People enjoy the Zumba class rather a lot, judging by the volume of their shouts during the class.
It only took 55 and a half years, but I'm finally happy with my hair.
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| My actual hair color now. No dye, no filters. |
If you have more than two unfinished craft or needlework projects packed away, you have too darn many hobbies.
One really can have too many books. Or is the problem really never enough bookshelves? Still pondering that one...
Sometimes, a nice cocktail at the end of the day is a very pleasant and relaxing thing. The process of mixing it is part of the joy of the thing.
There are few things as pleasant in this life as good coffee, and something sweet to dunk in it.
The older I get, the creepier my hands look. (Arthritis helps in this process.)
There are few things sexier than a man who is willing to do dishes.
My sinuses really are out to get me.
The likelyhood that nail polish will get chipped is directly proportional to the time it took to do the manicure.
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| The current manicure. Base coat, color, glitter, and top coat. |
The battery in the tablet will always run out in the middle of the best part of the story you are reading.
A small bottle of good quality single- malt Scotch Whisky is necessary for medicinal purposes. (Such as feeling the incoming cold front in your joints on a windy night.)
When it is really time I should be sleeping, I'm wide awake.
The capacity for hate and evil in humankind is a constant source of dismay to me. Conversely, the amount of love and kindness I see pouring out in response to evil acts is a source of hope. It shouldn't require a tragedy for us to pour our love and support out on a hurting world, though. That should be evident every single day.
No matter how cold it is when you start your exercise walk in the morning, before you're halfway done, you'll still be sweaty, if you're doing it right!
Fall weather has truly arrived the day I finally put the heated mattress pad on the bed.
If I am rooting for a football team, they seem to do better if I don't watch the game...
Every single "holiday" can of Coke Zero I have had this year has said I should "Share a Coke Zero with a POLAR BEAR. " Every. Single. One. Tell me, where do I find a Polar Bear that can drink Coke Zero?
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| Every single can in the 24 pack I just bought looks just like this. |
The reason some of us really love to wear spandex workout wear is because it makes us feel like a superhero. (Also, if you've lost as much weight as I have, it is excellent reward and motivation all rolled into one!)
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| Aren't these cool? |
Some people will never understand about "personal space", no matter HOW many anti-harassment trainings they've been to. (Get outta my face, ok?)
It's always pleasant to find out that people assumed you are younger than you are. (Well, if you're as old as I am, it's pleasant!)
Some people get better looking as they age. Really not fair to the rest of us.
When you realize that someone who has a lot of fans actually knows who you are, and is glad to see you when you visit at a convention, it's still unbelievable. (But it's great! )
Small acts of kindness eat away at the sadness and hopelessness so rampant in this world. I am grateful both for the kind gestures others extend to me, and for the chance to be kind to others.
Some workplace break rooms really need the sampler someone hung in the school kitchen where I taught: "Your mother doesn't work here. Please clean up your own mess."
I really do wonder if the Hokey Pokey really IS what it's all about.
Those who think suggestive or vulgar language in song lyrics is a new thing really need to listen to a cd I own. It's called the "Art of the Bawdy Song" , and is all about tunes from the 16th century, and perhaps before.
Sometimes, you just have to decide you're finished with something and call it good. I'm calling this post good.
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