Ideas are elusive, slippery things. Best to keep a pad of
paper and a pencil at your bedside, so you can stab them
during the night before they get away.
- Earl Nightingale, 1921 - 1989
In all honesty, the past year has to be the best ‘whole year’ of my life. None of the nickety plaguey stuff from years before. Lots of beautiful desert sunshine, a good place of work, three college courses completed (that’s pretty decent for part-time), a World of Warcraft addiction and the subsequent cancellation, and what makes things even better is the fact that I have been engaged for this entire calendar year to the most amazing guy ever (see picture on right).
For 2007, my chronological plans are as follows:
1. Finish Spanish Class with an ‘A’. (March) 2. Finish LOMA course (for work) 3. In April we’re getting married (in the Bahamas, with the honeymoon on the Virgin Islands) 4. Start more college courses. 5. Finish those college courses.
Along the way, I plan to become more fit (not the drab, unoriginal vow to lose weight) and to eat healthier - at least while the holidays are out of sight.
Wandering away from the subject, I updated my myspace page today - kept the same background but added a few extras. The kitties page is totally remade - and some videos are added as well. I’m not too happy with their background, but it’s much better than it was.
Now we’re late to a New Year’s Party, so I’ve got to hustle and get ready!
Children of men was released on December 25, and Pan’s Labrynth yesterday, the 29th. Great was my joy when I realized that they were finally released! Until I went to check for theaters, that is.
Turns out that they are only available in ’select cities’… and Phoenix, the 5th largest city in the country, is not included. What the Hell!?!
The LotR doesn’t even really want to see either one of these - I’m going to have to find someone else who wants to see them.
ooooh… they look so GOOD!!! I don’t know if I can wait until they reach this backwoods town of Phoenix, AZ… I may have to fly to Chicago or something.
I was dabbling around today, trying to decide what my resolutions for 2007 are going to be. For the past four-five years, one of my resolutions has been to reach a certain weight. 115, 110, etc. I think that this year I am going to deviate from that norm. Instead, I will try to eat healthier and exercise more. While staying at a nice size 2 or 4 (depending on the jeans). Right now, while I’m overloaded with Christmas Sugar, I would have no problem eating fruits, vegetables, and meat on a very regular basis, cutting down the sugar to one or two marshmallows per day. But what about holidays?! What about Weekend?! I LOVE sugar!
Nevertheless - what a funny word; it means absolutely nothing. Nevertheless, I shall try to do it. The company basketball team is starting soon, so that means good exercise at least two times a week, and then the LotR and I can go to the gym another couple of times a week. Replace the candy treats at work with sliced apples and carrots, and whoa-lah - we have it. I suppose the real test will be to see if I can continue this throughout the year. Until next Christmas, at least.
And since this is a New Years Resolution, it takes effect on January 1. This leaves me three days to finish up all of the Christmas cookies and candy! And, of course, that marvelous cherry icecream that is sitting in the freezer.
It’s been a long time. Twelve years really is too long of a time to go without seeing or talking with you. I got your letter today, in reply to the christmas card I sent. I really want to tell you things, but I think that they may be misunderstood - and I don’t want to remind you of the pain that you undoubtedly went through.
I always loved when you visited before, even if you did like to eat brussel sprouts. You gave us candy, that forbidden sweetness. You snuck us cookies and popcorn when Mother wasn’t watching. You were a great hugger, and I wish that we had spent more time together. But we couldn’t. I didn’t know why then, but now I do and I couldn’t care less that you’re gay. I understand that homosexuality was a huge outrage in the days when you ‘came out’. And I totally understand the fact that you could not stay with my grandmother and be completely happy. You did what you had to do. And I respect that. I respect You.
Now, as I look at your letter, I see the years that were wasted as you were suppressed from visiting your own granddaughters. Your only grandchildren. I understand how you must have felt - treated unfairly and blocked by the giant wall of prejudice. Your old-fashioned handwriting is shaky, you have arthritis pains, prostrate cancer that has grown into your bones, and can barely walk more than a few steps, though you’re too proud to use a cane. I think of you alone in your house. Your wonderful shabby house with the parrots and the fish, and the tv playing Bonanza. I even liked your huge old hearing aids and the fact that you made us talk loudly so you could hear us. (that hearing loss is heriditary, by the way) I remember you were so proud of me when I learned to read that you made me stand and read the tv guide aloud to you. Yes, I remember, though I was only four at the time.
I’m glad that you don’t feel pain from the cancer. One sentence in your letter captures your essence so clearly. “I would like to see it snow for Christmas, not really for myself, but for all the children.” It made me cry. You’re so beautiful inside, Grandfather. And here I am, wishing you in your own words,
“Good Health, Lots of Happiness, and Many Loads of Love.”
In all honesty, the past year has to be the best ‘whole year’ of my life. None of the nickety plaguey stuff from years before. Lots of beautiful desert sunshine, a good place of work, three college courses completed (that’s pretty decent for part-time), a World of Warcraft addiction and the subsequent cancellation, and what makes things even better is the fact that I have been engaged for this entire calendar year to the most amazing guy ever (see picture on right).
