Well here we are, as in olden days. Happy New Year everyone.
Everyone has gone to bed in my little world and I thought I'd take a moment to reflect on this last year... cause kids, it was a doozie!
I will always remember 2007 as the year of the crapper for two pretty big reasons, one bad, one good.
As most of you probably know, this was a year of major health issue's for me. At the beginning of the year I began to spend more time in the bathroom than I did working or playing. The fact that I was continently getting pains, cramps, and other things that I will not gross you all out by mentioning, became a concern. Actually, it was more of a concern for my husband than for me. So, after visiting the doctor a couple of times, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer. They found several masses and removed them all.
Of course, I had to go through the living hell that a lot of others have had to face, when battling any kind of major disease. I had ups and downs both physically and mentally, but my husband, kids, family and friends were always there, and always helped to keep some kind of light shining in front of me. They were like a beautifully crafted lighthouse that was always standing tall, guiding me through some very large and rough waters.
Anyway, after several months, several novels as well as comics, and trades, I was given the all clear sign and finally emerged from the crapper a much healthier person. For this, I am truly grateful. Appreciate your health, folks. Appreciate the small ailments for what they are, cause you never know when the big storms are coming to really rock your boat.
Just as I was coming out of the crapper, I found myself in a virtual world of a different sort of water closet. The Outhouse. A wonderful and marvelous place where everyone seems to know your name and their always glad you came. Okay, that's not original, but the sentiment is there and let NBC sue me.
Now here I go, breaking the cardinal rule. This next statement could well be one of my lasts, if the powers that be decide I have overstepped the line. I will walk away, head down, but with heart full, so here it goes: This place rocks several hundred different ways that the Rama never could!
Don't get me wrong, I like the rama. I've met some very wonderful people there, although most of them seem to be here as well, and have had some great times there. But this place? This place really does
have the feeling of being a regular at Cheers. It's the place I check into the most. It's the place that I really do feel the most at home, and the most comfortable being who I am. All of you, and I do mean ALL of you, make this a wonderful place to hang out. I've read several comments and snide remarks from "the other place" that this the Outhouse is cliquey and does not receive new people well. I don't buy the latter and as for the former, well, maybe that's how it could be perceived, but what I see is a group of people who show each other a lot of respect and care, even when they are making fun of each other and teasing each other. That's special, and I appreciate being accepted into that.
So you see, for me, 2007 will always be the year of the crapper. Cause I stepped out of a real horrible and dark one, and right into a wonderfully bright and uplifting one. I thank each and everyone of you for that. Yes, even Hawke and Toolverine.
Bless you all and Happy New Year.
"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 "Good-bye.."
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