...The Ranch's answer to you -know - what - with no rules.
Go ahead...tell us what you're having for dinner - we can't wait! Got a cute pic of kitty peeking out of a paper bag? Post it! We live for that stuff!
Math addict? How about a refresher on the Pythagorean Theorem?
Like macaroni and cheese? Tell us why!
So even if you're not a writer or a poet (yet), there's still plenty of fun things to do at the Armadillo!
Oh baby, oh baby!
Hmm…I was wondering about that, too - pre holiday – but when the day finally came, it was pretty much a non- event.
I’ve become so pragmatic (or perhaps jaded) about these things anymore.
Maybe it’s age, experience, or a seen-it-before mentality…
Besides, it can’t happen again.
Yes, I felt that way on Mother's Day -- even while scattering my mother's ashes in Cape May. Not emotional, not upset. 'Course she was 98. And you're right. This can't happen again!
My mother's birthday was June 1, and that was a much harder day for me than Mother's Day.
Because at one time this site had something to do with writing, I thought this comic might amuse.
"People who like this sort of thing will find this the sort of thing they like."
For some reason, this quote came to mind today. I always thought it was Dorothy Parker, since it sounds like the sort of thing she might say, but the interwebs attributes it to Lincoln. Further digging, however, says it was more likely Artemus Ward.
I still like it.
Last week at work and mixed emotions, but mostly relief. Ran into an account exec on Friday, who asked how I felt about leaving the place I've worked (on and off) since 1996. I confessed that I wasn't upset at all. She said, "So, you don't want to be a copy EDITOR anymore?" She hit the nail on the head -- the writing job has been reduced to editing badly-written, client-supplied copy.
Bah! On the other hand, the "Merry Banksters" are throwing a nice goom-bye lunch on Thursday, so there is that!
Just do it.
It'll be fine.
You'll be healthier, wealthier, and wiser.
Everything will change...very subtle...won't notice 'til its done.
Bake bread...grow tomatoes...drink wine...make wine...learn the Bachata...join Second Life...just don't sit around too much...bad for the bod...volunteer...buy stuff...
Am just doin' it!
And will be fishing off Cape May, watching the porpoises (pods of them hang out there), visiting lions in Tanzania, taking looooo--ooooong walks, drinking wine, drinking wine and (hic!) drinking wine.
And an old friend and his daughter just took me out to lunch! (Add to the above: gain weight ....)
The little family owned produce stand around the corner? been there 40 years. Nice people, fresh stuff. Some burned it down during the night last week. Arson, they say. Such mindless madness. Whoever would do such an angry thing to the showplace of innocent peaches and blushing 'matoes?
A bunch of rotten apples! What a shame ....
Irrespective of nothing, I did retire Thursday. Biggest surprise? The ENVY in the eyes of those I left behind ... 40-somethings and 50-somethings ... a little sad, actually....
How sad it is when people feel they are trapped...or have no choice in their lives...I was/am fortunate in that I rarely (if ever) worked at anything I didn't like.
And if I ever had thoughts about losing someone to retirement, it would be more likely to be something along the lines of "Damn! How are we going to replace her/him?"
There's a local psychologist/therapist who writes a column for the local paper. Last summer he published a piece about choice, and how we really do have a choice about everything we do, even if it's only about timing (i.e. "I don't have to buy groceries after work -- I could do it tomorrow, but then I'd have to buy lunch instead of making it tonight, so it's just easier to do the shopping.") He said that if you tell yourself you are choosing to do something you hate, it makes it much less onerous. That simple change in outlook makes a huge difference because you stop feeling powerless.