Monthly Archives: December 2013

Welcome to 2014! Yes, this means you are older.

2013 was a ride. Some of my friends had a marvelous year, and some had a crappy year, and most just lived life and were happy for the most part. The point should be that we made it, whatever the circumstances were.
I’m not a big believer in New Year’s Resolutions, usually because I fail in less than 24 hours, and so do most people I know. I do have wishes though, and they’re not just for me. If you’re reading this, I probably consider you family (at least to a degree – maybe you’re that weird cousin 4 times removed or whatever).

  1. I hope that everyone does at least one thing in 2014 to make their life better. Better job, better health, better home, better relationship. All take work.
  2. I hope that this year brings better to everyone. They say the more you have, the more you want. “They” might be right. “I” might be wondering how the hell I ended up with all this stuff, half of which doesn’t fit in my house. Point is – I don’t know what better is for you, but I hope you get it this year.
  3. I hope that people will remember that liking is just as important as loving. If you love someone (and I am NOT talking about the people who raised you or the brother who can be a complete ass.), try to keep remembering what it was about them that made you love them. It doesn’t mean you won’t mutter under your breath or swear at inappropriate moments, but it might make a difference.
  4. I wish we could all win the lottery. Unfortunately, history shows that when you put a bunch of really rich people together, they act bat-shit crazy. I’m pretty sure I could throw a party with all of you, and we would still act like crazies, even without the money. (but still, college fund and all that… lottery would be great.)
  5. I hope that relationships work. Not work out. Just work. For those of you with decades under your belt, bless you. My grandparents slept in separate beds and separate bedrooms and that probably scarred me forever. For those of you in new relationships, close the door when you are going to the bathroom, realize he/she IS going to see you with crazy hair, and pray your skin and essential parts don’t sag. Women, please don’t do the thing where you sneak off to the bathroom at 6am to put your BB cream on. I can’t even say that without gagging. NEXT!
  6. I hope that every one I know gets what they want this year. As long as it isn’t creepy or vengeful. Vengeful sucks. I could give you a sermon on it. Anyway, here’s to peoples’ home businesses taking off. Here’s to people getting promotions at work because they’re just that good. Here’s to people taking the vacation they’ve needed. Here’s to new parents, and the hope they will have the baby who sleeps through the night. (Good luck with that one, but we’re talking about dreams here, people.) Here’s to making the right choices, and even when you don’t, not beating yourself up about it.

2014 is going to be an interesting year. My calendar currently only goes through 1/26/14. I don’t know what’s going to happen after that. Seriously. I’m juggling a lot of things, and I just don’t know where I’ll be after that. So with that, I’ll leave with this Irish blessing:

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Love ya!


Poodle baby

Just because she’s happy making… you have no idea how snuggly she is.


Ever feel like there just isn’t a title that fits you?

You try on a bunch of different, semi-cool names (that really make you sound like an idiot), and the all important TITLE. They all sound ridiculous. Names you wouldn’t attach to your pet. C’mon! I used to be creative, and I can still critique the hell out of the loser ad campaign you just put online…

There just is no job title for “I’m disabled.”

You could have been the next rising star, or on the faster track for awesome job opportunities. Here’s where it gets critical, and now I’ll just talk about me, because, I don’t even know how you eat your Oreos, for heaven’s sake.

  • I was offered a lot of jobs over the years, and many of them out of state. I could have furthered my career, and I didn’t. I chose to stay where my heart was. ¬†Good decision, bad decision – it doesn’t matter because it’s in the past.
  • Last June, I… well I usually just say got sick. It’s easier. I didn’t get sick. I got mowed down by the bullet train of “YOU ARE NOT WELL – NEXT STOP? ER” Screwed my whole life up even more than I could have done it myself. I don’t need to talk about what happened, or what I have to do. For the most part, that stuff is boring, and nobody likes listening to a whiner. (If they have a surgery gallery, I’ll let you know, you weirdo.)
  • Just because someone loves me, doesn’t mean they like me. I was always ornery to begin with, and with a traumatic brain injury, I didn’t get less likely to “give ya what for.” For that, I am sorry. I truly can’t control my emotions at times, as hard as I try. I’m erratic, tire easily, and will often laugh or cry over silly things. At least there’s a part of my brain that realizes I’m doing and TRIES to pull back.
  • I’ve been told that I complain too much, and that when I tell a friend something horrible or awful, that I am causing pain to that person too. So, I’ve finally come down to “Am I not supposed to talk about what’s bothering me, because it might bother YOU?” I bought that for about a Maine Minute, and realized – I can say whatever I want. I don’t have to be nasty about it, but I am allowed to say what I think and feel. If it bothers you, look away, don’t read, and please don’t tell me to be more positive because my post hurt you. That hurt? That’s on you. YOU figure out a way to deal with why you feel guilty or sad or whatever the hell is going on up there; I am responsible for me, my pets, and that is IT.
  • That said, I would like to say thank you to everyone who has helped me. Couldn’t have made it without you guys. You have no idea how much your support has helped me.
  • I’m going to try very hard not to talk about health stuff anymore. It’s a release valve for me, but I’m pretty sure nobody signs up with their email address to “Debbie Downer” unless it’s to feel better about their own lives. *grin*

I don’t even care if nobody reads this, and I’m sure actually that nobody will. I just want you to know that the person “who tells everybody about her surgery, trying to make them feel sorry for her, and complains about every little thing,” is gone. I’ll see you online, I’m sure.

Hope all is well with you – sorry for the yuck post.