I don't mean to be a bully to 2013 or anything, but it really sucked.
Oh, it did some things right, to be sure, like a magical family vacation in the Outer Banks, our oldest graduating from high school, our first licensed driver, a visit from Paw Paw and Granny Caggy from Kentucky, a loss of 35 pounds, a change in jobs closer to home, the miracle of birth and the cuteness of the five darling kitties from the stray we took in. Patrick got to go to Italy with a school trip, and Rosie got the travel bug again, going to Bethany Beach, North Carolina, and Hawaii all in one summer, and had a spectacular sweet 16 birthday surprise.
But for the most part it was a big jerk. Kicking us again and again till we were bleeding and crying.
A few of the highlights of what you did to us:
We Came home from vacation to find our beloved little dog Sophie dead. Our older dog Blue was nearly killed when he got hit by a car. He's still left with spinal damage and a dead leg that will remain with him the rest of his life. You gave my laptop a virus not once but twice. The first time, I lost every story I had ever written. Gone. Poof. Three family members were hospitalized. Yes, three. My daughter Julie in August, Fred on Thanksgiving morning through the following Monday, James the day after Thanksgiving though the following Wednesday. Acute renal failure for Fred that required weeks of dialysis. Weeks that seemed like months as he dealt with crippling nausea, headaches, fatigue. Mental health issues that have brought me to my knees. Meetings after meetings after meetings that in the end don't seem to make any real meaningful difference.
I was so fed up, there were times I didn't even cut the box-tops off the cereal boxes. Dimes for the school be damned!
Just to throw one final blow by kicking me when I was down, 2013 decided to give me a cold on New Year's Eve. A parting gift.
Well, 2013, I'm done with you. You are a washed-up has-been. I am turning all ninja on your ass. I will punch you in the throat and kick you in the teeth and you won't even see it coming. I will sit safely in the branches of my 2014 tree, hidden from your view, and I will pelt you with iceballs, guerrilla warfare style.
Adios, 2013.
Dontchou be comin' round no mo.
That's my cajun coming out.
And cajun trumps ninja, so watch out.
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Wow. That was quite the year. May 2014 be much, much calmer and nicer to you. You're still in the RAD trenches--but there is hope. Hang in there!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kristi. You hit the nail on the head -- a large portion of my 2013 woes were RAD/PTSD related. Thanks for the encouraging words!
DeleteOh dar! I hope the new year will be kinder to you!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I sure hope so too. You too!
DeleteIt sounds like you had quite a year of 'nasties', I hope this year will be a much better one for you and your family.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry to read about your little dog Sophie, that must have been an awful shock when you got home. I too have a little dog called Sophie, she's an absolute sweetheart and if I were ever to come home and find something had happened to her I'd be devastated.
Yes, it was a terrible shock. We had people checking on our critters daily, so we still don't really know what happened. Still miss her like crazy.
DeleteYup, good riddance to 2013! Here's to wishing for better things for all of us in 2014! (Love that cajun trumps ninja!!)
ReplyDeleteThanks Chris! I'll give you some of my cajun mojo. Happy new year!
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