If you wanna be somebody else,
if you're tired of fighting battles with yourself
if you want to be somebody else
change your mind!
Song lyrics one day changed my life. For a little bit anyway. I did end up changing my mind. It works if you try.
I used to be so anxious about relationships. Every man was going to leave me. Every man I trusted went away. So why did that happen? Because it was supposed to. That didn't make it any easier. Well it's not entirely true. I can think of men that were great but I left them first. Did I leave them because I 'knew' they'd leave me? Sometimes I wonder. Lucky for me I grew up and somehow the good ones are still out there.
Sometimes I look at other people's blogs and get inspired to think about things differently. Or to look at the way I've handled things. I am particularly good at handling the most bizarre and damaging situations. It seems like something natural to offer advice. But on the other hand, not everybody wants advice. Some people just need to be heard. If I'm too bossy on the outside, I promise I know on the inside that people just need to be heard and don't need any advice at all. Mostly my advice is, you already know what to do, so do it.
Did anybody else see New Moon??? OMG what is up with the hokey stuffed wolf critters? The budget wasn't big enough to do some nice Alice In Wonderland animations? Their doggie didn't look like that big stuffed wolf from Pizza Peddler that bicycled out and talked to kids and brought their pizzas for their birthdays.
Speaking of birthdays, Logie has a new camera and he took this picture... and then J. took our picture. Note my finger antlers, pretty sweet.
2 comments:
This is a great photo of you and your kiddo. Love it. You need finger antlers...everyone does.
I liked the last lengthy comment you left on my blog. It was good. It really snapped me out of my little funk I was in. I was a bit embarrassed at first, but knew in my heart it was what I needed to hear. I was supposed to write you a bit about what prompted the blog...but first I didn't have time and then it just didn't seem important any longer. I started composing an email to you in my head on the way home from school the other day. But it was gone by the time I hit the keyboard. Ah well.
And now I am going to start calling your blog "Lend me some neighbor, I am your sugar" because it makes me giggle.
The punctuation has to be different though, "Lend me some, neighbor, I am your sugar!"
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