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January 01, 2002-9:53 a.m. How Sa spent her New Year�s Eve 2001: Went to work for 9.5 hours. Seemed like 9.5 days. Came home. Ate pizza at M & D�s, while we all enjoyed �The Weakest Link.� Moron quotient was quite high on this particular episode. Returned to my house. Began preparations for New Year�s staple of the South�Blackeyed Peas! Rinsed pre-soaked peas, put them in a stock pot along with water, pork products and peppercorns. Put on stove to boil. Left message on Larry�s answering machine smack-talking about the superiority of my Blackeyed Peas over the gruel-like concoction he was sure to be brewing up. Called Beth to see how her trip to New York for the holidays had been. While on call, Larry called back on cell phone to argue merits of his Blackeyed Peas and extol the virtues of the pressure cooker versus the traditional method of soaking peas overnight then boiling them for lengthy amount of time. Put him off. Turned peas down to simmer. Returned to call with Beth, who advocates buying the Blackeyed Peas pre-cooked in a can, thereby avoiding messy, time-consuming preparations. Checked peas. Returned call to Larry who claimed to have already eaten portion of his peas. Sampled my peas and found, they too were ready. Turned off stove. Hungry and determined to bring in the New Year with me over the phone he said he would eat dinner and then call me back once he had finished. My mission during this respite was to be to research New Year�s goings on around the world via the internet. Checked email and hits on webpages. Not interested in fireworks in England or wherever they were ringing in the New Year at that moment. Turned off computer. Changed into pajamas, refrigerated Blackeyed Peas and went to bed. Five minutes later, I was forced from the warm comfort of bed by a phone call from Larry saying that he didn�t think he would be able to stay awake until midnight and just wanted to call and let me know that and wish me a Happy New Year. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
