Crazy how quickly things change in life.
But my sister-in-law is still miserable, and about as friendly as a badger with a bad case of gas... at least that never changes.
What a holiday!
Had an interesting conversation with a friend about the whole "Merry Christmas" / "Happy Holidays" debate. I realized I actually don't put a preference on it. If initiating, I usually say Happy Holidays, but normally I don't even say it first, so I more commonly just repeat whatever the other person said.
If they say "Merry Christmas," I simply say, "Merry Christmas." If they say, "Happy Festivus," I smirk, and say, "Happy Festivus."
I don't really celebrate anything. I have no horse in the race. Call the season whatever you want. As long as I get quality time to spend with my kids, and the other people I love, I'm fine with it being, "Happy excuse for time off."
Ok, Pandora. Calm your tits with all the Lana Del Rey. It's good, but I don't need it every 3rd song.
I wonder which ISP will be the first to block VR because it doesn't align with their "christian values."
Well done, Trump voters. Well done.
Sometimes I look back on my life when I was running my own business, and I wonder how did I ever keep track of everything I had going on, and what I had to do.
It doesn't seem like I can keep up with everything I have going on these days.
Then I remember... it was just one business, not three. And I only had my own calendar, not five, to manage.
Someone on my FB time line was showing off the "hook-up offers" she gets from men on dating apps. She explained, "This isn't tinder, it's Bumble, which was designed for women so the creepy men could be weeded out."
....how exactly do you weed out men, and still meet men?
I just laughed out loud.
I know that might seem like an easy answer: filter out the creeps, keep the good ones.
Ok, but that's still the process of dating. Right?
That's a stretch......they probably should have named it "Fumble" instead. Now if I could just find an app to filter out everything except for the creepy women I will be all set!
Just use VR as a dating site. You'll be good.
We're the same age. But he posts on social media like he's at least 20 years older than me. Complaining about every ache, sniffle, and pain. Complaining about everything in his career. Complaining about everything his neighbors do. Complaining about his clients. Complaining about the weather.
It is said age is just a number.
I think age is an attitude.
Once you find that many reasons to complain, you're old.
Life shouldn't be a "Oh my woes," pissing contest.
Sometimes I see people's kids and I think.... how is that even possible?
Genetics are so amazing...
I so often need to remind myself to not get too high on life.
Expect less. In fact, expect nothing. Then it's a lot easier to work through those disappointing times, and gentle reminders of just who I am in this world, and the role I occupy....
I miss Deity. She was the first person from VR I ever met in real life.
I had a business trip to Los Angeles, when she was living there. We met for coffee. We drove through the hills of LA. We stopped at a playground to talk, and be kids. We had dinner, and drinks at Outback because there was this cocktail there she insisted I try. Then I flew back to New York.
That day was bliss....