a lot different than the way a lot of others work puzzles, but it makes all the difference if you’re a REAL puzzle worker.
While this sounds pretty tame, or maybe even lame, it was a lot of fun for us kids. The fun ending to the night was, of course, having bottle rocket fights with the neighbors, all in good fun, of course.