New Year Kisses

2012 has been a good year for me. My first published book came out the first of August and the anthology I participated in came out early in November. I’ve learned so much about the craft of writing and look forward to 2013 when I can stretch my writing skills even further.

I appreciate all of the support I’ve received from each and everyone of you!

While listening to a show earlier today, I got to thinking about the very first New Year’s my hubby and I spent together. I asked him if he remembered. Uh, no. Actually, I wasn’t surprised because he celebrated in style back then. That and it was a “few” years ago. Yeah, okay. So it was decades ago but who’s keeping track. {snort}

We’d just gotten married on the 18th, spent a week here with the folks, then loaded up the car and a small U-Haul with my things and headed west. We arrived in San Diego on the 31st. After unpacking everything (didn’t take long…I didn’t have much), he informed me we were going to a NYE party. “What?!” I did not want to go! I was tired. I wanted to settle into my new home. Didn’t know what to wear. You get the picture.

But of course I went. When we arrived, he handed me the car keys. Hmm Guess I’d be driving home. Met all of his friends and fellow Marines for the first time and got my indoctrination in the Corps.  Well, the party side of it, anyway. 😉   A lot of the people were blitzed by midnight and there were hugs and kisses all around. And I do mean ALL around. At least by our host. He wanted to make sure everyone welcomed in the New Year the ‘right’ way so he didn’t leave anyone out. (Good thing the guys were all intoxicated and didn’t really mind.) 🙂

When we left, my hubby stayed awake long enough to tell me how to get back to our apartment. Thank goodness. This small town girl sure would’ve gotten lost otherwise because I had absolutely no idea where I was going. We made it, though. In one piece. No accidents and he didn’t get sick in the car. Always a plus. Har

So that’s what started the tradition of me carrying the car keys whenever we went to a party. If he was going to drink, then I’d be driving. (I don’t drink.) We’ve outgrown those days so my driving home from a party is no longer an issue.

I hope you all have a blast tonight…whether you’re going to party hardy or are having a small gathering at your home or what.

Be safe.

Be responsible.

We want to see you in the New Year.



About Linda Trout

I'm a retired accountant who loves a little space around me. What better way to think of new story ideas than under a tall tree, birds chirping, gofers digging, dogs barking, and cats demanding to be in your lap? When I'm totally bored, I climb on my Harley and go for a ride. That'll blow the cobwebs out of your brain.
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4 Responses to New Year Kisses

  1. Sue Perry Maplethorpe says:

    I’m Linda’s little sister and I would like to share with you one more little thing about their trip to CA. At a later date she had told me that when they left OK she was so excited for her new adventure in life. So excited that she couldn’t reframe herself from talking. She talked all the way from OK to Ca! Her new husband is a man of few words and was unaware of her ability to talk. Finally, he couldn’t take anymore and had asked her nicely to please shut up! She said, “Ok” and then didn’t say another word. He was astonished! Said if it was going to be that easy he would have asked her to stop talking two days ago!

    • Linda Trout says:

      I knew I never should have confided in you. LOL When I’m nervous, I talk. My poor hubby. I think what he actually said to me was to please take a breath in between paragraphs. Got his point across. Since then he’s learned how to simply ignore me…like all good husband’s eventually do. That’s why I kept him all these years. Or, maybe he’s the one that kept me. {snort}

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