A certain age - short series of Birthday Reflections

Birthday Reflection #1: Knowledge comes with experience, but  wisdom does not. I'm still the same wise@$s I was at 12 yrs old.

just a thought

human relations observation: clueless and immature is BETTER than mean and vindictive, yet sometimes garners the exact same results.

New Weekly post - my "Oxymoron Practice"

I've decided that I need to get bloggin' more often, but since I'm up to my eyebrows in work and looking for work, I only have time for one personal thought every few days. To that end, I am starting the new series detailing the normal life. 

While the optimist in me loves that (paraphrased)  quote, "One step forward and one step backward sounds like the Cha-Cha to me!" I am more practical.

We are our own worst enemies. And this series will be my shortest version of that cliché.

I present to you, the posts, to be updated weekly (hopefully) of my life practice of the Oxymoron. Kind of like my yoga practice - intermittent and totally good for you:

Today's oxymoron practice: took a 45 minute walk, then came home & ate a sleeve of thin mints

this week's oxymoron practice - dressing up

got all dressed up for a dinner out, then had to fix the hem of the shirt with duct tape

Black Pants

Jackpot!
Finding a pair of pants that fit on the clearance rack!

him: Why do you have ten pairs of black pants
her: I don't.
him (holding up one pair): Yes you do. I see them all lined up right here.
her: They are not all black.
him: This looks like black. 
her:  That one is my skinny off-black.
him: What?
her: And this one is my day-before-my-period very-black
him: hmmm
her (pointing to pants one by one): This one is my very-important-business-meeting tweed-black,
sexy-out-to-dinner spandexy-black, nobody-will-see-me-at-the-grocery-store cotton-black . . .
him: ok, ok, nevermind

2012, The End. . . the sequel

Really, there was a movie out about 2012 - y'know the one with my dreamboat John Cusack, where the world ended by literally falling apart. And for awhile there, it was looking a bit like that from my perch here in the 'burbs.

But we muddled through and we sit in the middle of the road now, looking for the next apocalypse.

The truth is, every year is a whole series of tiny explosions, isn't it? That is what we call "life" in my world. Welcome to the year of superstition, gun fear, hyper-anti-bullying, litigation for blamelessness, and the coming of the end of the world . . . again and again.

In other words, welcome home.