What a Year for a New Year

Isn't New Year the time to reflect on what happened during the year? To make resolutions? I'm choosing none of the above. First of all, I reflect daily on what's gone on in my life, so I feel no need to do it all the time Second of all, I don't like making resolutions because I tend to immediately break them. However, this year may be an exception. I am going to pay off my court fines, and that is some sort of resolve, right? Also I really want to visit Costa Rica & Israel next year so I'm going to try to save up some $$$ flow. Two of my closest friends live in those countries and it gives me an excuse to get out the USA, which I've never done before, right? So might as well start now.

Oh the new year.... what a year for a new year indeed... that song keeps plugging through my head. It's been not the best year to say the least. Quitting school, Turning the big 3-0, My first encounter with the law/jail cells/, My first experience with a close family member dying.... On the plus side, there's been some good, such as, quitting school, turning 30, moving out, being close to family. The circumstances that brought us together are not the best, not ideal, but I'm glad we're all closer now, even though we're physically far apart.

I miss dad, don't we all, and I know the pain WILL lessen in time, maybe the new year will be part of that. It doesn't seem quite real yet that he's gone. I just keep expecting him to show up, like maybe he's on some LONG vacation somewhere. My logical mind knows this is not right, and of course he's dead, but my emotional mind tells me otherwise. It's whacky.

So as the new year approaches, I hope you all can make resolves you will or won't keep, sleep well, be peaceful, be happy, and save money. Don't worry, I'll be there to help!

Weird Dreams

Last night I had a CRAZY dream about dad. He showed up at his house and mom was acting like it wasn't a big deal. This is like the 3rd dream I've had about him faking his death, but the other ones were funny, this one was a little weird/scary. So back to the dream... I'm freaking out, and mom's like, "naw, it's just that we buried him alive. He found a way out." I'm like "whatever, NO, we didn't, I remember he was dead on the bed in the hospital, remember mom?" yelling at her, and she's just calm going "no, he wasn't dead. We raised him up." I said "like Lazurus? What the hell? He's a demon, mom, he's not dad." And I looked over and dad's face was all like an exray of the devil's cartoon face. Then I woke up but it took a minute to realize that dad wasn't a devil nor did he fake his death. Dreams are cool.

Cheesy Christmas Parties

It's been cold here but not snowing (yet) and that's great! I've just been chillin' out working a lot.... 40 hours a week is ridiculous, at this point Burger King has become my second home, but hey, it pays the bills. Last night I attended Shanna's Cheesy Xmas Sweater Party, it was loads of fun. Good food, good drinks, and great conversations. I love Christmas Parties. I got the outfit at goodwill. The headband is from the dollar store, and the boots I bought over the summer and wore all around burning man. It's disgusting that at one point someone paid GREAT money for the clothes we all had on. Ew. Shaun & Wes were the flake brothers, and Wes won the prize for best accessories because of his sign that says "so many flakes so little time" He's a librarian so that's quite fitting for him. Margot, the lady on the right, won the prize for best metallics. If any of you have not had a cheesy sweater party, I suggest it highly! Sappy holidays one and all. It's great fun and a great way to become bonded through tackiness.