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A few weeks ago I signed up for Blogging 201. I got caught up in some of my other interests and completely forgot about it. (Ugh!) I haven’t checked my email so I even missed the reminder. I know I’m only a few days behind, but I don’t feel like playing catch up, not right now anyway. I suppose I could always forgo the days I missed and continue through until the end and then go back through it.
That’s not like me. I made a commitment I’m going to stick with it and go back and catch up. I probably won’t catch up on all of it tonight, but I’ll catch up before weeks end.
Well it appears that I’m not that far behind after all. Some of the assignments seem to revolve around planning and not much about writing. So I’m safe.
I don’t often put my trust in the men and women who predict or forecast the weather, especially winter storms. In years past, the Farmer’s Almanac was usually pretty darn accurate. So when I heard that they were calling for colder and snowier weather for my area of the country this winter, I was pretty happy. (We haven’t seen much snow for the past few winters).
Since mid-November we have gotten a few storms, but they were nothing to sneeze at. An inch or two, a dusting…
“COME ON!! WHERE’S THE SNOW?!?!”, I thought.
Several winter storms later, some that never even reached the East Coast, here comes Winter Storm Iola. They started saying there’s a HUGE Nor’easter on the way with the potential of upwards of 8″ of the fluffy white stuff. We were ecstatic!
“YES! We’re finally going to get some snow!!”
For the last 3 or 4 days we’ve kept our eyes on The Weather Channel–still calling for loads of snow. We’ve also been keeping an eye on our weather app: Accuweather. According to the app it has flip-flopped from 1-3 inches to 4-8 inches. Then earlier this morning it said 1 to 3 inches possible with a trace of ice accumulating.
SAY WHAT?!?! Are you KIDDING me?!
This is EXACTLY why I don’t put my full trust in meteorologists or Punxsutawney Phil.
I do enjoy some shows and a few personalities that work at The Weather Channel, but I have always said, “They’re from Georgia. They couldn’t forecast themselves out of a wet paper bag.”
I’m tired of
your same old ways,
day after day.
You tell me that
you want to change,
but your ‘goal’
seems way out of range.
I’m tired of
your verbal appeasement;
proof, in action,
would be a better achievement.
Aren’t you tired
of my complaining?
I feel like you think
my words are disdaining.
How can I make it more
When it’s too late
and I’m no longer here?
If you actually gave a damn
you would do as you say.
No more excuses & lies
would make for happier days.
This world is so full of gloom and doom, and a multitude of miserable things.
So why don’t those of us who try to be more positive start a NEW trend:
A day of positivity, in lieu of negativity
Sure there is plenty I could be miserable about today: the gloomy sky, the rain, cold temperatures, not feeling well, etc. But I’m making a choice not to dwell on the garbage.
I would rather look on the bright side, count my blessings, and be happy.
On that note, here are 5 things I’m thankful for:
Waking up today
My wonderful family
My awesome friends
Chicken Vegetable Soup
Hot Pumpkin Spiced Tea
What are you thankful for today?
A #MirthfulMonday to you!
Do you enjoy growing old or do you fight against it?
I was just thinking about something similar a couple of days ago:
“When does middle age begin?“
Google says: “According to one study, the average person believes youth ends at 35 and old age begins at 58. Therefore, the years in between–all 23 of them–constitute middle age.”
According to Wikipedia: “The US Census lists middle age as including both the age categories 35 to 44 and 45 to 54, while prominent psychologist Erik Erikson saw it ending a little later and defines middle adulthood as between 40 and 65.”
Being 39 years old I might or might not fit in said category, according to the above sources.
Since the age of 35, I have been finding a few silver hairs,
mostly towards the top/front of my head.
I have found just recently a few on the sides of my head.
I am caught between combating it (dyeing) and just not caring.
I think I’m leaning more towards not caring.
After all, the Bible calls grey hair a crowning glory.
My memory isn’t as good as it used to be. It’s been that way for a few years; however, I think that is due to stressful life circumstances.
I am concerned though, that it could be something more. At my age that’s a scary thing.
Growing old is something most will endure.
There’s really no way to fight it. It’s inevitable.
You can change your perspective of it;
choose to stay young at heart, instead of being bitter.