We're Gonna Party Like It's 1999

We are approaching not just the end of a year, but the end of a decade. Yes, purists, I do know that the decade actually changes in 2011, but I celebrated the change of millennium at the turn of 1999 to 2000 (Y2K-Yikes!), & I am seeing the end of the aughts as December 31st of this year. The aughts was the toughest of decades to me. No small matters: the Husband & I had a collective mid-life nervous breakdown; we quit our jobs & left our celebrated home in Seattle, & moved to Portland Oregon! We bought a house in a different city & packed up 22 years worth of stuff in 2 U-hauls & with no plan of action on how to live, & we started life over (the sort of thing you do in your 20s, not your 50s). During what is to me, the most dangerous decade in my brief lifetime, we had 2 beloved canines go to doggie heaven, we got married in Vancouver BC on our 25th anniversary... but then we came precariously close to divorcing a few years later, & then… the husband almost died!, Our country had an election hijacked by the Supreme Court, we had 8 years of GWB/Cheney/Rove/Rumsfeld leading this great country, religious extremists killed 1000s of people in NYC, we were led into an unnecessary war on false assumptions, another war was bungled, & then we wrapped things up with the worst economic disaster in my lifetime. Yes, there were many of good things. I will do a post where I will count all my blessings in the past 10 years. But, what really gives me pause, with 8 days left in the decade:

HOW WAS IT EVER POSSIBLE THAT GARY BUSEY OUTLIVED PATRICK SWAYZE? WTF?