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The woman I go to for waxing said last week all her clients cancelled. She freaked. My neighbor’s been working for the same company for 19 years, and is close to retirement, stock portfolio took a nose dive. Mom’s paltry annuity, albeit low risk, took a hit. Conclusion – we’re in a recession. Need Obama.
At 5AM tomorrow I’m getting up and heading across the lake to ride my bikes 150 miles over Saturday and Sunday to raise money for MS. God help me.
Ha. A friend asked me that and I said ha! I’m learning what my three husband went through living with me. Women – what do they want? Who the hell knows because it changes from morning to night. The uber women have glaring holes in their perfection, the underdogs are always looking for an angle to shine, and the crazy ones, well, we all know about the crazy ones. I said someone had told me…
I know one too many people who are waiting for life to begin – when they get enough money, when they get through school, when they get out of a job, when they get unhitched. Hello! Are you listening? Life began yesterday, not tomorrow. Waiting for it to look different, paint your wall a different color, change your hair, wear a turtle neck.
according to reliable sources the VP debate was summed up this way: a) Palin did a good enough job. b) Biden outperformed expectations and Palin. c) No one defected from either camp to the other, undecideds still stacking up for Obama.
This evening as I was transitioning from work upstairs to social life downstairs, I looked outside and saw four guys sitting shoulder to shoulder staring out at the bayou. The sun was slanted sideways as it is want to do this time of year. The grass was mowed by the city (unusual anytime of year). And the weather was nearly perfect. My my. Days go by.
In yoga, we listened to a story about ghosts and goblins since we are in the Halloween season. It was a fable, a fairy tale, a short story about a woman whose mother dies and leaves her a doll that is to help guide her through life. Her father remarries a woman with two children – so it is the Cinderella story – and her stepsisters and mother send her to the forest to find…
Last night, I came home and tried to rush to plant the rest of the flowers in the bed, get the groceries in, and take care of the shelving unit in back before T was arriving, so that we could have a little date since we have been on go go go. As I was putting away two bottles of champagne for her birthday on Monday, I dropped one and it exploded in the laundry…
Is it the waiting that is the hardest part or the reality? I find this the saddest and most puzzling life events I have ever encountered.