Disclaimer: I’m not a jewelry guy. I own one piece: a simple, unadorned wedding band.
I must confess to a weakness: I can’t help but draw prejudicial conclusions about people who wear more rings than fingers. Pray tell dear reader: are these people compensating for something? I see some old ladies with more rocks than a natural history museum, and I wonder…. Does it prevent you…
I was reading an article about blogs in an online magazine the other night. The article referenced a Pew survey of bloggers, which ultimately suggested that one million bloggers claim to have been referenced in traditional media.
I just want you all to know that we here at “Being Myself” hold no such delusions of grandeur. I feel a rush of euphoria if my blog gets referenced in one of…
Just a couple of pics from my phone/at work… to see how/if this works:
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In the beginning there were local sports, and they were occasionally good. Home teams present and past; Bucs, Pats, Bruins, and Bosox held occasional sway with my attention. Home teams past were particularly prominent as there was but one home team present; as were the high scoring affairs: namely football, owing to my impatient nature.
Ah, but things change: home team became home teams, and…
“Default” is more than just a word, it’s a way of life. Sparse, relatively evenly trimmed greens, browns and sand is the default lawn in Florida. Seventy six degrees is the default temperature on my expensive, programmable thermostat. “Make it shorter” is a default hairstyle. “Whatever you’d like” is the default husband answer.
One of the default…
I’m so out of whack right now I almost don’t want to discuss it.
I did say ALMOST, didn’t I?
A mid-week holiday almost isn’t worth the trouble.
I did say ALMOST, didn’t I?
It all started on Sunday, just like the calendar says it should. Sunday morning went just as planned; I went to church, came home, took a nap. Then there was Sunday night. In a way it was Sunday…