“You might want to sing it note for note
Don’t worry be happy
In every life we have some trouble
When you worry you make it double
Don’t worry, be happy……

Ain’t got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don’t worry, be happy
The land lord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don’t worry, be happy
Look at me I am happy
Don’t worry, be happy
Here I give you my phone number
When you worry call me
I make you happy
Don’t worry, be happy
Ain’t got no cash, ain’t got no style
Ain’t got not girl to make you smile
But don’t worry be happy
Cause when you worry
Your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don’t worry, be happy (now)…..

There is this little song I wrote
I hope you learn it note for note
Like good little children
Don’t worry, be happy
Listen to what I say
In your life expect some trouble
But when you worry
You make it double
Don’t worry, be happy……
Don’t worry don’t do it, be happy
Put a smile on your face
Don’t bring everybody down like this
Don’t worry, it will soon past
Whatever it is
Don’t worry, be happy” – Bobby McFerrin 1988

I have no great expectations for 2010. No resolutions. Just a few ‘works-in-progress’ that I’ll continue working on. But as luck would have it I’m feeling quite content right now. So that’s a good way to start the year, right?

One of these days I’ll take a proper holiday in again, take more than a week off, have time to make a proper fuss about Christmas. Next year, Aidan will notice that our Christmas tree is 40 cm’s big, has no lights and we don’t actually take the decorations off before I pack it away.
Now all the holiday is packed away and I miss it, busy as it was. Nosepho – our once a week maid / domestic – comes back this week. Yippee! Much Happiness, and also a little sad, because I was enjoying giving in to my OCD side with folding all the laundry, keeping up with the laundry, sweeping and dish washing. But I think I may be one load of laundry and packing of the dishwasher away from really resenting Hunny (not that he doesn’t help, it’s just that he can never get it right, bless him ), so it’s just in time

I spent way to much this Christmas. On me and on others. And on stupid car repairs. Seriously scientists, what about that teleportation device now? I’ll be paying for Christmas till Easter by my estimates. But I have a working Truck, two pretty frocks and an awesome pair of purple heels; Hunny has some cool new Sunnies, and a killer new knife & chopping board; and Aidan has a bounce (thanks dada). Or a trampoline as it’s more commonly known, but Aidan calls it a bounce, and he LOOOOVES his bounce.