It’s all about You
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That “Enter” key sure can be intimidating. It shouldn’t be, I mean, it’s not even the biggest tile on the board. No big deal, just one of about a hundred keys on a standard keyboard. It can’t have any more importance than the other keys– I mean, Backspace is the same size, higher on the board though, so maybe…
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There are two kinds of people in the world, those that sorry and those that don’t. I sorry. I am always getting grief from those that don’t. “I’m so sorry you’re sick.” Why? You didn’t make me sick. “I’m sorry you got a speeding ticket.” Why? You didn’t pull me over. “I’m sorry you’re game got…
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Since I intend to live to at least one hundred, I guess, technically, that makes me currently middle-aged. When I’m interviewed on my 100th birthday (save the date: 10/08/2066), I will credit my longevity to Naked Wednesdays, Diet Coke, and Doritos. Meantime, literally- ha! Meantime, I’m middle-aged. What does that mean? It means that mentally…
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My biggest complaint right this minute is broken fingernails. I’ve been trying to grow my nails out, to get them all even, so I could get a no-chip manicure that will cost me thirty-five dollars, only last two weeks because that’s what nails do, they grow, then I’ll be irritated that I have to go…
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I think it’s funny how people my age, and I mean exactly my age, are offended when I reference myself as fifty. I’m not fifty, I’m forty-eight, but really, at this point, what’s the difference? Two years! I’m told in squeaky voices of denial. So, I’m not fifty. But I’m still getting old. I’ve been…
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Most people are familiar with the African proverb, “It takes a village to raise a child.” I agree, but I think it’s time to modify it. I propose, “It takes a village to grow old.” I need a village. To show me where my glasses are. To remind me why I came in this room. To tell…
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Last year was a cruel beast. Again. Two beasts in a row! But today, this very moment, I choose to make everything new. Right now. Clean slate. All the feel-bad that clung to my aura clouding the light, clogging my thoughts and cluttering my mind– it’s gone. Because I choose to lose it. I can’t keep being angry, frustrated and…
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Yep, that’s what I thought. It’s been a rough year for us, too. I feel like a broken record, seeing as I said almost exactly the same thing last year. Between health, finances and our future– well, it’s been a really long year, lots to deal with, much hanging over our heads– and I’m exhausted. We’re not…
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Dave and I listen to audio books. We both spend a lot of time in our cars and we enjoy “reading,” sometimes swapping, always discussing. He prefers action stuff like Clive Cussler and Douglas Preston. I like pretty much anything. I thought. For our recent road trip to the Furniture Mart in North Carolina, he…
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