Band Geek had an interesting observation yesterday about whether the glass is half full or half empty…”it depends on whether you’re drinking or pouring.” So basically, it depends where you start. Do you start with a full glass and drink half of it? Or do you start with an empty glass and fill it up?
Category: deep thoughts
I try to be who someone wants me to be. I am afraid to rock the boat. It is hard for me to know what I want. I avoid speaking my mind. I find it easier to go along with what someone wants or with their opinion. I fantasize about a strong person taking over
I’m watching the Wedding Planner. Total fluff, I know I know, but Matthew McConaughey is the future Mr. 2N and I love love love this movie. Between my future husband cancelling his wedding on the day of, and Jennifer Lopez walking out on the kid that eats mud, it brings to mind a question I
I have been pondering many deep and interesting things today. Being that we are all interested to hear these deep and drug-inspired ponderings, I have made them into a list specifically for your reading enjoyment: Item 1: I love everyone and everyone loves me. Except for the dogs, I am very angry at them this morning.
So if happiness is NOT as simple as a Cup O Soup, where does it come from? I mean, I was thinking last night after I blogged but before I went to bed about the last time I can remember that I was totally truly happy with life in general. The thing is, I suspect
Goodie goodie! Another photoblog. This weekend I decided to pack up the Kid and spend the weekend with the grandparental units out in the country. Well, not the country exactly, but the closest I can come to the country but still be within 30 minutes of home. Sunday, while the units took the Kid to
Pygmalion Effect: an experiment to support the hypothesis that reality can be influenced by the expectations of others. How we believe the world is and what we honestly think it can become have powerful effects on how things turn out. – (James Rhem) To me this talks about making your dreams or expectations a reality,
Well, I’m in LA again this week, and for some reason tonight I feel indescribably, unfathomably lonely. Lately it’s been on my mind that I have no close ties to anyone, other than the Kid. You know what I mean? I talk to my family like once a year practically, and I love them, but
This is my dream. Well, it’s my dream bracelet. Yes, it’s rubber. Yes, it’s totally tacky and my friends make fun of me for leaving the house with it on. And yes, it’s totally meaningful. Chock full of sentimental value and all that. I got it when I was in Florida a month or so
Sometimes, in the shuffle of the day to day (taking a shower, letting the dogs out, letting them in, taking them for walks, feeding the cat, getting to work, picking up the Kid, picking up PVDD, making dinner, watching a movie, going to bed, doing it all again the next day), I tend to lose