Basically, it flew. I blinked my eyes and the year was over. The year was filled with a lot of good for me. There were so many new endeavors with friends and family. As I review, I see how I'm blessed with so many things right now; and I look forward to watching them all grow in 2004.
I'm still enjoying my Holiday Season. I've organized my resolutions. All I have left to do is pack my bags and drive to Karen's farm in Charleston. Here we come 2004. Tamee, Vikee, Teena, Dale and Amy are fixin' to throw down on a horse farm.
Sunday, December 21, 2003 ::: Merry Christmas! To: Me. From: Me.
Great weekend, peeps. Filled with well-done parties. Fun conversation. Forced conversation. Old friends. New friends Pinot Noir. Mary Jane. Shopping [for myself, of course]. Marlboros. Impromptu dancing with my man. Great sex. No, wait. Amazing sex. Yep, several great sexes.
It is funny you say that. I've found myself moving more towards life's simple pleasures. I feel an overwhelming pull towards simplicity. It is so much more rewarding, at least for me.
I was catapulted into hibernation by the brutal flu, but I enjoyed the time it forced me to spend alone. I went inside my head to explore the things that were holding me back. I felt no need to rush to this party or that event. I'm exhausted with those things. I don't find the same solace in them I once did.
I look back at my resolutions for 2003. I made great strides in accomplishing some of the things on my list. I want to continue on the path of self-improvement. I want to take the things I learned and move to the next level. Not just personally, but also professionally. I have some immediate goals set that will help propel me in the right direction. I'm excited and nervous all at once.
It feels great to finally be making efforts and not focusing on the parts of my life that offer the least reward. I have the most amazing foundation. My partner. My true friends. My family. Myself. Now, it's time to continue to build.
I'm in the midst of playing the world's biggest game of catch-up! I leave for New England next Tuesday and return on Saturday. I leave the following Tuesday for Charleston. This week is all I have to work, basically. I ran around town like mad yesterday. I did it again this morning. I think I can get it all done, but I'm just a little overwhelmed right now.
I think I'm returning from the dead. Although, there were a couple of times I was ready to be with dead. The flu thing ain't no fun, especially this year. The sweats. The chills. The aches. The shivers. The spins. All of it spells misery. But I'm a trooper and decided not to kill myself. And today, I'm grateful for my decision.
I am also grateful for the things I learned about the talk show circuit this week. See, if you watch Ellen, The Wayne Brady Show, Sharon Osbourne, The View and The Today Show… you begin to see the same guests making appearances on each of the shows. They sing the same songs. They talk about the same things. They don the same fake smiles. It really makes people less real. Somehow, Katie and Ellen seem to be getting to the celebs first. People really want to talk to them. And maybe they are real with Katie and Ellen. They just duplicate their appearances for the lesser gods.
I am also grateful for the antibiotic my fine doctor gave me. Tamiflu. Yes, it is pronounced Tammy-Flu. The CDC knew Tamee was going to have the flu well in advance. They contacted Roche Pharmaceutical to manufacture a special drug for the specific type of flu I had. And you know what? It is really working some magic. Props to the CDC and Roche! It has even worked faster on Philip than me, but smarty-pants got a flu shot this year.
So, things are slowly returning to normal around my house. My weekend plans are still all shot to hell, but I'm just glad to be without a freakin' fever! PLEASE JUST DON'T MENTION THE NAMES TRISTA OR RYAN AGAIN!!!!
Ugh. I'm alive. There have been several times I was ready to die this week. Today is the first day I've been able to get out of bed. Every report about the severity of the flu this year is an understatement. I think my fever may be breaking today, but I still feel like death.
My mood was SOUR yesterday. It didn't begin that way, but as the day progressed my mood digressed. My plans to chill with Bret were perfect. I spent the first thirty minutes bending Bret's ear. Complaining. Bitching. Moaning. Or maybe it was more like bombarding Bret.
Chris called and joined us. He arrived and echoed everything I said. He literally walked thru the door and almost repeated my rants. Immediately, we formed the Bitter Trio.
Our impromptu gathering turned to a room filled with bitching and venting and people feeling much better. It was too ironic. And just what the doctor ordered. Philip joined us after his work function. He wasn't bitter. So, he lightened the mood and we moved the party to Moe's and Joe's.
But I want to know... who knew Fosters, bitching, grilled chicken, friends and hot sex would do so much for a foul mood?!?!
Monday night we purchased our tree. Tuesday night we pulled the decorations from the attic and placed the tree in the stand. Last night we trimmed our tree.
I did the lights this year. Sometimes the process of lights annoys me. Patience is a virtue; and sometimes I just don't have it. Wrapping each branch with lights drives me insane, but not so much this year. And I must say the lights turned out very well.
Our home is decorated for the Holidays and I love it. But what I love most is that I have such a wonderful person with whom I can share my Holidays.
A bottle of wine. A great dinner. An evening of silly conversation. Christmas music. Combined, it all makes me smile.
Wednesday, December 03, 2003 ::: The word of the day is...
...rusticate. I'll use it in a sentence. It seems many people in the world are on a mission to rusticate. I think the fall of the dot.com economy was a catalyst in many lives. Actually, it was more than a catalyst. It was more like a force. I heard a story yesterday that confirmed this claim (at least in one life).
Mr. X was the President of a company. It was a software company funded by silly investors. Guess what? They went belly-up. Everyone was left without a job. And now, well... Mr. X is selling mortgages for mobile homes. And I'm not knocking it. I'm just saying that life is strange.
Monday, December 01, 2003 ::: C'mon now, let's all get on down
Here comes a quick ramble. I love holidays. Last week was much better than I anticipated. Parker and I had a great roadtrip. I spent ample time with my grandmother and other relatives. I slept a lot. I discovered my addiction, food, again!!! I did not work out ONCE! I returned to the A-T-L and blew it out on Saturday night, during which I finally met our friend cyberkenny. What a cute, nice guy! And his friend was quite the pretty little diva.
But now I'm home. Now it's Monday. And I am trying to do one million things at once. So, I'm off.