Absolutely. Tom, you're a wonderful person, and someone I feel lucky to know. I hope your hard work brings you some better things in 2011 and beyond.
We didn't have sex, if that's what you mean. That's all I do now, not have sex.
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
Goodbye and Good Riddance 2010: Don't Let the Door Hit Ya...
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 2010? We have a few words for you.
Kate P. - Jan 11, 2011 6:38:37 am PST #336 of 466
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love
Lee - Jan 11, 2011 6:56:29 pm PST #337 of 466
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
What Kate said. Plus you have an awesome smile.
I actually mailed my slacker present today! That will make it less than a month late!
Laga - Jan 11, 2011 7:08:02 pm PST #338 of 466
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I bought the first part of my slacker present yesterday.
billytea - Jan 11, 2011 7:09:13 pm PST #339 of 466
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Is it slacks?
Laga - Jan 11, 2011 7:11:24 pm PST #340 of 466
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Heh heh. I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.
billytea - Jan 11, 2011 7:16:28 pm PST #341 of 466
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Heh heh. I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.
Sure, but it'd probably be a slacker hit. Every year you'll put another post in Good Riddance, apologising that you haven't got round to it yet, but you stopped into a music store and asked which pianos are the mot effective when dropped from a great height, so that's progress, isn't it?
Atropa - Jan 11, 2011 8:58:33 pm PST #342 of 466
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Dear 2011,
This is NOT the way to start out. You need to work very, very hard to make things better. My mom making a full recovery would be a good start.
smonster - Jan 11, 2011 10:07:34 pm PST #343 of 466
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Tom, IME therapy is a long, slow process, often going long stetches without discernable results. Then a lot happens in a short time. Whether it's incremental gains or a rush of progress, I hope 2011 is the year that it all comes together for you.
Continued ~ma, Jilli.
Beverly - Jan 12, 2011 4:17:32 am PST #344 of 466
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Tom, I'm in a degree of admiration approaching awe for all you've accomplished since I've known you here. Having come this far, I have all faith you'll go further still. You have my best wishes always.
Trudy Booth - Jan 12, 2011 10:15:05 am PST #345 of 466
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Well, 2010 was the year of taking care of people.
My niece was born in February and I was cheerfully out there one day a week helping my sister with her. I helped Msbelle out with Mac which was also a joy. (Seriously, that child is 95% sunshine. The other 5% is so hard but it used to be 10+ and some day it will be nearly none.) There were various other babysitting gigs and, again, so nice to be part of keeping happy families happy.
Then came August and I was off to Florida for what turned out to be four months to look after my aunt Barbara's 91 year old mother Roz while aunt Barbara underwent cancer treatments.
The work its self wasn't so difficult -- cooking, cleaning, keeping the books, getting Roz to her various appointments. Roz's dimentia isn't as traumatic to me as it is to her immediate family because I'm not feeling the loss of her memories so much and she and I were able to enjoy simple things -- clouds, trees, Jewish food, Errol Flynn movies... as well as those days when she was sharp and funny as hell.
Being away from home, missing my friends, being out of my environment, not knowing if this was even going to work -- that was all pretty hard. My uncle John and I bonded quite a bit on that through those long months and he and I have regained the closeness we had when I was a girl.
But it worked. Barbara lived. Roz kept her faculties. We all went home. Just this once, everybody wins.
Maternity and Paternity leave for my sister and her husband have ended and my nannying the niece a few days a week means I'm probably eligible (fingers crossed!) as a part-time worker for NYS's single-payer health insurance. With any luck I'll soon have the foot surgery that got put off three years ago when I lost my job. Maybe 2011 is the year for taking care of Trudy.