A First

There's always a first time for everything, they say.

I can't remember the last time i cried. I actually cannot remember this at all. And no, its not like I've blocked out some traumatic memory. For me, who could 'turn on the tap at the slightest instant', this is a first! :)

Another relevant and recent event is knowing which friends genuinely care about me. Some of them are long standing friends, some more recent, and some that helped were ones I didn't expect it from at all. Some plain speaking was needed and the very direct tone and words were what I needed to hear. Yes, better sense is prevailing. I don't know if they are now past caring, but I'm thankful. Immensely so. What immediate family and my own self-deprecating humor couldn't do (kick my butt), good friends did. After all, what are friends for? :-)

I meant I'm thankful they spoke up (and how). Not thankful if they are now past caring! Hope that is not the case. I know that if I do what I need to do it would make them relieved and happy, so that's the road I'm taking this year. Not for them or anyone else, but for myself. I was getting there, but I tend to fall off the wagon every now and then. So I'm blessed to have such blunt friends.

Thank you guys (P, L, and N in particular - U, A, and U as well) :-)

Just Call Me...

Calamity Jane.

Have turned into an accident prone person. In earlier years accidents only meant falling for the wrong kinda guys, but now its the real thing. Lucky me. People seem to be telling me in their head to 'break a leg'. I promptly go and do it. Every one and a half years I'm breaking a limb. Whom do I pass the buck to or lay the blame on? The workplace seems an easy target.

Can easily go on a never ending rant abt the furniture, the A/C control, the facilities and amenities, the people, the pay, the allowances etc. and/or the lack of all the above, but let me spare you. I go over it everyday in my mind and have been telling myself I need a break. Guess what. My wish came true. I broke a wrist. So much for being a workaholic and not even medical insurance to show for it. Ek ke baad ek my body parts are falling apart.

Now I can't play my fave games on the 'puter, using the TV remote (my other fave activity) hurts, even squeezing toothpaste outta the tube is an ordeal.

Like the fave sticker in my room eons ago that said -- 'Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most'.

The buck stops here. It is my messed up mind that has allowed my current state of affairs to occur.

When will I wake up and smell the coffee?

For now, I can barely hold the cup.

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ME!!!

Oh, and to you, too! :P