Wash: Don't fall asleep now. Sleepiness is weakness of character. Ask anyone. You're acting captain. Know what happens you fall asleep now? Zoe: Jayne slits my throat, and takes over. Wash: That's right. Zoe: And we can't stop it.

'Shindig'


Goodbye and Good Riddance 2009: So long and thanks for all the fish.  

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 2009? Don't think we've forgotten about you


sarameg - Dec 03, 2009 5:35:32 pm PST #23 of 549

2009 was really fucking good to me. REALLY FUCKING GOOD. Paced like I still cannot wrap my head around and it is slowing, but still.

January: I took my Miss T, a 14 year old, to the Obama inauguration. It was phenomenal and we met some great people and whoa.

February: Took the plunge and contacted a peppy, chirpy texas-born realtor to look at houses. Promptly gave her a death cold and had to postpone looking at houses until March. Back started crawling, literally. Started up major headache project at work.

March: Saw houses. In the space of a week, second house I saw, fell in love with, made an offer, had offer accepted. Back went into full time overdrive. Got counter, got accepted before I could even tell my mom I made an offer. New roof slated. Started to rain like whoa. Lost 10 lbs. msbelle visited with mac and started packing me up.

April: More packing. Closing April 17. Lose 10 more pounds the week of closing. Amazingly easy. Paint ceilings. Clean. Move in April 25. I HAVE HOUSE OMG WHO THOUGHT I AM GROWNUP HOUSE AAHHHHHHOUSE!

May: SMOV, SM4 hits the fan, work goes batshit crazy, I start calling decking companies, I HAVE HOUSE! Unpacking. Washer, dryer, wiring, fun!

June: I HAVE HOUSE!! 8:30 am meeting 7 days a week. SMOV. God love SMOV. LAUNDRY IN MY OWN HOUSE.

July: I leave the country in the midst of the chaos of my work and home life. Kathmandu and Bhutan. Oh god, it was perfect. Better than perfect. Made my mother cry for the first time since I was 14, no idea why. Rediscovered flying in exercise. Had a really inappropriate international fling. REALLY INAPPROPRIATE. OMG. Fun! None of these things are related. I love the dance of both Kathmandu's crazy alive and Bhutan's peaceful enviro-whatever green hiking nature shit.

August: Had new deck put in. $$$$ Story of my life now. Discovered the joy of walking around the lake near me. Farmer's market near me. Falling more and more in love with my new neighborhood.

September: Got a Y membership, hey, I love swimming. A LOT. Swam every day the pool was open, major rush. PEOPLE. More house shit.

October: More pool habit making, good for me. More lake walks. Venturing into more new people. Fall into inappropriate trap AGAIN , but fun and I behaved, damnit. Decide it is a Thing, must guard against. 2 swimsuits retired.

November: TG!!! Good people and food and yeah. Good. Received 2 well earned commendations at work. Belatedly discovered I got a personal one as well, in a monetary form that still floors me because it is awesome and rare and WHOA I need to write thank you notes.

December: Just starting, but I've got food for thought regarding my career and people who are taking an interest in it and trying to make it for me. So.

it's been a really fucking good year. I might still have bits to add. It's been full. Very full.


§ ita § - Dec 03, 2009 6:37:06 pm PST #24 of 549
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I got a job in 2009, which makes it much better than 2008. Makes it a year I'll talk about. It's a job I enjoy, one that challenges me, one I'm good at, one where they like me.

And so I learn how much of my self-image is tied up in my employment, and that a large part of my depression was situational.

The migraines continue, and I guess they're pretty bad still, but they're better and I can work 40 regular hours around them even if I take more dilaudid than the doctors like. It's less than it was.


Stephanie - Dec 03, 2009 6:40:11 pm PST #25 of 549
Trust my rage

Is it wrong that I really want to hear about sarameg's inappropriate international fling?


javachik - Dec 03, 2009 6:40:50 pm PST #26 of 549
Our wings are not tired.

(you're not the only one, Stephanie!)


sarameg - Dec 03, 2009 6:43:39 pm PST #27 of 549

Strix - Dec 03, 2009 6:43:43 pm PST #28 of 549
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

(omg. i just realized i had no inappropriate sex in 2009! only appropriate. that's so weird!)

ION, no. Tell!


Strix - Dec 03, 2009 6:44:00 pm PST #29 of 549
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

OMG, you are such a tease!


sarameg - Dec 03, 2009 6:50:57 pm PST #30 of 549

javachik - Dec 03, 2009 6:51:48 pm PST #31 of 549
Our wings are not tired.

N-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ce, sarameg!


Strix - Dec 03, 2009 6:52:23 pm PST #32 of 549
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

ooh, fling while on vaca with parental units?! You have gonads of steel, man!