Can I just admit, here and now, that I am really ready for this year to draw to an end?
I won't miss it.
Truthfully, it hasn't been really the best of years. It hasn't been the worst, either, but, things have just kind of happened this year that I could have lived without.
I can give some examples.
January second found MM and I off the road in his jeep. Now, yes, jeeps are made for offroad, but not for SLIDING off the road, ending up in the middle of a clump of trees.
In February? It snowed. A lot. And a tree fell dangerously close to the house, actually hitting it in a narrow miss.
OH, the mustang was wrapped around a pole by some guy taking it to the sandblaster in preparation for painting it.
We also have a dead Lincoln Continental. It may be revive-able, though.
I cut sections off the tips of two of my fingers with an evil work razor.
2 weeks later I stabbed myself in the palm with a knife.
MM got his first speeding ticket in years.
I could go on, but I won't. Because it is counter productive...
Don't get me wrong, I am not miserable, not unhappy, not un-satisfied. I have things and people to be grateful for, I can usually find something to smile about every day. If I can't, I go and google Calvin and Hobbes and look at the snowman series. That always brightens me. And I have the best friends a girl could ask for, and I wouldn't trade either MM or MG for anything.
But this year has kind of been a bitch.
And I am going to be happy to count down its end.
Come on, 2010.
I know it's going to be a good one....