“And you may ask yourself,
Well…how did I get here?”

Hey y’all.

Did you have a very merry Christmas? I hope so. Mine was excellent thanks. New Year’s was nice and quiet but that’s not a bad thing after the paper shredding and food snaffling frenzy that was Christmas week…. and that was just the adults (Ed: Ba-boom tsssh).

I’ve started and restarted this post a few times. I had considered doing the traditional review of the year, but I won’t. Mainly because it would involve trawling through the news or sitting trying to remember what TG stuff has happened and other folk have done it better (just check the blog roll 😛 ). Instead, just close your eyes and think of something that made your year special to you. Never mind what the rest of the world did. If you feel like sharing, all tales gratefully received.

Me? Well, it wasn’t the LBD or cute shoes I got in the spring sale, instead what did it for me was passing a long term qualification…. but that’s just floss. What really mattered and what made my year was my son’s continual zeal for life, my baby daughter raising her arms up shouting ‘dadda’ when I came home one day, Mrs Jones’ courage to switch jobs and lastly, this blog’s birthday.

That’s me done, just a chance for me to say I hope 2009 is kind to you all. Welcome to the future. 🙂

Take care,

[ Today’s lyric: Once in a Lifetime by Talking Heads ]


  1. Shallowly enough, one of my dominant memories of the year just past was that of the Beijing Olympics. Despite not being a terribly sporty individual myself, I’ve always had a thing for the Olympic Games*, and for the two weeks it was on this time around, I became a virtual couch potato, justifying my disgraceful slothfulness with the argument “Hey, it only happens every four years!” Among my favourite memories of the Games were those of Usain Bolt’s stunning victories in various track races; the German weightlifter Matthias Steiner’s victory in the +105 kg division, and his dedication of his gold medal to his recently-deceased wife (something I’m not ashamed to admit brought me to tears); and the men’s marathon. I’ve always sought to watch the last thing (ironically, the only one I’ve missed in the last twenty years has been the Sydney one), and this time was no exception. Unfortunately, while it was indeed an enjoyable spectacle, viewing it proved a bittersweet experience for me, for I used to have dreams of becoming a champion marathon runner myself, only to abandon those dreams about ten years ago after suffering one running-induced knee injury too many. For some reason, giving up that dream never bothered me much for most of the past decade (mainly, I think, because I allowed another childhood dream – that of becoming a writer – to supplant it), but after watching this particular marathon, it did. I don’t know, I think the realization of what I’d done finally hit me, and hit me HARD. Much as I realized the unhealthiness of doing so, I couldn’t help dwelling on what might have been; even now, I’m haunted by the thought I could have become my country’s (hell, ANY country’s) first transvestite marathon runner. I can just picture myself, striding manfully** along with the lead pack; holding my own against the Kenyans and Ethiopians (as well as all the other African athletes who do ridiculously well in the track and field events); my custom-made green-and-gold skirt showing my lithe, baby-smooth legs off to great effect; the assembled throngs of spectators on the roadside encouraging me on with much clapping (something I’ve always found rather endearing), or, in the case of the Chinese, waving little flags (something that struck me as even cuter). Sigh. I really should stop torturing myself like this…

    *Not only do I love the colour and spectacle of it all, it also excites the geography nerd in me. Plus there were all those stunning costumes worn by the performers at the opening and closing ceremonies to ogle at, not to mention the beautiful dresses worn by the women who presented the medals.

    **Hmm, that word doesn’t really seem right, does it?

  2. Pandora: You too babes! 🙂

    Zosimus: Ahh, the Olympics. I’m not keen on sport (as a rule) but they were rather good this year.

    Ahh, the first out tranny marathon runner. That would be cool. Why can’t a sportsman be both? Macho running machine and girlie-mode at other times? Man, that would mess with people’s heads.

    Good luck with the writing BTW!

    Jenny: Thanks. I hope 2009 is good to us all. Fingers crossed eh? 🙂

  3. Lucy: Sometimes there’s just so much going on, you can’t pull a memory out 🙂 Thanks for the well wishes. I hope 2009 goes well for you too.

    Carolyn Ann: Thanks CA! You too!!

  4. Highlights of my year…beyond unexpected retirement…

    Not only of my year, but of my life?

    I’d have to say this ever increasing circle of wonderful people I’ve met in this magic world of blogdom!

    Like you!


  5. Ahh, the first out tranny marathon runner. That would be cool. Why can’t a sportsman be both? Macho running machine and girlie-mode at other times? Man, that would mess with people’s heads.

    Messing with people’s heads is fun (hee hee), particularly in the way you mentioned above (androgyny, genderfuck, call it what you like). I do it a bit already in various areas of my life, and, yeah, it gives me a buzz. (In addition, I’ve heard it said that nothing makes a person more intriguing than contradiction.)

    Good luck with the writing BTW!

    Thanks. Good luck with whatever endeavours you have planned for the new year as well.

  6. Alan: Bless you, dear. Retirement? Now there’s something to kick back and enjoy….. if you get the time that is 🙂

    Zosimus: LOL. “Leading the sprint is a… uhh.. young gentlemen. My, he has a fine pair of legs on him.” 🙂

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