Happy Almost New Year's my babies! Are all of you making your resolutions? I think we should all resolve to be a little kinder to the people who love us, to stop acting like spoiled children when we don't get our own way and have an appreciation for those who do the best they can with what they have. A little kindness and the words "thank you" go a very long way.
The year should end on a positive note, so let's look at the positive things that happened this year.......
Mystery Mama's visit and having HB back in my life top the list. MM's visit wasn't nearly long enough, but the casserole made up for it. To see HB again, hug her so tight and have that feeling that all was on it's way to be right again was so incredibly awesome. It brought a happiness I haven't felt in a very very long time.
Spending the summer exploring with TCB. While the weather wasn't always wonderful, it seemed to be warm and sunny on the days we did go exploring. We survived our first real argument, kissed and made up and let it go. The positive there? Learning that we can be adults and not fight like children. Resolve the issue, put it behind you and move on. Who knew?
Being welcomed back into the music fold. After being told for so many years that I wasn't welcomed or particularly well-liked by them, imagine my surprise to learn that it wasn't like that at all!
Being approached to start a new music project for the new year--maybe I'll actually get to use that cordless now. I like that.
And finally......
Knowing how blessed I am to have such loving people in my life. Friends, old and new bring more comfort than they could possibly ever know.
So my babies, thank you for another year of reading and hopefully enjoying the posts of a wing-nut.
Let's all take the warm fuzzies with us into 2008, and wake up tomorrow knowing that somewhere, someone does think about us and smile.
It's how my day will start.
HRG
Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Another Year Packs A Suitcase
...and gets ready to leave a mess to a younger, fresher year. Here's hoping a younger set of eyes and ears will bring good changes. Maybe these changes will bring home the thousands who are wondering why they're separated from their families because some moron decided he wanted more oil and couldn't get away with invading Canada. Dare we be optimistic and see a shift in how we treat our planet and each other? I've always maintained it takes two generations for change. Can we see the changes now, in our children? I hope so. If not, then......I shudder to think of the consequences. Have enough of us paid attention to what was happening and educated our own enough to want to make a change? Or, has the pendulum swung too far, and have we raised a generation of self-centered, expecting instant gratification future conservatives/republicans? Could we break with tradition and stand with our offspring, demanding change, or has the belief that a global peaceful co-existence is possible become as unbelievable as Santa Clause or the Easter Bunny? Can we be that skeptical?
The PollyAnna in me hopes not. Will there be room for idealism in the new year? The PollyAnna in me hopes so.
As always, it's been an interesting year. So many changes, some of them good, some of them....well.....you know.
Because we should end the year on a positive note, let's get the sad things into their boxes first. Marked clearly, they will be disposed of, never to return. It's important to let go of all that before the new year begins. There should be no room for sadness, regret or what-might've-been. It's too easy to carry all that baggage with you into the new year--have you noticed that when you do the next year's luggage seems to weigh more?
Things to let go of:
Krusty. My best friend since Y2K. I miss him and always will. No box for him though. Those memories are best tossed to the wind.
DTVCB and his trusty sidekick, the HeadHo. They're adults and make their own choices. They go into a bright shiny box because I wish them well. Dusting off those memories from time to time will be a nice stroll down memory lane.
The stress and disappointment in my job. Some things can be changed, some things will never change. It's my choice not to let my new year begin with negativity and constant threats. I have to learn from, then let go of damage caused by someone who I really should've fired months ago. To allow her unhappiness seep in and take root is wrong on so many levels. She will always carry her baggage, the set growing larger every year. Time to take back the power inadvertently given her and get on with my own life.
Let's bury that box so deep in the earth's crust that only ashes will be found by civilizations a million years in the future.
No music. I miss playing. This goes into the same box as.......
The disappointment in being given a cordless microphone for xmas from TCB. While I understand (sort of ) his line of thinking, it wasn't what I'd wanted at all, and feels a bit like a slap in the face--a reminder of all the gigs we're not playing, so "here's something for you to look at to remind you that you're not the woman you professed to be". That box, big and shiny, goes to the back of the closet.
The sadness of knowing that while TCB does love me, he'll never love me enough to make the "big" commitment. He said it, then he took it back. HRG shall put that huge disappointment into a box, weigh it down and drop it into the water, never to be seen or heard from again.
Know what babies? Those are really all the things that need to be boxed up and put away.
For now though, TCB is up and personal time to write is over.
Stayed tuned for tomorrow's list of all the wonderful things that happened this year and predictions for what lies ahead. The writers in Hollywood may be on strike, but I'm not.
I can feel you all shivering with anticipation now.
HRG
The PollyAnna in me hopes not. Will there be room for idealism in the new year? The PollyAnna in me hopes so.
As always, it's been an interesting year. So many changes, some of them good, some of them....well.....you know.
Because we should end the year on a positive note, let's get the sad things into their boxes first. Marked clearly, they will be disposed of, never to return. It's important to let go of all that before the new year begins. There should be no room for sadness, regret or what-might've-been. It's too easy to carry all that baggage with you into the new year--have you noticed that when you do the next year's luggage seems to weigh more?
Things to let go of:
Krusty. My best friend since Y2K. I miss him and always will. No box for him though. Those memories are best tossed to the wind.
DTVCB and his trusty sidekick, the HeadHo. They're adults and make their own choices. They go into a bright shiny box because I wish them well. Dusting off those memories from time to time will be a nice stroll down memory lane.
The stress and disappointment in my job. Some things can be changed, some things will never change. It's my choice not to let my new year begin with negativity and constant threats. I have to learn from, then let go of damage caused by someone who I really should've fired months ago. To allow her unhappiness seep in and take root is wrong on so many levels. She will always carry her baggage, the set growing larger every year. Time to take back the power inadvertently given her and get on with my own life.
Let's bury that box so deep in the earth's crust that only ashes will be found by civilizations a million years in the future.
No music. I miss playing. This goes into the same box as.......
The disappointment in being given a cordless microphone for xmas from TCB. While I understand (sort of ) his line of thinking, it wasn't what I'd wanted at all, and feels a bit like a slap in the face--a reminder of all the gigs we're not playing, so "here's something for you to look at to remind you that you're not the woman you professed to be". That box, big and shiny, goes to the back of the closet.
The sadness of knowing that while TCB does love me, he'll never love me enough to make the "big" commitment. He said it, then he took it back. HRG shall put that huge disappointment into a box, weigh it down and drop it into the water, never to be seen or heard from again.
Know what babies? Those are really all the things that need to be boxed up and put away.
For now though, TCB is up and personal time to write is over.
Stayed tuned for tomorrow's list of all the wonderful things that happened this year and predictions for what lies ahead. The writers in Hollywood may be on strike, but I'm not.
I can feel you all shivering with anticipation now.
HRG
Sunday, December 23, 2007
The Full Moon
....tends to bring out the semi-mental fool in me. In all of us.
Yes. Yes it does.
Life has been clipping along at it's light speed pace. As always, work is a nightmare. Hours are long, nerves are frayed and at least three of us are questioning our career goals. A decision I thought easy is turning out not to be, the crossroads loom and I can't find a coin to toss.
Each year is, I'm learning, about change, letting go and moving on. Sometimes that's easy to do, sometimes it's not. Strings fray, slowly moving apart until one day they're snipped away. It's not fair though, when the string is cut and you're not the one holding the scissors.
The loss of three friendships this year weigh heavy on my heart. Krusty has to face his own demons, it was time to let go and see if the bond we'd formed over the years would hold on its own. It didn't. I miss him. The easiness of the friendship, the musical partnership, all that. But you know, like the song I'm listening to says "fate has a way of changing, just when you don't want it to".
As for the other two, well, I'm not sure exactly why that happened. And I probably never will. To the one who pouted over something that was supposed to be a nice SURPRISE--I'll miss our long lunches, debates and general whining about life, love, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. but really, get over it. And to his trusty sidekick--you are an adult, capable of making your own choices and decisions, you CHOSE not to call while Mystery Mama was here. At any point you could have picked up the phone and made contact. Unless you're a teenager and grounded from the phone, there's no excuse really.
As you head into the new year, ask yourselves if ending long term friendships was worth it.
I don't think it was.
HRG
Yes. Yes it does.
Life has been clipping along at it's light speed pace. As always, work is a nightmare. Hours are long, nerves are frayed and at least three of us are questioning our career goals. A decision I thought easy is turning out not to be, the crossroads loom and I can't find a coin to toss.
Each year is, I'm learning, about change, letting go and moving on. Sometimes that's easy to do, sometimes it's not. Strings fray, slowly moving apart until one day they're snipped away. It's not fair though, when the string is cut and you're not the one holding the scissors.
The loss of three friendships this year weigh heavy on my heart. Krusty has to face his own demons, it was time to let go and see if the bond we'd formed over the years would hold on its own. It didn't. I miss him. The easiness of the friendship, the musical partnership, all that. But you know, like the song I'm listening to says "fate has a way of changing, just when you don't want it to".
As for the other two, well, I'm not sure exactly why that happened. And I probably never will. To the one who pouted over something that was supposed to be a nice SURPRISE--I'll miss our long lunches, debates and general whining about life, love, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. but really, get over it. And to his trusty sidekick--you are an adult, capable of making your own choices and decisions, you CHOSE not to call while Mystery Mama was here. At any point you could have picked up the phone and made contact. Unless you're a teenager and grounded from the phone, there's no excuse really.
As you head into the new year, ask yourselves if ending long term friendships was worth it.
I don't think it was.
HRG
Two more sleeps
Merry Christmas my babies! Two more sleeps and then there's presents! We gave in, bought one of those "gee, it almost looks real from this angle" trees. Actually, in the right light it doesn't look too bad at all. It's kinda pretty and all that.
And did I mention there's presents?
One big heavy one is for me.
I can't sleep.
Will Santa EVER get here?
HRG
And did I mention there's presents?
One big heavy one is for me.
I can't sleep.
Will Santa EVER get here?
HRG
Monday, December 10, 2007
A Serious Post
Let's take a break from my usual "why isn't my life going the way I want it to go?" posts for a moment shall we?
Because babies, we are still alive and breathing.
Unlike at least 26 women who lived on the Lower Mainland. The number is 26, but you know, there are actually 65 women missing and unaccounted for. 65. That's a number that should indicate retirement age, not missing women.
When we as Canadians think of serial killers, we think of names like Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy and those who belong to their "sick fuckers" club. After all, this is Canada. This kind of thing doesn't happen here.
It does happen here. It did happen here. We can't turn our noses up at other countries anymore, smug in our goodness. Those kinds of people live here too.
Not long ago I overheard a conversation between two women--I wanted to bitch slap the smugness off both their faces. The gist of their discussion was that the dead women deserved to die. After all, look at their lifestyles.
What the fuck? Since when does being a junkie and a prostitute mean you DESERVE to be tortured, butchered and fed to pigs? These women had families who loved them, they had names, faces...... The evidence was sickening, yet the families were there every day, never letting anyone forget that the names were attached to real women.
Today everyone rejoices because justice has been served. No it hasn't. Pickton (and those who helped him commit these atrocities) are still alive and breathing. Our tax dollars will help pay for his appeals, keep him housed and fed and clothed for at least the next 25 years.
If you want justice, put him in regular prison population. We don't have a death penalty here, but oddly enough, prisoners have their own code of ethics. I say let them mete out the punishment. Vigilante justice? Maybe.
Because the only person who deserves to be tortured and murdered sits in a jail cell today, awaiting a meeting with his court appointed lawyer......
And he wears a shiny new badge.
It reads "Sick Fuckers Club".
HRG
Because babies, we are still alive and breathing.
Unlike at least 26 women who lived on the Lower Mainland. The number is 26, but you know, there are actually 65 women missing and unaccounted for. 65. That's a number that should indicate retirement age, not missing women.
When we as Canadians think of serial killers, we think of names like Ted Bundy, John Wayne Gacy and those who belong to their "sick fuckers" club. After all, this is Canada. This kind of thing doesn't happen here.
It does happen here. It did happen here. We can't turn our noses up at other countries anymore, smug in our goodness. Those kinds of people live here too.
Not long ago I overheard a conversation between two women--I wanted to bitch slap the smugness off both their faces. The gist of their discussion was that the dead women deserved to die. After all, look at their lifestyles.
What the fuck? Since when does being a junkie and a prostitute mean you DESERVE to be tortured, butchered and fed to pigs? These women had families who loved them, they had names, faces...... The evidence was sickening, yet the families were there every day, never letting anyone forget that the names were attached to real women.
Today everyone rejoices because justice has been served. No it hasn't. Pickton (and those who helped him commit these atrocities) are still alive and breathing. Our tax dollars will help pay for his appeals, keep him housed and fed and clothed for at least the next 25 years.
If you want justice, put him in regular prison population. We don't have a death penalty here, but oddly enough, prisoners have their own code of ethics. I say let them mete out the punishment. Vigilante justice? Maybe.
Because the only person who deserves to be tortured and murdered sits in a jail cell today, awaiting a meeting with his court appointed lawyer......
And he wears a shiny new badge.
It reads "Sick Fuckers Club".
HRG
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