Doesn't it seem like yesterday that everyone was bracing for
the Y2K "disaster" that never came?
And here we are -- another New Year in its infancy. I'm not one for resolutions, but you're reading one of them. I resolve to get out my feelings more this year. They're disjointed, with no connection whatsoever, but here they are.
By this time next year I'll be the mother of an official driver-license-holding teenager, on her way to spreading her wings for independence. I've devoted so much of my being to this child that I'm not sure I'm ready for the empty nest.
She's beautiful, brilliant and sensitive -- exactly what this world needs for its future. Can I let her go? I don't know. She needs to be let go, and I hope and pray I'm not so selfish I can't let that happen. I love her fiercely. She's my life's joy.
I'm recovering from some funky stomach malady, so the first nibble of the day wasn't black-eyed peas and greens. I hope the New Year's gods can forgive this indiscretion and bless me with luck. It would be nice to win the lottery, but you have to play to win. If I can't swoop up on
Powerball winnings, I hope I can at least keep my head above water this year.
My little dog isn't getting any younger. He's had eye and back problems this year. I wish him an easy, healthy year as we grow older together.
It's my fervent prayer that the economy pull out of this dismal slump. Uppermost in my mind, of course, is the fate of newspapers. So many good people have devoted their lives to the truth with very few monetary rewards. Please, for their sake -- for my sake, even -- don't let newspapers die. We're not perfect, but we're out there trying our damnedest to give the public an unbiased look at the events coloring their world. The same cannot be said of so many
bloggers and citizen journalists, many of whom color themselves as objective but reveal their bent. Kind of like
Faux News with a keyboard.
(And yes, I
do realize I'm using a blog as my podium. I, however, make no claim to be a journalist here. This is where I blow off steam -- it's subjective, and I have no plans to change that.)
I have high hopes for our new
POTUS. Barack Obama is no messiah, but he gives me optimism. New ideas are needed. The status
quo is not working. I now count down the days to the end of the error -- a man neither elected by the people nor for the people.
Reading about the possibility of
Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner having a New Year's baby makes me smile. It's
irrelevant to my daily life, but I think they're absolutely darling. So many times I've latched my hopes onto a Hollywood couple --
Brad and Jennifer,
Reese and Ryan -- only to see it end in divorce. (I still haven't forgiven Brad for cheating with
Angelina Whorlie.) I have faith in
the Afflecks. They seem ... almost normal.
Why was
Friends the last great sitcom? I love
The Office, but there is still a void left by the
six people who gathered in my living room every Thursday to make me laugh .. and cry. Though I've always loved Friends, I still mourn for the
pre-Monica
Chandler and the
Joey who was dumb and
lovable, not brain dead.
Of course,
Jim Halpert does help ease the pain somewhat ... (Is he gorgeous or what?!?)
And speaking of guys who make you drool, I'd gladly be
Rob Pattinson's cougar.
Long or short hair, bald ... I don't care. Just in case anyone out there knows him and wants to pass the word ...
Happy New Year, everyone! Both of you.
