I also like to scream from one year to the next :D

I agree with Nephy... Your Monkey ?!?!

I think perhaps the O.T. meant the actual holiday ... i.e., New Years Day. Arguably, if considered by itself, the most boring of holidays.


It need not be. sometimes there's bacon.

In Canada, we don't celebrate Arbor Day. (or, is it Arbour Day? We do love the letter "U" in a rather vain sense, after all)

But, as far as I'm concerned, New Years Eve is a nonsense holiday. All we do is watch a glowing ball drop from the sky to signify the New Year. Whoop-de-doo.

Then again, maybe I'm just jaded after the promise of world destruction with Y2K was a lie.

Now, what am I going to do with that underground bus I used as a bomb shelter?

Where have you guys been? CoasterMatt's monkey is his beloved. :) He calls her "monkey" all the time.

Rose, my dear sweet wife, is affectionately known as my monkey... :D

When I was in high school, it was in bed around 8:00 or 9:00 on NYE because I had to be up at 3:00 to hop on a bus to go march in the Rose Parade ('80, '81, and '82). Through most of the 90's, I worked my way into the New Year (as a DJ). I (gladly) gave up on that at the request of my dear sweet wife (who has no pet name).

While we may not have done anything special for NYE, Susan and I always enjoyed sitting in bed (or the couch) watching the Rose Parade on Channel 5 (LA's channel 5: KTLA). They play the Rose Parade continuously all day long, repeating it over and over. So, not matter when you turn it on, you can just watch until it gets back around to where you started.

The last couple of years has been a regular party. I now look forward to that, possibly more than Christmas.

No matter what we do, New Years DAY is about the nothingness. The day is completely void of anything of substance. I take my vegging very seriously on that day!

I've always wondered: does she have a pet name for YOU?

I too wasn't allowed to stay up until midnight until I was probably around 11 or 12. For many of those years, I was very confused about talk of a "giant lighted ball falling at midnight." One year, I managed to keep myself awake in my dark room all the way until midnight. I was so excited, I would finally get to witness the spectacle that is the giant ball! Imagine my disappointment when all I saw outside my bedroom window was the same boring street. The ball must have dropped in the other direction, or the houses across the way blocked my view.

Imagine my further disappointment when I finally learned what it REALLY is. I have been very unimpressed with that stupid ball of lightbulbs since.

My favorite holidays:

Christmas Day
Christmas Eve
New Years Eve
Thanksgiving
Easter Sunday
Halloween
New Years Day
Independence Day
Valentines Day
Cinco de Mayo
Memorial Day
Labor Day

Least favorite(mainly because I have to work these days often dealing with those who have it off....:mad: )

Veterans Day
Martin Luther King B-Day
Presidents Day
Columbus Day
Ground Hogs Day((yes, a certain major unions' members get this day off)

I have no strong feelings, one way or another about these:

Flag Day
Pearl Harbor Day
and the rest.....

There is some sort of pathological sadness that drives my amusement of that event. It is a must see for me.

Its stupid, mostly pointless, is a taped event from three hours earlier (on the West Coast), yet I must see it.