My husband and I adopted "Rosie" from the Goodhue County Humane Society when she was almost 5 years old. I just so happened to be present when she was brought into the shelter. She came in on a beautiful October afternoon.
A recipe for disaster: • Months of internal masking of depression (must be sifted for best effect) • A ton of responsibility (no such thing as too much responsibility) • A half ton or rejection or failure • Load in a bunch of changes (season to taste, some like changes) • Add a daily dose of poor diet • A snippet of negative attitude (careful because a little bit goes a long way) • Simmer for two weeks • Sprinkle with "caring what others think of you" In time you will have an enormous disaster on your hands. Enjoy!
Fifty years old! Wait! What? When did this happen? I guess I blinked. I was have so much fun in my 40s learning and exploring new things. I felt so much smarter while in my 40s, like I had an opinion and because of my "middle-age" status people would listen.
Announcing one's personal achievements on social media is acceptable. Announcing personal goals and memories on social media is acceptable. Even boasting and poking is acceptable. Is announcing your sexuality on social media acceptable? Recently, I came across an updated Facebook photo of my niece with the caption "Love is love." Even though I agree with that statement, the photo is what caught my attention. Her hair slicked back, wearing a collared shirt and tie, the caption was outlined in rainbow colors.
Would you believe me if I told you downsizing your life and living quarters could be a huge relief? Most likely not too many would agree with me. A year ago my husband and I downsized our living quarters from 3,000 square feet to 800 square feet. I was wondering how this was going to hit my anxiety scale. I was also thinking how in the world are we going to get rid of so much stuff? We discovered there are a few ways to about downsizing.
When I recently pulled into Kwik Trip to fill my tank, I noticed the middle octane (88) was cheaper by 5 cents than the 87 octane I usually use. What the? I literally paused and didn't know what to do. I'm your average "I can do it" kind of gal, but I knew putting the wrong fuel into my vehicle would be bad.
Do you know a "crazy" person? Ha, I bet most of you are smiling and thinking to yourselves, well yes, yes I do. Some of you may be thinking, what do you mean by "crazy?"
Do you live by a rule, one to which you abide? For example, the Golden Rule: Do unto others as you'd like done to you. How about lead by example? This is a good one, especially if you're a parent, but sometimes you slip. Maybe your motto is "Be true to thine self." Whatever it is, practice it daily.
As the days pass faster and faster to the end of the year, so does our vehicle from one place to the next. Have you ever been in your vehicle driving along, come to and thought to yourself "Where am I?" or "How did I get here?" Coming to from daydreaming while you're driving, it happens to you, doesn't it? Yes, me too.
I can't seem to stop thinking about this kneeling in the NFL during the national anthem. I love watching football, in particular the NFL. I love how exciting the game is and look forward to Sunday afternoons and Monday nights. It makes me a bit sick to my stomach that these over-paid athletes who work and get paid by an American company think their opinion matters to us, the fans. This type of disrespect has me turned off, but not totally tuned out. I just want to be entertained; just play football.