I would formally like to invite 2016 into my life. It has been a long time coming, and its about time.
I'm not making this post about stupid resolutions, or dreams of the future, because that is just stupid. Nobody follows up on that stuff anyways.
I may talk a little about what may happen in the next year, and come back next January, and see how I did. Probably my next post, but not this one.
I want to recap last year, put it to bed, start anew, turn over a new leaf, press restart, and whatever other euphemisms I can come up with.
I have a few topics rolling around the old hat holder, lets dive right in shall we?
In no chronological order:
I had Partial knee replacement surgery right after christmas, went very well. in fact, I feel most people made a bigger deal out of it than me. yeah it hurt, but nothing compared to the bone on bone grinding that I was living with every day. I was beginning to stumble around like a zombie from the walking dead. (which by the way is how I spent my recovery, bingeing and purging my netflix cue)
I am pretty young for this procedure, so I found it quite amusing listening to everyone say things like " yeah, my granpa had that, he also had both his hips done, as well as his liver removed" geez us!
you cant have my liver! I still need that!
I had to go to a class presurgery, I was roughly half the age of everyone else in there. oh the stories I heard.
theres one in every group, or three if we are talking about octogenarians. I pretty much know one lady's entire medical history, dating back to the 1800's. Her family's medical history, sisters, brothers, 2nd cousins, and dogs previous owner included. I also know what kind of car they used to drive (before the operation), their favorite color, and specific bathroom preferences. And I do mean SPECIFIC.
I heard many local colloquialisms like onnacownada (on the count of), met-ull (metal), ass burn (aspirin), and my personal favorite Pussyness (sounds like fussyness, not the female-like adjective).
My sixteen year old son also got his drivers liscense, I had forgotten what a big deal this is. He is now legal to operate a motor vehicle in all 50 states and some other countries too. a whole new set of challenges presented themselves to me when I started driving, things like what can I hide in the trunk? or how far do I have to go to air out the car with the windows down? or what is the least likely route for me to take to not get seen by any of my relatives/neighbors? these things were harder to learn than actual driving was.
I took a promotion at work, I am one for challenges, but this ate it from the ass in. At the same time I took the promotion, we lost a good percentage of our management team. I was forced (admittedly, of my own desire to not fail) to work a butt load of hours, no days off, shortened vacation, and having to do the work of 3 people, while training some new ones. the replacement for my old job lasted 3 weeks, gave his notice, stayed on another 2 weeks in STD mode. That's Short Timers Disease, for those that think it means something else, like gonorrhea. which probably is less painful. Things have settled down now, got my shit together, somewhat. Now its time to do it all over again.
I went to Canada last summer, Toronto, to be exact. Great city, great people, I want to move there. NOW. They literally have everything I need there, beer, back bacon, and Rush. Which was the entire purpose for the trip. I dragged my wife along, she wouldnt go to the concert onnacownada (see above) shes no Geddycorn ( a mystical female creature only spotted at Rush concerts, usually exceptionally good looking, intelligent, and appearing to enjoy quality progressive rock), although she does possess three of these five qualities. My son attended with me, I'm not sure he has recovered/accepted it yet. He is one of us now. Awesome show, one more thing off my list before the dirt nap.
We also took a trip to Niagra Falls, if you have never been, go. its really cool. Commercial, expensive, and crowded, but awesome to see nonetheless.
I started a pretty aggressive exercise program, for me at least. Did well with it, until the summer shitstorm hit, Couldnt find the time/energy, and the old knee gave out on me. I know, excuses, excuses. they are like arses, they all stink. Not that aggressive really means anything, Hell, getting off the recliner and reaching for a beer from the back of the fridge(thats where I keep the special ones) is considered aggressive for me. I'm looking forward to healing this hinge in my leg and at least do a little more outdoorsy stuff ( see previous post, titled day Hikes and Haikus, find it under "old stuff" on the right) That, and I need to stop eating about three fourths my weight in cake.
Looking back, I dont want to change anything, except the bone grinding thing, that sucked. I learned some pretty valuable lessons, and I am bound to learn a few more. Made some new friends, lost touch with some old ones, Hoping to reform those bridges to my past and future.
My sincerest wish is that everyone who reads this has a fantastic and meaningful 2016, Heck, I even wish it upon those who don't read this. why not?
That is my first entry for this year folks,
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I hope that thing works, otherwise, I am just talking to my self, Again.
Don't resist it, shake hands with it, its a brand new year.
Pistolgrip Out
And why would you have to air the car out? What were you a dirty hippie m
ReplyDeleteNo, its just that my friends and I ate a lot of Taco Bell. They had a drive through, so you didn't have to go in. Man, we ate a lot of Taco Bell. Sometimes we would eat so much, that we forgot we even ate it. So we'd go somewhere else and get more food. Usually late night, but maybe not. If we had enough money which we usually found in the cracks of the seat of that car. Or in the fountain at that mall. Where we hung out and laughed at all the funny people doing funny things. Like walking and shopping and going to movies and buying shoes. Shoes are good, they keep your feet warm. And yeah we were probably stoned.
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