Fare thee well, 2012.

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So closes yet another year. . .
And I have no idea where it went :-(

I can't say 2012 has been a tough year, I've barely seen it go by.
But what have I been doing since last January?  Sticking my head in the sand, ignoring the general population life?
Where'd it go??

If I was to highlight the events I remember of this year, (which, really, is the whole point of this post) it would go something like this:

One of them, rather one of the more emotional of the year was finding someone after searching for 32 years. . The effects of which I'm still feeling. I get sad from time to time but I also have the ability to draw on long ago memories and take pleasure from it. Which is weird given I have trouble calling up the past for the most part.

Another emotional one was the day I said goodbye to a sweet and dear friend. How I still miss him so.

Yet I've had the absolute pleasure in reconnecting with my past. High school friends of long ago met up for such an enjoyable weekend. It still surprises me how much fun I had and what I took from it.

In the last six months I've watched my daughters take huge steps in their lives. For the better and I couldn't ask for more. It's been a difficult process watching them reach a point where change had to happen but it wasn't me navigating, they were in the drivers's seats.
But now I hold witness to the outcome of these decisions and choices. I've seen changes in both of them, both big and small. Their confidence has upped and they 'have a plan'.
What better gift can a mother ask for?

The last two months of this year I took myself to task. Rotten time to do it, doncha think? Christmas around the bend and here I am counting calories. That's so me, never taking the easy road. But I had to, I had to start caring about 'me' again. And it's been tough, let me tell you. It's so much easier to stop giving a crap about my hair, what I'm wearing, what I'm eating. And by the way, Wow! who'da thunk it was this easy to emotionally eat!? I've never, in all my years, had any trouble with it and 15 lbs later I've put a stop to it. Trouble is, at my age 15 lbs to lose is like 30 to a 20/30 year old. It'll take time and bloody hard work. A revved up metabolism for pre-menopausal women is almost non existent. Because you know. . we've not yet paid our dues in full. Why not pack on the pounds, lose sleep every single night and look like it. Aaaand they wonder why we're a tad cranky at this stage of the game. .
Oh well Rome wasn't built in a day. Those 15 lbs weren't put on in one either.
So here I go, pound by pound, I will slay that number 15. Might take me most of the year but damn it, I'm going to do it just to prove to myself I can. (And if I don't, ohhhh welllll I'm way past beating myself up over things like this. And I'll celebrate whatever it is I've lost. )

Really though, in retrospect I really don't have to search my almost non existent memory for this year's highlights. What matters most to me is my year ends with my three girls and my hubby healthy & happy and me not institutionalized. ( Ahhh some days I tell ya. . *wink* )

In closing I'm not sure what 2013 will bring but hey! Game on, baby!

Pssst- To the powers that be, just throw in some nice surprises here and there.. for shits and giggles, mmkay?

Happy New Year to you my Peeps.
Hopefully 2013 will bring you some shits and giggles too :-)

xo
Jamie

For you, George. Happy December 23rd

The Airing of Grievances 

Hey you! Yeah, you bitches in the pool: You wanted to comment on my daughter as she passed you by to join me in the hot tub? Your hijab didn't hide the snotty ass comments you made to each other. I didn't have to speak your language to understand. I'm a woman too. Albeit nicer, much much nicer. Well okay, maybe not in this case but you had it coming. . . And you didn't expect it did you, you little snots. Quite embarassing being called out publicly I'm sure. Understand this; I don't care if she's 22 or would be 42, no one gets catty about my girls. Especially in front of me.

Hey you! Yeah you asswipe driver. Go back to driving school before you kill someone. Contrary to popular belief (namely your own) you can't drive and text worth shit. I really hope the government allow the police service to issue demerit points if your caught in the year 2013.

Yes, I'm old school. But not old school enough that I don't use technology to my advantage. Yes, yes it's true, I do indeed ignore you sometimes. ( and by 'you' I don't mean you, silly ) Texting is where it's at. I regularly thank the absolute genius who gave us this incredibly useful tool.

I want to get the nerve at some point to go in the mall and holler out, 'Leggings are NOT pants. #1-They don't do SHIT for your ass. #2- They don't do anything for your legs unless you in semi shape. #3- One word: Thongs  #4- And if you insist on wearing them, buy a damn magazine and figure out how they are supposed to be paired.
I want to slap the back of  some young little loser gangsta wannabe's head and tell him his stupid jeans don't look cool half way down his ugly ass skivvies. And he looks like a freakin' penguin walking, only penguins walk with some sort of gait and style.
But mostly? Mostly I want to get in everyone's faces wearing pjs. FYI: You. Look. Stupid.

This chick's got the whole ensemble complete with no socks. 

Another FYI. . . I'm a month away from turning 50. That means several things, one of which is I stop giving a crap it being all about you. All of the time. I'm not bitter but don't wonder if you've not heard from me in a long time. I'm over here, making it about me for a change, and you know what? I like it.

Hey you! Political figure and member of Parliament: At the end of it, you only care about lining your pockets. Kiss my non political ass. Or go lick a cow's ass, it would probably smell better than the lies that spews out of your mouth every time you speak.

Hey You! Yeah, you religious fanatic out there, save your breath. I'm sick, sore and damn tired of hearing the drivel. Read my lips: I'm spiritual, not religious. What I do in my life is between me and Him. No, I'm actually not going to hell. No, you are not one of the 250 that will go to heaven. Who gave you that load of bullshit? Save your ' I'm holier than you' crap, cause baby, you ain't and neither is your religion.

Hey You! Yeah,you Mark Zuckerberg: Can I send you a list of idiots who should be banned from your media site? . :-) Much appreciated.   

To the rest of you, if you can't respect, if you can't be compassionate, if you can't think of someone other than yourselves, if you can't do anything but gossip, if you can't see your own faults while readily pointing out those of others. .
Piss off.

That's all.
Well, for now.

:-)

Happy Festivus.