A little bit of this... :-)
Maris College conducted a survey on new years resolutions. They found the top three resolutions were: 1) lose weight, 2) be a better person, and 3) quit smoking.
I want to know why no one wants to be a better smoker, or quit losing weight.
And a little bit of that... :-(
Were you ever enticed to enter a blog discussion, and ended up thinking you were baited into it? That happened to me this week. Someone used my name in their post, based on a comment I made elsewhere. I was led, er, felt, um, decided to (sheesh, do I have to use all those terms?)...I was compelled to comply. I didn't frame one of my points very well. Regardless, I was on the wrong side of the discussion overall. Subsequent posts turned into everyone else congratulating themselves on how right and good they were. No, literally, as in:
Person #1: "You are such a good writer; you can take over my blog whenever you like."
Person #2: "Oh, thanks, but really, you're the best."
Person #3: "Actually, I think you're both great. I am so happy to know both of you."
Person #1: "But, #3, you're not so bad yourself."
The love fest was sick.
Am I the only one who's been there?
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We had a great time with my brother (Paul) and his girlfriend (Brittany), who traveled from L.A. to celebrate Christmas with the family. They joined us at our Running in Circles gig on Dec. 23. Paul played drums on Hot Child in the City, and Brittany sang Just Like Heaven. They did a great job. We enjoyed their company at our house on Christmas Day, too.
Paul and Brit, thanks for coming.
And a little more of that... >:-(
Being loved does not guarantee you happiness; neither does being loving. So, stop chasing love in an effort to create your own happy place.
If you know someone is doing something wrong, and you refuse to do anything about it because they might not like/love/respect you any more, then you are being selfish.
Grow up. Stop making "love" about you. If you want to be truly loving, you will end up ticking off a person or two (or nine, or a hundred) in your lifetime. And they will despise you for it...temporarily...at least...maybe. Just ask your kids. Or your spouse. Or your employees.
Sorry, I had to get that off my chest, or I was going to explode. It relates to my aforementioned blog fiasco.
And some more of this... ;-)
Dear Santa, could you puh-leeeze send Cleveland one major league sports championship before I die? Would that really be too much to ask? I've been really...somewhat...okay, occasionally good for my life on this earth thus far.
And, no, claiming The Ohio State Buckeyes 2002 BCS win as a surrogate Cleveland championship doesn't cut it. Neither does indoor soccer.
Confounded in Cleveland
And, finally, a little more of that...
N E W
Y E A R !