January, 5, 2005: A modest proposal
I wrote: "Tom Robbins once wrote, "It's never too late to have a happy childhood." And, it's never too late to find your soulmate. I proposed to mine on our Christmas cruise and she accepted. I consider myself a lucky person. We plan to get married this spring."February 2, 2005: Raising the bar!
I announced to the world my new high score on Brickbreaker, the game on my Blackberry: "...last night on the bus ride home, I was in the zone, baby! My new high score is ...get this...7,050!"
February 22, 2005:Fear and loathing no more...
Hunter S. Thompson, 1937-2005.
March 10, 2005: Got beads?
I was on a business trip in New Orleans and added to my bead collection. Little did I know that the Big Easy would be hit my a devastating hurricane and flood just months later.
April 3, 2005: Nice day for a Web wedding
Tess and I got married aboard the Diamond Princess at sea enroute to Mexico. The entire ceremony was Webcast. I wrote, "Okay, so the Webcast of our wedding lasted maybe nine minutes and looked like a surveillance tape from a 7-11. But you have to admit it was a unique idea. So what if my mother thought the candle sticks in the image were Tess. She got to see our wedding. "
The honeymoon in Mexico was a hoot.
April 19, 2005: There's no point in being pointless
A new pope was elected and I try to understand it all.
May 12, 2005: The Rolling Stones are gathering moss 
The Rolling Stones announced yet another final reunion tour.
May 31, 2005: Elvis drove a truck
I should not have. Tess and I rented a monster truck to move her worldly possessions into my house. It was not pretty.
June 7, 2005: Quoth the Raven
I announced to the world my theory that I am Edgar Allan Poe reincarnated. The national news media ignored the revelation.
June 18, 2005: Peanuts
I wrote a Father's Day tribute to my father: Eugene Arthur Healy
June 21, 2005: Finishing a beginning
I finished chopping up two fallen trees into one damn big pile of firewood. This will only be important to a few select people who have been reading my blog for some time.
July 8, 2005: Useless things
I compiled my list of things the world would be better off without.
July 20, 2005: This is not my beautiful house
I sold my house.
July 22, 2005: the Bunny's Lair
I revealed that the ghost of Haceta Head Lighthouse is a bunny.
August 1, 2005: Pan-do-mania
The critics panned this one.
August 16, 2005: Amarikan Gothic
Owning a home is the Amarikan dream.
September 14, 2005: A Tale of Two Cities
I visit Salt Lake City and Reno in the same week. What was I thinking?
September 16, 2005: I've discovered the meaning of life
This had nothing to do with my trip to Salt Lake City.
October 25, 2005: Spambo III
I reengaged in my battle with the spammers.
October 28, 2005: I ain't afraid of no ghost
My attempt at lifting spirits.
November 21, 2005: 1963
A five-year old's memory of the Kennedy assassination.
November 28, 2005: Trains, Planes and Automobiles
The Thanksgiving prediction that pissed off my family.
Dec. 1, 2005: Blue, blue, blue Christmas
Rocking around the Elvis tree.
December 29, 2005: Tim-Elvis speaks
A miracle of technology.
So, there we have 2005 in a nut shell. Or there we have 2005 from a nut. It's all in your point of view.
10 comments:
Great post Tim. You're such a creative talent Elvis. ;o) Love the photos. lmao at the Rolling Stones covered in moss! Thanks for the laugh.
Hugs,
~gina~
Well, thank you Gina. I figured no one ever looks at the archives and it was kind of fun reliving (or rebloggin) 2005.
And thank you, Cherish. I'm beginning to think you and Gina are twins. Happy New Year and I hope 2006 is as funny! :)
wellll i for one am glad you did a year in review.. the thought of reading a year's worth of blogs was a bit overwhelming... (cheeky grin)...
Now i have one question for you .. stemming from what i have learned from your "year in review"....
Being Canadian... and never having been to New Orleans .. but having heard all sorts of things about Mardi Gras and the beaded necklaces...... i was wondering.. considering the number of beads around your neck..... is it true to earn ONE such necklace one must "moon" the crowd??? (cheekier grin)
morningstar
Well, gold star for you! You are the first person to question how I earned my beads in New Orleans. I know it sounds lame, but Tim-Elvis didn't have to Blue Moon anyone for his beads.
It is true that "flash for cash" earns you more beads, but I found that, depending upon how much liquor is flowing on the balconies on Bourbon Street, people will throw the beads at anyone for any reason...moi for example. I also discovered that if you stand next to someone who is flashing, you are also pelted with beads.
And something tells me that if I had chosen to display a full moon over New Orleans, I would have been pelted with more than beads. :)
Trust me Cherish. New Orleans has suffered enough without being exposed to a full moon by Tim-Elvis.
Lights! My friend, you're back. I was worried about you. I thought the bunnies had got you. But don't worry. You can bet 2006 has some cavorting killer bunnies hopping down a bloody bunny trail somewhere.
You just HAD to drag all of that stuff out and show it off, didn't you? Well, thanks, because, yes, it didn't occure to me to go digging around in your archives myself. If I had, I would have discovered the only known photo-documentation of the only test flight of the XBY-998c "Heeby-Jeeby" personal rocket car. So, THAT explains why we all don't have our own personal rocket cars.....YOU screwed the test flight, you SOB! Well, at least you survived, which is a good thing. hehe
peeks in seeing cherish's comment then pounces on her and huggggles her tight, smoooches and gropes her too. (cause i can and i like it, hehee);o) Your so sweet. ty sis.
No worries, the Michael, Very few people read the stuff the first time, so odds are very few will read it now. But I no a guy who knows a guy who can get you a great deal on a rocket car. I hear he'll throw in a few cases of cocoa, too.
And Gina, we'll have none of that Tele-subbies stuff going on in Dizgraceland. :)
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