Self-esteem is everything. Or at least 95% of everything… which might as well be everything. If you have a bad foundation, don’t complain about the view…because if it’s bad, it’s going to be lopsided… or worse… facing a brick wall..
Nearly everything has a barcode on it now. They’ve replaced labels and price tags almost completely. If it doesn’t have a barcode on it, you have to wonder if it really exists. Frank’s Grandmother was given a barcode when she was in the hospital… to let the staff know what she had and didn’t have…what she did and didn’t do. It was creepy, but in a cool way… access to her entire hospital stay was just a red light scan away.
Soon, we’ll all know who we are…just wait for the read out after the beep. Don’t look directly into the red laser…you may end up frying something you need.
Scares the peanuts out of me.
Suggestion is a powerful tool…or weapon…depending on which side you find yourself on. There is so much that you can do, so much that is possible if you speak well and do nothing. It never ceases to amaze me at what is accomplished with fast talk and no action. I really wish I bought a ticket on that plane when it was in front of me. Obviously, fate decided that instead of a first class ticket to paradise I would be placed in an inflatable, twice patched life raft and set adrift on a cold, cold sea with nothing but my instincts, a bottle of iodine, 2 dead AAA batteries and a half-eaten, snack sized bag of three year old trail mix… with every peanut removed.
I obviously would much rather have the peanuts than my instincts.
I’m grateful for the things I have. More than just material things… knowledge and experience count for something too. But, it seems that with more and more being taken away… through the progress or regress or time, I feel grateful for the things I still have… even though there may be less of them.
I think this is another one of those maturity turning point things I keep hearing so much about…
I like to be in a state of fooling myself. It suits me.
This is the strip running today over at bobthesquirrel.com. Some of you may be nursing the remnants of poorly made decisions from last year (maybe even early this year). That’s cool. I don’t judge…and if I do, I try really hard to keep it to myself.
If you have to start from the beginning I suppose today would be that place to start. It would be easier to track than say if you started on March 13th or April 3rd.
Good luck. Today is the beginning of whatever… or a continuation of what it is…or what it was.
The rose. They’re one of the most sought after and given flower out there. But they don’t taste as good as tulips.
Personally, I would much rather get a bouquet of tulips than roses. You can look at them and then you can eat them. I have eaten roses too… but they repeat on you something awful… and they don’t taste like they smell– which means the burps are bad. The only thing they remind me of is that I shouldn’t eat them
Still, I look pretty good posing with it in my teeth.
if you’re wondering if I’m still in the snow, I’m not. I’m currently hiding behind that blue shovel located in the upper right hand corner of this picture. The dogs are appeasing Frank with this picture so they can get back in the house. I just didn’t feel particularly photogenic today so behind the shovel I stand.