Happy New Year 2069!!!....in Nepal, that is.

Apr 13, 2012 00:56



HAPPY NEW YEAR 2069 B.S.!!!!

Okay, fine. Technically it's New Year's only in Nepal but eh, what's wrong with spreading the joy? :D
We don't really have fireworks and all like the Chinese do but it's usually a lot more festive than it is right now. The vicious storm, complete with lightening and thunder, might have something to do with the lack of celebration.
I can't really bring myself to celebrate right now anyway; it was only in the evening that I realized today had been New Year's eve and that I'd done absolutely nothing the whole day. That's pretty anti-social, even for me. But I have an invitation at a friend's place for tommorow today so I guess I'll start baking some peanut butter brownies in the morning and join in with a couple of my friends and their families. That should satisfy my Dad's urge to see me act my age and "not a crabby old lady." Poor Dad is just paranoid his only daughter won't even make an attempt to find love and settle down. I get tired of explaining I'm barely an adult but he continues to worry.
Speaking of thunder storms, one of my dogs seemed to be pretty scared of lightening. He was making a racket so my mom made the helper sister bring him in. He seems to be having fun in the room with me though; he's been sniffing curiously at everything. He doesn't get to come inside the house often so I guess things inside are new to him. He's notoriously known for shredding anything resembling blankets and mattresses so I'm making sure he doen't make a mess in here. Lord knows, I only need an even more pissed off of a sulky mother to make my a life a living hell.
Tiger (that's the dog's name; Mom brought home all four dogs : Tiger, Ronnie, Blackie and Buddy and promptly forgot all about taking care of them so the task has fallen to me and my poor gullible Dad. She bought him, thinking he was a Mastiff but he ended up looking more like a Labrador than anything. He's still lovable so I guess we'll continue to tolerate all the shredded blankets that we keep replacing for his kennel) doesn't appreciate me making light of the storm outside. He's glared at me with this sort of expression a few times in the past hour or so :


but he seems content to hide under the bed for a while at least. (That's not him up there but the expression is pretty much the same. I don't know to whom this photo belongs to so I''l just write here that it's definitely not mine and won't be used for nefarious purposes.)
Also, a friend called. He's disgruntled that no one seems to take his fear of lightening seriously. His best friend apparently just laughed at him and blurted out his secret to his entire family. He had to "listen helplessly while they all cruelly made fun of his terrifying fear!" Unfortunately, Mom can inside my room and started making funny faces at Tiger and cooed over hoe cute he was when he was scared. My friend heard, felt that him being scared of lightening equated to him being somewhat like a dog was even more miserable. I don't think it would be a bad thing to be a dog in a respectable home though; hey, free meals and all the nap time you want, yeah?
Okay, I have to let Dad sleep now; he's been trying to keep an eye on me so I go to sleep on time especially on Doctor B's orders but he's tired after a day of work and has fallen asleep on my bed. It's funny in an much too sentimental kind of way.
I guess I'm going to have to finish "Fade" by Sonny and Ais and "The Rules of Being a Godson" by Sam_storyteller later on Sunday.

Happy New Year's again, everyone! :)

tiger, thunderstorms, dogs, new year 2069

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