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Tag: midlife
The Pessimist, the Cynic, and the Ne’er Do Well
Please....shut up already, you leech, you vampire, you succubus. I can feel you draining all of my optimistic soul with your chronic complaining and pessimism. Yes life is a struggle, I get it. Just stop talking about how miserable your life is and DO something about it. I have my own issues to contend with. … Continue reading The Pessimist, the Cynic, and the Ne’er Do Well
Resolute Ideas
2010 is over. Thank God. It's been a rollercoaster ride from hell, from natural disasters to the ongoing ever present recession, things have not been nice (putting it mildly). Nevertheless tonight, err....tomorrow begins a new year, new beginnings, new chances, new opportunities and for a lot a people, new resolutions. I can tell my age … Continue reading Resolute Ideas
Bittersweet November
Well now....I think I'm most certainly convinced without a shadow of doubt that our country is nowhere near being out of the "recession" and things are steadily declining. Why? Because two weeks ago I lost my job due to downsizing. I was numb at first. Kind of in a haze for a week or two. … Continue reading Bittersweet November
Got Snacks?
Does anyone eat for sustenance anymore? I mean c'mon, isn't food meant to be eaten to survive? Not anymore...if it ain't smothered covered chopped scattered topped and peppered it ain't right.
10 things your mother forgot to tell you
Mothers often pass down unwritten rules to their daughters to prep them for the real world. To you ladies that missed out and/or didn't listen, this is for you.
Facebook Episode 1
I don't even know where to start with Facebook. Between the virtual farm crack addicts or Facebook admin giving pantie shots of my privacy away. There's SO much. And it's daunting for some.
Mid-Life Madness
In less than 12 hours I'll age another year, and yet I am completely unfazed. All the rhetoric surrounding birthdays is designed to do what exactly? The cakes, the parties, the sheer drunkeness (if that's your kind of thing) is supposed to be a celebration of life? Or...is all the fanfare and festivities just a mere distraction from what you should be doing. Self evaluation. a gut check. I like to think of birthdays as milestone markers where I take out my compass and see what direction in life I'm headed in.
What’s that smell?
That 4th quarter hurry up offense to score...A woman's game clock, it's a shame there's no overtime.... Ovaries, apparently are like time bombs. You gotta use em before they explode. Huh, who knew?
The Economy of Words 