Happy New Year!
Jan. 3rd, 2012 12:00 pmFor those of you who missed it last year, about this time last year, I did this thing.
So, let's revisit the predictions, shall we? I don't really make resolutions, per ce anymore - I sort of know what's going to make my life interesting in the Buddhist sense, I just try to stay out of its way.
If Mom leaves this year, the dynamics that will change within my family of origin will be earth-splitting. Even if she doesn't, I expect some things will resolve, morph a bit and could either improve dramatically or hit the toilet.
Some of all of this, and none of it. Let's be blunt - at this point Mom simply being here on a day-to-day basis is up for grabs after the last go-round, and frankly? I think she's pretty much coming to grips with the fact that while she may be here - not many of her friends are (and one is so demented it's breaking her heart). She may not want to be done - and that simply may be the reason she's still here, and the only reason. Once she decides she's done - it will be. She's just that frail.
As we continue to adapt, us to Xander and Xander to us, some attention will be paid to the amount of weight we both put on while trying to wheedle him to eat more, and more often. Both of us put on thirty pounds each, easily. It took me nine months to take that off before, I know I can do it again - getting Jim to play along? May not be nearly as successful.
No movement here, and Xander's transition from preschool into kindergarten just about gutted us all over again. The fact that none of us lost ground I'm taking as a personal best.
I've been thinking a LOT about Ranma: Motherhood (both in a 'YEAH I WANNA GET SOMETHING DONE' and a cringing, more than a little embarrassed 'there are a LOT of things wrong with this, not the least of which is that this is fan fiction' - and have not found five minutes to actually, yanno, stop and WRITE part of it. Something else will have to give way for me to get that time, but damn if I know what it's going to be. But I want to fix what's broken with this ditty and get it done.
Thinking a lot - doing a lot? Not so much, not when everything else has priority - and remaining fed, clothed and sleeping indoors has priority. That's life.
Doesn't mean I've stopped thinking about it, though. ;)
I hope we continue to wait for Sierra. But today, it's not a sure thing at all.
Still locked and loaded, still at least a year away. But yes - still waiting, and now with added convert the office into her room for this year!
I'm going to see my friends up north more often. So be it.
That's nice. The universe laughs at you.
We are going to formalize the godparent committee, on paper, in legal form, as part of our wills.
More than one bump in the road this year killed this plan deader than hell. Really on the fence at this point because Sis? While a good choice, isn't a GREAT choice at this point. And the rest of the candidates? Not on the gripping hand most of the time.
Sucks.
I am going to do whatever I can to get to Hawaii this year. It's the 10th anniversary, and it deserves something special.
Whatever was about it. We're going to be paying off everyone else we pushed to the side to pay for Hawaii for a good part of the first half of 2012. Worth it. Want to go back right now.
We're not going to make many changes as far as jobs go, if we are very fortunate - it's working as it is, and I don't need to rock the boat.
BWAHAHA. Me and my second job laugh in your face.
Garden in the back, hopefully with more variety of things - I managed some VERY nice tomatoes this year, but that was about the extent of it. But I did grow actual edible food back there. It can be done.
I think this is the year we bite the bullet and turn that garage conversion into a cabana. All we have to do is take it down to the I-beam and finish up/clean up the seams. But the rest of it is a total loss and getting scarier all the time.
Okay, pie in the sky:
We find a way to fund the rehab and get started.
BWAHAHAHA - yeah, right. We tried. It's not there yet, so converting the office into a second kid's room this year. We're going to be paying 'I don't want to get rid of my stuff' hope money for a storage space instead of doing rehab. Why? The figure is less, month to month. That's the only reason.
So let's write some predictions for 2012 down, shall we?
Mom isn't going to make it through 2012 - maybe to see her great-grandson graduate high school, but anything past that? It's getting into scary-careville out there - and there's already a come to Jesus Skype session planned for this month. Sis wants her private practice, and really? It's getting to be too much for lil' bro too. So expect changes - and it includes Mom finishing things up here and getting out of Dodge.
If I still have two jobs at the end of 2012, I'll be amazed at old gig's resilience and sheer audacity. When one company's password is encrypted on 'ohEFFmeitscold' and the other as a warm and hearty greeting? There you go. Love the new gig - lots to do, lots more to do as time goes on.
Maybe I'll have some luck explaining the concept of 'I have to do things I hate to have the things I love' - and in this economy, with the demands I willingly put on myself? The things I hate take up the lion's share - and if I put myself out for 'the fun things' and it turns into impossible situations and misery? I've already pulled away from doing the fun things because I found out it was killing me inside instead of making me happy - now, try to explain that without insulting people. Good luck.
The second trick to streamline to make time for the fun things again.
Take that back house down to a cabana that retains the laundry room, bathroom and wee room off it - which immediately makes it possible to use them as such.
Put that damn garden in. Pay $$$ to get help if I have to.
Keep Xander at the head of his class, if at all possible - he's already there, just need to make sure he can keep it up. Get some swimming classes in, something else to get him on his feet and moving -
Pie in the sky:
Back to Hawaii.
Back to St. Louis/Minneapolis.
And read all the damn books, play all the damn games and keep the damn house in one piece.
2011? You were one hell of a year. Mean it.
2012? So far, you're friendly and dynamic. I like it!
See you next year!
So, let's revisit the predictions, shall we? I don't really make resolutions, per ce anymore - I sort of know what's going to make my life interesting in the Buddhist sense, I just try to stay out of its way.
If Mom leaves this year, the dynamics that will change within my family of origin will be earth-splitting. Even if she doesn't, I expect some things will resolve, morph a bit and could either improve dramatically or hit the toilet.
Some of all of this, and none of it. Let's be blunt - at this point Mom simply being here on a day-to-day basis is up for grabs after the last go-round, and frankly? I think she's pretty much coming to grips with the fact that while she may be here - not many of her friends are (and one is so demented it's breaking her heart). She may not want to be done - and that simply may be the reason she's still here, and the only reason. Once she decides she's done - it will be. She's just that frail.
As we continue to adapt, us to Xander and Xander to us, some attention will be paid to the amount of weight we both put on while trying to wheedle him to eat more, and more often. Both of us put on thirty pounds each, easily. It took me nine months to take that off before, I know I can do it again - getting Jim to play along? May not be nearly as successful.
No movement here, and Xander's transition from preschool into kindergarten just about gutted us all over again. The fact that none of us lost ground I'm taking as a personal best.
I've been thinking a LOT about Ranma: Motherhood (both in a 'YEAH I WANNA GET SOMETHING DONE' and a cringing, more than a little embarrassed 'there are a LOT of things wrong with this, not the least of which is that this is fan fiction' - and have not found five minutes to actually, yanno, stop and WRITE part of it. Something else will have to give way for me to get that time, but damn if I know what it's going to be. But I want to fix what's broken with this ditty and get it done.
Thinking a lot - doing a lot? Not so much, not when everything else has priority - and remaining fed, clothed and sleeping indoors has priority. That's life.
Doesn't mean I've stopped thinking about it, though. ;)
I hope we continue to wait for Sierra. But today, it's not a sure thing at all.
Still locked and loaded, still at least a year away. But yes - still waiting, and now with added convert the office into her room for this year!
I'm going to see my friends up north more often. So be it.
That's nice. The universe laughs at you.
We are going to formalize the godparent committee, on paper, in legal form, as part of our wills.
More than one bump in the road this year killed this plan deader than hell. Really on the fence at this point because Sis? While a good choice, isn't a GREAT choice at this point. And the rest of the candidates? Not on the gripping hand most of the time.
Sucks.
I am going to do whatever I can to get to Hawaii this year. It's the 10th anniversary, and it deserves something special.
Whatever was about it. We're going to be paying off everyone else we pushed to the side to pay for Hawaii for a good part of the first half of 2012. Worth it. Want to go back right now.
We're not going to make many changes as far as jobs go, if we are very fortunate - it's working as it is, and I don't need to rock the boat.
BWAHAHA. Me and my second job laugh in your face.
Garden in the back, hopefully with more variety of things - I managed some VERY nice tomatoes this year, but that was about the extent of it. But I did grow actual edible food back there. It can be done.
I think this is the year we bite the bullet and turn that garage conversion into a cabana. All we have to do is take it down to the I-beam and finish up/clean up the seams. But the rest of it is a total loss and getting scarier all the time.
Okay, pie in the sky:
We find a way to fund the rehab and get started.
BWAHAHAHA - yeah, right. We tried. It's not there yet, so converting the office into a second kid's room this year. We're going to be paying 'I don't want to get rid of my stuff' hope money for a storage space instead of doing rehab. Why? The figure is less, month to month. That's the only reason.
So let's write some predictions for 2012 down, shall we?
Mom isn't going to make it through 2012 - maybe to see her great-grandson graduate high school, but anything past that? It's getting into scary-careville out there - and there's already a come to Jesus Skype session planned for this month. Sis wants her private practice, and really? It's getting to be too much for lil' bro too. So expect changes - and it includes Mom finishing things up here and getting out of Dodge.
If I still have two jobs at the end of 2012, I'll be amazed at old gig's resilience and sheer audacity. When one company's password is encrypted on 'ohEFFmeitscold' and the other as a warm and hearty greeting? There you go. Love the new gig - lots to do, lots more to do as time goes on.
Maybe I'll have some luck explaining the concept of 'I have to do things I hate to have the things I love' - and in this economy, with the demands I willingly put on myself? The things I hate take up the lion's share - and if I put myself out for 'the fun things' and it turns into impossible situations and misery? I've already pulled away from doing the fun things because I found out it was killing me inside instead of making me happy - now, try to explain that without insulting people. Good luck.
The second trick to streamline to make time for the fun things again.
Take that back house down to a cabana that retains the laundry room, bathroom and wee room off it - which immediately makes it possible to use them as such.
Put that damn garden in. Pay $$$ to get help if I have to.
Keep Xander at the head of his class, if at all possible - he's already there, just need to make sure he can keep it up. Get some swimming classes in, something else to get him on his feet and moving -
Pie in the sky:
Back to Hawaii.
Back to St. Louis/Minneapolis.
And read all the damn books, play all the damn games and keep the damn house in one piece.
2011? You were one hell of a year. Mean it.
2012? So far, you're friendly and dynamic. I like it!
See you next year!