Hell of a Guy
I find that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to have. - Thomas Jefferson

Friday, December 31, 2010

2010 - It’s Been a Very Good Year…

12/31/2010

What can I say about this past year that I have not already spoken of throughout it?  Well, let me count the ways?

For one, my decision to retire as of February 1, 2011 was reconsidered, and I decided I am not ready to hang it up; after all, I am just a sixty-six year old kid and having way too much fun.  In March of 2010 I drew my first Social Security check.  Inasmuch as I am old enough to fart dust and “older than white dog shit” (conveniently stolen from an old friend), I can take the SS checks and still draw my full salary as I continue to seemingly work hard not to work hard.  It seems a little unfair even to me this is allowable, but it is nonetheless legal for me to do it, so I am.  God bless all of you for contributing to my well being.

This year The Nancy and I celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary with a trip to Marco Island, Florida.  We have decided we are as happy as we can be without being filthy rich, though The Nancy says we live in abundance, and I believe we do, as well.  Perhaps it is the attitude we have about life (I think it is), but we always have what we need at the time we need it.  We live in the world of The Best Day Ever.

Several people who are inexorably connected to us made quantum leaps in 2010, my daughter Michelle most notably.  She began life anew in 2010.  Daughter Jackie also moved forward as she made some huge life decisions this past year.  Meredith and family are doing well, though I think the economy has had affect on her husband’s business circumstances this year.  The Nancy’s folks are doing very well, as are her brothers and sister and their families.  I have been all over one of her brothers to get his post-50 colonoscopy, but he remains a big weenie and I will be all over him until he has it done.  I enjoy nagging people.

All in all, it has been a fantastic year, well, that is, other than the ten pounds I have gained.  As noted earlier, I live in abundance.  I have never been happier than I am this day.  Each day presents new opportunities, new surprises and happiness beyond my wildest dreams.  I make good money: I have a great job and bosses who have told me to continue to work as long as I want.  My wife adores me as I do her, so she says.  My friends are many, and they are all special in their own right.  What more could I ask of this life?  It is all good.

This has been a year of “The Best Day Ever” one after the other, and just to think, I get to start another one tomorrow as I welcome in 2011.

And that is all I have to say about that…

 
Monday, December 27, 2010

2010 Christmas Recap…

12/27/2010

I suppose I can make this official now, Christmas 2010 is over, and it was “The Best Christmas Ever!”

Oops!  Allow me to make one slight clarification to the statement above: the first half of Christmas 2010 is over; the second half begins this coming Saturday when we visit the other half of our immediate family.  This weekend we will head to Richmond, VA for phase two of the Holidays and some fun with a belated Christmas and two birthdays beginning on New Year’s Day.

Christmas Day 2010 began for us with a call from one of the grandsons at about 7am pleading for his grandmother and me to get our butts out of bed and over to his house so he and his brothers and sister could open presents.  The kids’ mom wouldn’t allow them to open anything until we arrived, and we very much appreciated their restraint – though they weren’t too happy about it.  It all worked out in the end.

As we watched them rip through box after box for about fifteen minutes after our arrival at their house, it was all over but the shouting.  The kids were mostly joyful about their gifts, the younger two only disappointed when a box contained a gift of clothing.  The Nancy and I get around all the complaining by just dropping a couple of bucks on them.  Cash is a gift that keeps on giving, in my humble opinion.  It is also a gift we senior citizens dump on kids so we don’t have to go to the mall and buy them something they don’t want, need or will use.  After a breakfast of French toast and peanut butter fudge, we sat around enjoying the kids screaming at one another about whose turn it was to play a computer game.  A few punches were thrown, some drama-laced tears ensued, followed by few expletives that leaked out of one little foul mouth (a middle schooler) just before by the sound of a mother’s smack on the butt.  One kid stormed off to his room as the other was condemned to a chair, and just that quickly all was back to an orderly Christmas morning.

The great-grandparents arrived about noontime and a Holiday repast was enjoyed in the early afternoon, that followed by numerous complaints by yours truly of the amount of culinary delights stuffed within.  I was miserable for the rest of the day, at the very least it was a couple of hours.  Later that evening four of us took in the newly released “True Grit” remake.  It was a nice way to end an exciting day, though I made myself miserable again with a bucket of popcorn. 

All in all, in was a wonderful day, but it had to end, and it did on a good note.  There is just nothing like being with family on a holiday for me.  To me, it is what it is all about.  And this weekend we get to do it all over again with a new set of relatives.

And that is all I have to say about that…

 
Saturday, December 25, 2010

Christmas Day 2010

12/25/2010

This will be short, sweet and very much to the point.  My wish for all is to be happy in the spirit of what this day is all about.  This is a day of giving, so give with all your heart.

Here’s hoping this is The Best Day Ever for you and all those around you.

Merry Chirstmas and Happy New Year!

And that is all I have to say about that…

 
Friday, December 24, 2010

It’s Christmas Eve 2010

12/24/2010

This has to be one of my most favorite days of the year.  The Eves of Christmases past bring up a host of memories, all of them good.  I drift back and forth between childhood memories and those of my adulthood.  One realization of mine needs to be noted here for the world to see; I am still a kid when it comes to Christmas.

I suppose my only disappointment, one I am totally responsible for, is the placement of an artificial tree in my house.  I don’t like it, but it is a means to an end.  Since The Nancy and I travel during the Holidays – a couple days here and a couple days there, a live tree tended to dry out to the point where breathing on it would bring down an avalanche of greenish-brown needles.  By the time we would take the formerly “live tree” down, the needles on the floor would clog up the vacuum cleaner (or “sweeper,” as The Nancy’s mom refers to it).  We finally had to decide between a fake tree or no tree.  Fake won out.  Nonetheless, from a distance, in the dark, it looks real; it just doesn’t have that pleasant, seasonal conifer smell we all love in the house at Christmastime.

The other day, as I was watching my favorite morning TV news show, the anchors were talking about Christmases past, and items they had asked for but did not get.  Brian Kilmead talked of an alien figure he wanted, a Colossus Rex.  I don’t recall it, but it was important to him, and forty years later he is still remembering a $10.00 toy.

Yesterday I told The Nancy about Kilmead and this toy.  I asked her if there was something she wanted as a kid and didn’t get, all the while thinking Kilmead is hung up about something he didn’t get forty years ago, she answered me without hesitation so quickly I was taken by surprise.  “A bike, I asked for a bike every Christmas and never got one.”  It wasn’t that her parents couldn’t afford one for her; they told her she would hurt herself, and that was it, and she never got the bike. 

Think back now, what about your own Christmases past?  Is there something you wanted but didn’t get?  As for me, I can’t think of a thing.  Christmas was always special; even the one I spent at Lackland Air Force in 1963 in a barrack with about eighty other guys. 

I wonder if it’s too late to purchase a bicycle for The Nancy.  In light of the fact she may hurt herself, perhaps, due to her ever advancing age, an adult-sized tricycle might be best.

And that is all I have to say about that…

 
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