Spike ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Christmukkah, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering. Oh, and 2004? Don't think we've forgotten about you.
Thanks for the back-link, I really did miss it, among my other thread posting and natural confusion...
I feel like I was drifting too much, in a lot of different ways, and I guess the closest I am going to come to a resolution this year is to pay more attention and focus more, even on the little stuff.
This is the thing. Bearing down on the present moment. I also wish I was able to do more of it.
2005: the year where ita was the nice one.
My son got married to a wonderful girl and now lives in a wonderful place.
Yeah, except now he can't get married to ME. Hmph.
Happy New Year, Buffistas! We had a fun little shindig in our apartment--several friends, lots of good food and drinks, and we played board games and watched Saved and looked up at the clock at 12:30 and said, oh, hey, 2005. Now to switch the calendar in the kitchen, and hopefully make a dent in the dishes before I go to bed. Much love to you all!
Ooooh, that reminds me.
t Digs out new Spike calendar.
Ready for anything, now.
2005: the year where ita was the nice one.
oh. then it should be
2005: the Year of Fantasy
What do I want from 2005, other than claiming my rightful crown of nice? Of the things that may be under my control -- I want to be a better teacher of the krav. I enjoy it, but I want to be able to be to them the way my teachers (still) are to me. Maybe 2005 is rushing things for that.
I want to stay uninjured, and maybe even healthy. I want to take krav places I haven't before.
I want to be fair to my friends, to earn their friendships all over again, and keep deserving what I get from them. I want to not kill my family.
As for work -- I want to pay attention, stay honest, and not be scared of the things I'm not so good out.
I trimmed my work inbox down to seven messages before I left today. I want to keep a handle, and keep organised.
And I want to be taken by delightful surprise, in every facet of my life.
Delightful -- you hear me?
Oh, you guys aren't going to start talking about boys are you?
I will still be parsing Lysanna's latest while 50 posts go by.
One for the Gus. Forty-nine left to go.
Oh, you guys aren't going to start talking about boys are you?
You mean like Ewan, in a kilt...
I'll be in my bunk.
Ewan in a kilt.... imagine a whole calendar of that.