It's the End of the World....

Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
- REM

....as we know it.  I'm back Bloggy Babies.  Welcome to the End Times...well, the end of 2011, anyway.  Took a few blogging days off to recharge and close-out that odd, crooked year with a bang.  2011 good riddance to ya.  Can't complain to much though...it was a happy and healthy (though highly stressful) year.  The wifey took on a great new job that she seems to be diggin'.  Josh turned into quite the beachcomber, social butterfly, and academic.  Jilly impressed with her budding volleyball skills, mature presence and inner beauty.  Me, well, I had fun but need to get cracking.  Sold the money pit condo.  Some festive trips were had:  Vegas, Arizona, Cabo, San Fran, Cabo, Mammoth, and Vegas.  On a sad note, we had to say goodbye to the Jag and the ol' Lexus.  On a really sad note, we had to say goodbye to Fozzie.  He truly had a great, love-filled doggy life.

Anyway, high hopes for 2012:  Prove the Mayan's wrong.  We resume the job search.  Watch the Olympics.  Prepare for Josh's BM.  Re-elect el presidente.  Finish up the 6th and 3rd grades with gusto.  Solve global warming.  Stay healthy.  Win the lottery.  See family.  Follow the chronicles of Cubby.  Pray for the Flubbies.  And put some fresh, creative energy into the ol' blog.  That is, if the world doesn't end first.