New Years

Almost finished with the Shipping News. It is sad in the way that makes me happy. Next I am reading a book about the great flu epidemic, then Middlesex.

New Years was quiet. My boyfriend and I ran ourselves to death in December with 2 trips to Miami back-to-back, nightmare shopping trips Christmas Eve (in malls that were larger than my high school) and we were already physically and emotionally from his big deal at work and my evil final projects. So we are really looking foward to taking it easy for awhile. Though we had planned a night on the town in cosmopolitan Tallahassee, it turned out to be an evening of Yuengling and Xbox instead. Hallelujah.

I love New Year's. It is at the same time both sad and hopeful, and I always think that some kind of slate has been wiped clean. Like some kind of cosmic confession, not that the old year didn't happen, but like it is all okay. That whatever happened is done with and now it is time to keep on truckin'. Like I said, no resolutions, just pats on the back for knowing what I want in this life. I have been very blessed in the last several years and though I do acknowledge that everyday, I rarely share it with others.

A few months ago I thought that I would need Gall Bladder surgery, but I didn't and I am doing well. I almost forgot what it was like to NOT have pain, but thanks to some dietary changes and some shifts in my dealing with stress, I am feeling fantastic and haven't felt crappy in weeks. My dog has recovered from her near death experience and her new medicine is working great. I know it is ridiculous, but I honestly watch her sleeping sometimes and think I could never even love a child that much. I guess we have built in instincts to take care of that, but I really do adore that pup.

I have the most supportive boyfriend, best friend, partner in the world. He is equal parts Ward Cleaver , Andy Garcia and Adam Sandler. A sexy latin lovah with an uncompromising moral compass and the sense of humor of a 12 year old boy. Perfect. He would die if he knew I just wrote that. (that would be the Ward Cleaver part of him) I know exactly how lucky I am.

So heres to giving my life all the praise it deserves.