Mind like a sieve.

There was something fairly important I was going to write about.  No, really.  It just slipped my mind, apparently.  It was something that was going to anger you as much as it did me! 

 

Oh well, I don’t know what it was.  Sucks to get old and forgetful.  My family is starting to call me Gramma, and I don’t have any grandchildren.  I have granddogs.  One is gay, and we love him just as much as our other granddog. 

 

Here’s one thing I’m angry about, anger.  Why does everyone have to be so pissed off and offended all the time? And “outraged!” .  I will admit that it seems to be my most conservative friends that accept internet pot-stirring as fact and post “outraged” face book status updates and links.  Of course, without verifying the sources first, because it “just sounds like something this idiot would do”.    Much like I would react to anything about Miley Cyrus or the Bieber.  It makes me shudder just to type those names.  Bleh.   Speaking of which, fresh after the Grammys, Kanye pulls another Kanye and starts spouting off about artistry and how again Beyonce should have won for her album.  Him, I’d like to smack.  You can’t just go around comparing one artist to the next and start bitching about who should have won.  The award shows are like the art associations.  They’re very political and motivated by the clique mentality.  This is why I don’t belong to any art associations.  They don’t benefit me in any way.  Maybe Kanye needs to step away from the Grammy academy, or whateverthehell they call it.  Now I’m just blathering on until whatever I was going to write about comes to me.  So basically Gramma is wasting your time now.  I guess that’s something else to be angry about. 

 

 

Sigh.

I may be abandoning blogger.  I haven't been able to post any pictures in months, and if I try to attach it to a new post, which I've done a few times, it eats the post.   I would attribute this to user error, except that not only will it not post pics, I can't get out of that screen and it just scrolls for hours till I have to page back and lose my post.  I'm a tad frustrated.  peace out, blogger.

For Whatever Reason-

I can only post to my blogsite when I'm really busy.  I'm no longer unemployed, for about a month now.   The good news is, so far, so good.  I already get more respect there as a person than I ever did with my other job, and I was the boss (well, the medium boss) there.  And worked with "friends". 


While I've been working on my computer during the day, I've been listening to podcasts, and one of the podcasts I was listening to made me think a little.  Imagine that.  They talked  about when you're writing a book, they sometimes say to start at the end, and then write the story to fit that.  And the question it raised was, if you were dying today, what would you regret most, maybe something you didn't do.  I think for me it was self love, and not doing what I most wanted to do.  Which I'm willing to bet is a very common one, at least for most women.  Hell, I think it's common for a lot of men, too.   They're doing the best they can to support a family, and there's not always room for following dreams when you work 3rd shift at some crappy job. 


So, I plan to spend more time doing what I love, taking care of myself, but not stressing over it.  Because there's a lot more to life than money.  I know, easy for me to say now that I'm older and don't have to worry about it much.  But that's one of the blessings of my life, and when God gives you a gift, you should open it, thank him, and enjoy it.  So that's my plan.