I will go to great lengths to make a day that feels “less than” feel “more than”. Today, I’m rolling around in the following quotes:
“If you think you are too small to make a difference, you’ve never been in a tent with a mosquito.” Regina Brett
“What motivates you more: a correction or a compliment?” Jenny Dintzler
“Things that matter most must never be at the mercy of things which matter least.” Goethe
“A belief has no power other than what you give it.”
“Happiness happens when you least inspect it.”
“Stay open all hours for miracles.”
“We are born at peace.”
“Happiness doesn’t always make you happy.” Gretchen Rubin
“It is better to sleep on what you intend doing than to stay awake over what you’ve done.”
“I’ll sing for my supper but I won’t audition.” Kaminsky & Penney
“Change happens slowly, then all at once.”
“What looks like an anchor may be wings.”
“Instead of treating people the way you want to be treated, treat people the way they want to be treated.” Regina Brett
“None of us have a crystal ball. We may feel like things are hard and we are stuck with a lemon today. But tomorrow could bring many beautiful things if our hearts are open and willing.” Divorced Girl/Vibrant Nation
“If you see a red flag, don’t try to make it magenta. What you see is the way it is. Believe it and act accordingly.” Magnolia Miller
“The best test of a person’s character is how he/she treats those with less power … the way you act when you can’t be held accountable, how you treat those who can do nothing for you.”
*Never get to blog anymore so when that one fine moment presents itself, I’m in. Which may explain why my posts are lengthy – want to get all these thoughts down because I don’t know when I’ll get back again. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I miss my friends in blogville. But the bills must be paid.
Laughing feels so good.
It’s ok to cry.
Author Regina Brett says, “Everyone is important to someone.” I think she’s right.
Sometimes I struggle with my age – even though it is only a number; I’m perpetually 27 but lately my bod had been issuing ugly reminders that I’m not … knees screaming about all the running and aerobics, back screeching about ridiculous yoga positions, arms bitching about carrying heavy stuff. My daughters gave me a Wii for Christmas. They said I couldn’t possibly do the Michael Jackson dance videos. Game on, I did them and got the high scores. No matter that I pulled a calf muscle. The look on their faces when they found out was worth the limp.
It’s fun having hair. Mine is now long enough to put up in a crazy mess on top of my head. I LOVE that. Sort of weird – why grow hair out to put up. Because I can.
Have mentally tossed a lot of people out of my lifeboat this year. Maybe a touch passive-aggressive, but the swimmers have no clue they’ve lost their spots, which is why they are gone in the first place. Duh.
I love surprises! Today, two different adorables left me valentines and treats! Am I lucky or what?
I can live with the fact that my daughters, on some level, will never forgive me for divorcing their dad. It is what it is. And that’s ok. At the risk of beating a very popular dead horse, I have to put on my oxygen mask first in order to help anyone else.
Faith. Faith can be a real bugaboo for me. There are some things I know, and no noise can knock me off course. Other questions seemingly have no answers and comfort doesn’t exist. So I have to find that quiet place and hang there for a while.
Work is good for me. Am so grateful to be working in crazy wonderful environments.
Just finished cooking Valentine’s feast for my choice of best Valentine’s date in a long time … my eldest daughter! It will be great … as long as we don’t discuss politics, religion, money, furniture, or the future. Awesome.
This is lame and random. I am tired. Will return with ridiculous stories of real life adventures, sooner than later.
Good Morning, All! For some reason, my interior clock has been going off at 5 am, no matter how late I’ve gone to bed. It’s my theory that our “interiors” change every seven years – guess this is one of those. But I digress…..
Don’t Let’s Go to the Dogs Tonight by Alexandra Fuller (read this one first)
Cocktail Hour Under the Tree of Forgetfulness by Alexandra Fuller
Stupid and Contagious by Caprice Crane
Be The Miracle by Regina Brett
Duty Freeby Moni Mohsin – hilarious
I wish I could play the piano like Gavin DeGraw does in his song, “Not Over You”. Beautiful. Even for people like me who are not even in that place (missing an ex), it still is mighty fine. Would also like to play the guitar like Jimi Hendrix beginning with “All Along the Watchtower”.
Not Watching – one of my jobs allows me to work from home which allows me to watch tv and/or dance while I work. Am giving up tv because of these shows:
Extreme Cheapskates – watched this once time for 15 minutes; REPULSIVE and two of my former relationship men DID some of this stuff – told you I was a bad picker. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww.
Dance Moms – some of the stage moms on this show make any and all Housewives of Who Cares look like church ladies. Instructor Abby Lee Miller scares me more than Ron Paul + Nick Sabin + Rick Perry but she does get results out of her child dancers. One mother, the embodiment of self-control and a perfect role model, aimed her mouth at Abby Lee screamed “Whore” several times, in front of the children. I mean, her daughter didn’t get the part Momma thought she should. NOTHING. RIGHT. ABOUT. THIS.
Downton Abbey on PBS – Amazing period piece with costumes I am drooling over. Plus, these people behave properly.
Translations English to English
cool kicks – nice shoes
throwing bo’s – place is so crowded, elbows needed to make way through
BS Intervention and Man Stuff
Help, SOS maybe – ok, this is where your input is requested; do know that if you say something I don’t like, you will have 17 years of … something. I THINK I NEED A BS INTERVENTION. Specifically when speaking with Possible Possibility Guy. Back story: have been running into him for years but paid no attention for whatever reason. Plus, when he saw my youngest daughter, he was rendered fairly speechless and he is too old for her. It has been recorded here time and again, I am a geriatric magnet. I am not a geriatric nor am I interested in men older than my dad. Possible is about my age, has hair, and is one cool customer. When I talk to him, my bs reeks. The most inane information flies out of my mouth, truly horrifying. This is uncommon. Maybe it’s the seven-year change thing. If I don’t get my bs in line, I will be forced into a world where I’m pushing wheelchairs, cleaning dentures, and changing catheters with a mortal beloved (short-term, of course). Help. Why does this happen?
While walking my dog last night, I noticed one of my neighbors (he is my eldest daughter’s age) emptying his saucepan in the bushes outside his front door. Good grief – someone needs to tell him about disposals, non? His neighbor, an elderly man, puts peanuts out for the squirrels. The white styrofoam kind. Lots of dead squirrels.
ENOUGH! Must go back to creating big pink spheres for event. Am getting real $ for this. Something new and different.
If you have ideas about good bs with Possibility, do share – keep in mind, I have delete button.