Then why the hell would you even mention them? Lest they be something of legend or lore, fuck 'em! Yeah, I know, I'm starting this latest testament to my ego with an edge. But, as the late, great Macho Man Randy Savage said, "If you're not living life on the edge, you're taking up too much space!"
****Time for a soapbox moment.
As a longtime fan of professional wrestling (yes, I know it's scripted so shut the fuck up), I find it appalling that he isn't a member of the coveted (?) WWE Hall of Fame. I know why that is, mind you. Randy, who would have rather kicked Vince McMahon's face in as to look at him, declined to be a member of the HOF unless he was inducted along with his father, Angelo Poffo, and his brother, Lanny Poffo. And, granted the latter two never achieved the notoriety of Randy, they very well could be considered one of the "First Families of the Modern Era" where wrestling is concerned. (For more info, just wiki the Macho Man.) Anyway, Vince needs to do the right thing and get the Macho Man where he belongs! Nuff said.
Okay, now back to our regularly scheduled programming. As I look back at 2013, I can honestly say I've experienced nearly the entire spectrum of feelings throughout this year. I not only lost a dear family member, I nearly lost my own life. And, thanks to great family and friends, I'm back on the mend, and in the best place I've been in in a very long time. I'm doing all I can to get myself to a physical state that doesn't jeopardize my well being (props to Dr. Torres and his crew at the U of I Hospital) and I've met the most incredible creature in the universe. And, get this, she digs me!!! I know, right??? WTF is her problem??? I'm not sure, by she may be in need of some psychiatric help. Just saying.
Just trust me when I say this, "I absolutely love this woman with all my being!" She not only has restored may faith in love, but she's restored my faith in myself. And, she's even got me going to church! (SSSHHHHH, don't tell anyone.) More on that at a later time.
Back to the past year. I think it's odd that people continue in the passe notion of resolutions. Basically, they're saying, "I resolve to do whatever I said I would do last year or years past because after a night of drunkedness, you can't expect me to remember what the hell it was I resolved to do, do you???" Yeah, I may be cynical about resolutions, but I look at it like this. If a person can't resolve to be a better person on a daily basis rather than one day a year, then why try to make yourself look better by publicly stating that you're going to be better in the oncoming year? Cracka, please???
So, just so all of you that read this (okay, the 2 of you that read this) know, I'm not going to make any resolutions, just as I haven't done the previous 47 years of my life. I will, however, do what I can to make Melissa and the kids's lives better. And, to my family and friends, I'm going to be a little cliche here. I recently came across a story, and I don't care about the story as much as I do the poem involved. It reminds me of my Aunt Frannie, may she rest in peace, in that it sounds like something she would say. So, with that, in this upcoming year, I'd like to wish all of you "enough."
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."
Peace, Love and Karma to you all!
