Sunday, December 31, 2006

Auld Lang Syne

There’s an video on Yahoo this morning about how many people don’t know the lyrics to Auld Lang Syne. I admit, I’m one of them. Mainly because the words aren’t really English, they’re a Scottish dialect, and who the hell really knows what Auld Lang Syne really means, anyway? So, being the ever curious E-Lo, I decided to fill my brain with knowledge on the last day of 2006.

Robert Burns was the man who composed Auld Lang Syne. There were many poems and songs comprised of the same elements, but somehow his version became the most famous.

Here are the words in Scots:

Verse One
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dearFor auld Lang syne, We'll tak a cup o kindness yet, For auld lang syne!

Verse Two
And there's a hand my trusty fiere, And gie's a hand o thine And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught, For auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear For auld Lang syne, We'll tak a cup o kindness yet, For auld lang syne!

Who knew there was even a second verse? And what the hell is a “guid-willie waught,” or a “fiere?” There are actually five full verses to the song, with words that make you think that you fell through the looking glass.

And how many people really question the words to this song? I’d say most people who sing this song are probably drunk by the time midnight rolls around and just stumble through it. I know I’m guilty of that.

Roughly translated into English, the words are:

Verse One
Should old friendships be forgotten and never remembered? Should old friendships be forgotten
And old friends and days?

For old friends and days, my dear
For old friends and days
We will still take a drink
For old friends and days

Verse Two
And here is a hand my trusted friend
And give me your hand
And we will take a good toast
For old friends and days

For old friends and days, my dear
For old friends and days
We will still take a drink
For old friends and days

Ah… now it all makes sense, right? Although, I admit, it's much catchier in Scots.

So tonight, at midnight, after you kiss your significant other, take the hand of your trusty fiere, raise your glass, and make a right guid-willie waught to auld lang syne.

Have a safe and happy new year. For old friends and day, my dear.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006


It seems like every year Christmas and I grow farther and farther apart. I used to really love Christmas, even back when I was working in retail, because then I was really feeling the whole holiday vibe thing, but now... well, let's just say there's no more vibe. I don't know if it's the complete and utter lack of snow in Western PA or the fact that I'm just getting old.

You'd think with a baby Christmas would be more fun. But it's not. Because she's still too young to get it. I opened all her presents that I wrapped on Christmas morning, I opened all the presents from my mom, Ryan's mom, grandmas, great grandmas, aunts, uncles, etc. And it sucked. She got way too much stuff again. I wanted to say to these people, "were you not there on her birthday? Because I think you were the one that got her seven of these same blinking, noisy things."

How do you put a limit on that shit? It would be one thing if it were nice stuff, but she got a lot of junk, like dollar store junk. Is it wrong to tell people to limit themselves to one gift or just buy a gift card? Because diapers would be useful. I always need them. They come in more handy than the 500,000 toys that are still sitting in boxes (some from her birthday too!).

This year we had to leave from our house, go to Ryan's aunts house, to his mom's house, to my mom's house, back to his mom's house... and we learned that we're never leaving the house again on Christmas. It's a valuable lesson.

Here's to a happy new year.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Yeah, Santa... it's like that

Lyric and Santa did NOT see eye to eye. But they were able to remain at least somewhat civil... somehow I don't think it will effect the amount of presents she gets this year.

Friday, December 22, 2006

1.5 Kids

Ryan and I have been talking lately about whether we want to add to our family. We've discussed the ramifications of it, and how much harder things will be, how much more responsibility we'd be facing, etc, etc.

But we decided to do it...

This is Rocky, Lyric's new best friend.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Because I have nothing better to do while my baby naps...

I'm getting my haircut tomorrow evening. I still haven't decided on options 1, 2, 3, or 4. I might just combine them all and be done with it.

But what if my hair ended up like this?

Oops, I dumped the bottle of bleach on my head!

Or this:

At least with this one I had the excuse of having yellow M&Ms over my eyes, so I couldn't see what the hairdresser was doing.

But this, this is the kind of hair that my husband fears:

And it's no wonder, really.

I don't even have a good comment for this one.

I'm so goth. If only I could have added the eyeliner too.

In case you're wondering, you can go to to do this to yourself. For free! You can't beat that with an ugly stick. But you sure can beat me.

Signs that you're getting older

You think thoughts like, "wow, this washer is fantastic!" and "hmm, it's 9:30 on Friday, is it too early to go to bed?"

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

It's not too late...

To vote for my hair. It's a democracy here in E-Lo land, and your vote counts. My hair appointment had to be postponed because of a water main break, so let me know what you think.

Here's what Ryan thought:

Number 1: "This looks too much like your normal hair."

Number 2: "This is too motherly."

Number 3: "This one isn't bad."

Number 4: "This one is too bitchy."

I knew that out of all of them, he'd like the one that my hair would ever be least likely to look like. I like number 3 myself, but there's no way I could pull off that look every day. Too much curling involved. I'm leaning towards number 2, and when I told him that, he said "go figure." His fear is since I've had a baby, that I'd get an awful mom haircut. You know, one that says "I'm now asexual." Of course, I'm too high maintenence to do that, but have become too low maintenence to maintain my normal pre-baby looks.

So it's still up in the air. What do you think?

E-Lo Do!


VOTE! I'm getting my hair cut tonight. What should I go with?

Monday, December 04, 2006

Little Girl

Last week I took Lyric to the doctor, where she weighed in at a whopping 21 pounds and measured at 28.75 inches tall.

For those of you who know nada about child development, this is pretty small. It's average small, but small nonetheless. She's in the 60th percentile for weight and the 25th for length.

I remember back when everyone told me what a big baby I had. Now she's pleasantly petite. Or abnormally petite, whatever the case may be.

One thing she's certainly advanced in is growing teeth. The kid is getting three molars right now. She's going to have a mouth full of teeth before the new year, I swear.

She's not walking yet. She doesn't even seem close. For a while I was worried, but now I'm chilling out about it. She doesn't need to walk yet. She's still a baby. I can carry her.

For now.