SUCK IT 2015

Kiss my ass 2015.

How I felt almost 365 full days.

You know those years that seem to fly by, where you find yourself in disbelief that it’s time to ring in a new one? Well, 2015 wasn’t one of those for me. It felt that every 24 hours might as well be a 24 year period. Of course there were good days – and even weeks. But bad juju was most definitely in my corner at almost every turn.

Everything I touched turned to shit.

It wasn’t any one thing but a slow build up of moments and major life losses that can’t be undone. My immediate family has been turned upside down, as I’ve stood by as a mere spectator with no ability to change the outcome.  I lost a few friends early this year for unexplained reasons (a lawsuit was even threatened…and I’m not even on any Real Housewife of Bravo program!) my Gma passed away from a quick illness in June, I suddenly lost my two year old pussy New Cat in July and the fur ball love of my life Ted fell seriously ill unexpectedly in August (and thankfully is on the mend after what a year of in state college tuition would cost – but he’s SO worth it, ya dig?).

Farewell to Gma the Great.

Farewell to my fave photogenic tuxedo cat, Newy.

You know, the little shit who would never ever even let me take a piss alone.

Lavatory Lovin’

His Royal Highness, the ever dramatic Tedstar, who spent two weeks in a pet hospital ICU (mostly because he refused to eat and take a shit, therefore stalling his release back to the mini manse).

Pissed the vet didn’t have a pink wrap.

In 2015 I also found myself being taken advantage of in personal ways – you know when you’re the emotional stability or constant support for someone and then they become ghosts when the favor is needed in return?

Ghost this.

In my professional life, it’s been stunning to find out where I really stood with close friends and colleagues over the last six months. Two weeks ago I found myself divorcing the company I thought I would be with for the remainder of my working years.

Not a situation that bloody Marys and Tylenol can’t fix.

Over the past three months, I’ve been called names…loving and thoughtful names such as “catty, scowly faced, bitchy” and my personal favorite, “a fucking whore,” all by folks I thought cared/liked/loved me.  (Truth –  I can be bitchy when a situation arises where that trait is needed.)

But you know…haters can suck it.

Or I’ll cut a bitch.

I’ve arrived at a point (and thankfully it’s the last day of the year) where nothing could really surprise me and I am just over it. Therefore, I have been wearing my feelings on my phone sleeve.

Seems appropriate, yes?

But with a new year just hours away, I’m excited for the feeling of a fresh beginning in many areas of my life. And, while this year will go down in the books as one I never want to repeat, it’s shown me the resilience that life requires, the humor one must keep to be able to laugh at the most ridiculous of situations and thankfulness for those who truly love me for being me. Classiness and all.

Love me, love my trashiness.

So to the family, friends, fellow bloggers, readers, acquaintances and co-workers who’ve been around this year – I thank you from the bottom of my heart. 2016, I’m ready for you full-bore.

Ready to raise some serious hell.

Who’s with me?

CHEERS to the new year!