I’ve been in a bit of a post-Christmas funk lately. This happens to me pretty much every year, so it’s not unexpected. Christmas was my mom’s favorite holiday which makes me miss her even more at this time of year. There’s the typical holiday let-down after spending so much time and energy planning for something that’s over in just a day. Also, the weather is crap, which never helps.
Anyway, I thought rather than fighting my gloominess and attempting to write a hopeful, looking-forward, end-of-the-year post, I’d just go with it and make a list of all the things that really sucked about 2013. So, let’s say goodbye to all the bullshit of the last year.
The 15 Suckiest Things About 2013
The Boston Marathon Bombing.
Due to Congress’s pissing match over the U.S. budget, government employees and contractors spent two weeks in October doing yard work and growing beards when they could have been, you know, working for the government.
Kim Jong Un appeared to be filling his father’s notorious shoes quite nicely. 2013 was a particularly rough year, however, for his uncle and ex-girlfriend.
The weather continued its epic rager with tornadoes in Oklahoma and the midwest, flooding in Colorado, northern India and central Europe, a massive typhoon in the Philippines and wildfires in California and Arizona.
Rush Limbaugh continued to exist. Lou Reed did not.
#Hashtags became ubiquitous. #Annoyingashell #Deargodpleasemakethemstop
Florida’s “Stand Your Ground Law” forced a jury of otherwise reasonable adults to acquit admitted murderer, George Zimmerman. Zimmerman apparently failed to learn his lesson and continued threatening loved ones at gunpoint.
The Syrian government used chemical weapons against its own citizens. Syria’s standoff with the United States and the UN scared the crap out of everyone.
Justin Bieber made his bodyguards carry him up the Great Wall of China and speculated that Anne Frank may have been a “Belieber” if she weren’t so busy hiding from the Nazis.
The NSA made Orwell’s 1984 seem quaint.
Miley Cyrus gained even more notoriety with her infamous AMA “performance” with Robin Thicke and that foam finger.
Mustaches became a “thing.” Kids held mustache-themed birthday parties. Huh?
Mass shootings continued. Gun control fizzled.
Lance Armstrong whined to Oprah like a little girl. No offense to little girls.
George W. Bush finally found his true calling as a celebrated painter of dog portraits. (Or maybe that’s one of the most awesome things of the year. It’s a tough call.)
Please join me in bidding good riddance to 2013. Here’s wishing your 2014 is crammed full of love, health, happiness, success, unicorns, rainbows, bushels full of money and adorable newborn babies in flower pots!
Like many families in the U.S., at Thanksgiving dinner, we have a tradition of going around the table and saying what we’re thankful for. Generally, my response is similar every year. As always, I’m thankful for my family, health, good food and great friends. While I am sincerely grateful for those things, there are numerous other things that tend to go unmentioned and I think it’s high time I give them their just due.
This Thanksgiving, I’m really, really thankful that:
I’m past the stage of being woken at 3:00 am by a screaming infant who has pooped through her diaper, onesie, pajamas, sheets and into her hair.
I have not yet had to have a major body part replaced.
With email and texting, I rarely ever have to speak with another human being on the telephone.
The bats living in our eaves have apparently relocated, saving us $1,000 or so in animal-control costs.
We’ve gotten through another year without having our yard turned into an infinity pool by the neighboring creek.
We’ve squeezed another year out of our crappy cars.
My children are well-behaved and polite at school and in public and generally only act like complete shitheads at home.
It was slightly less hot than Hades in Atlanta this summer.
Ad Man has been traveling less in the last few months, though I will be considerably less thankful when he heads to the Virgin Islands for a “meeting” in a couple days.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year…leg shaving-optional season.
I have wonderful friends who hate all the same things I do.
Miley Cyrus is not my daughter.
I am also thankful for:
My beloved IUD that has kept me period-free and embarrassing-late-in-life-pregnancy-free for another year.
Being old enough that I no longer care what anyone thinks if I get a new tattoo or let loose a string of expletives.
Binge-watching Orange is the New Black.
My cleaning people Digna and Erica who keep us from living in our own filth.
Grocery clerks who still card me when I’m buying alcohol and do it with a straight face.
Clothing designers who are guilty of “vanity sizing.”
The scientists who did the research determining that dark chocolate is good for you.
The teachers who educate Biggie and Smalls because neither the girls, nor I, would survive home-schooling.
My Orkin man because, no matter how many times people in the South refer to them as “palmetto bugs,” they’re still giant, flying cockroaches.
I hope the list of things you’re thankful for is as long as mine is this year. Happy Thanksgiving!