JANUARY’S GEMS IN BEING UNEMPLOYED
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JANUARY’S GEMS IN BEING UNEMPLOYED

Determined to keep crazy in 2011, I resolved to live this experience as it reveals itself, focus on every gifted moment, feel each emotion and pay attention to lessons offered. After a leap of faith, a break-neck turn, we experienced a little turbulence but no sinkholes! Occasionally, I reality checked myself to make sure I didn’t…

PAYING IT FORWARD FRIDAY: GO TEAM!   (Click to the right to help now!)  –>
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PAYING IT FORWARD FRIDAY: GO TEAM! (Click to the right to help now!) –>

In 2007, after finalizing a divorce and launching myself into the rest of my life, I signed up to run the 10th anniversary race through my hometown on my birthday. The race was the San Diego Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon as in 26.2 miles. For perspective, when we moved worlds away from San Diego out…

WHAT THE HELL YOU BLOGGING FOR? GET A JOB!
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WHAT THE HELL YOU BLOGGING FOR? GET A JOB!

One thing I missed from having roommates was the end-of-day debriefing. Oprah filled in for a bit, but once her show went dark, I yet again pondered – What Would Oprah Do? She Journals! this blog enabled me to unwind with some whine. I hoped to force creativity, practice writing and organize thoughts. Being Gen…

DOES YOUR CHILDHOOD WHIMSY PREDICT YOUR FUTURE PATH?
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DOES YOUR CHILDHOOD WHIMSY PREDICT YOUR FUTURE PATH?

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? I wanted to be a butterfly! I continuously search beyond the obvious symbolism in the complete transformation from the worm – [CUE: Heimlich’s voice] – into a beautiful butterfly! Once the Mariah Carey song “Butterfly” starts playing in my head, I lose…

DO YOU BELIEVE IN CARMA? (YOUR BAD DRIVING WILL COME BACK AND REAR END YOU SOME DAY)
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DO YOU BELIEVE IN CARMA? (YOUR BAD DRIVING WILL COME BACK AND REAR END YOU SOME DAY)

Ever try to get out of a ticket?  I recently avoided a fix-it ticket and I tried to get out of my first-ever speeding ticket but after approaching the car with his gun drawn, the officer wasn’t chatty.  That is another story for another time. At our recent garage sale, my neighbors and I chatted,…