The only good bunny is a chocolate bunny
Happy late Easter!
I've decided to make Easter resolutions. I said goodbye to my New Year's resolutions a long time ago ('round about January 2), so it's time for some new ones. And Easter is all about new life, starting over, and chocolate, so what better time?
I've resolved to limit my pitchy-ness to once per day. For those who don't know, I apparently get "pitchy" when I get stressed. Meaning, my voice gets high and strained. And I have a bit of stress in my life, so my voice is often high and strained. So no more.
Which leads to resolution number two: not to let the stress get to me. Too much. I will be leaving work at work, and not thinking about it after 5 or 6 pm, and only working one weekend day. And, apparently, I am not to "stress the small stuff." I think the real quote is "sweat the small stuff," but I don't like that. Sweat is blech-y.
Resolution three: Not to let one aspect of my life carry over to the others. This harkens back to good old resolution number two. Work is for work. Home is for not-work. Friends and others don't need to hear about work. Home, unfortunately, is also for listening to neighbors scream at each other and leave trash on the yard. But, hey, I'm all mellow and stuff now after following resolutions one and two, so it doesn't bother me. I'm trying.
That's it. I'll work on those. Luckily, I don't have too many flaws, so I don't need too many resolutions.
Want to hear my Easter miracle? I won money on a slot machine. Some of us celebrated the holy day by going to a casino (just for brunch) and I won some money. Okay, so I only won $4.60, but that's a box of Girl Scout Cookies. Which I could have used while watching the Masters Tournament. I cheered for Tiger, if only because he shares a name with my over-weight cat. They were both a disappointment this weekend.
Once back into Pullman (man, I really love to leave Pullman--see how much happier I am?), I rounded out my weekend (which was excellent in general) by watching The Sopranos. And Bobby couldn't have really kicked the shit out of Tony. We all know that.
I've decided to make Easter resolutions. I said goodbye to my New Year's resolutions a long time ago ('round about January 2), so it's time for some new ones. And Easter is all about new life, starting over, and chocolate, so what better time?
I've resolved to limit my pitchy-ness to once per day. For those who don't know, I apparently get "pitchy" when I get stressed. Meaning, my voice gets high and strained. And I have a bit of stress in my life, so my voice is often high and strained. So no more.
Which leads to resolution number two: not to let the stress get to me. Too much. I will be leaving work at work, and not thinking about it after 5 or 6 pm, and only working one weekend day. And, apparently, I am not to "stress the small stuff." I think the real quote is "sweat the small stuff," but I don't like that. Sweat is blech-y.
Resolution three: Not to let one aspect of my life carry over to the others. This harkens back to good old resolution number two. Work is for work. Home is for not-work. Friends and others don't need to hear about work. Home, unfortunately, is also for listening to neighbors scream at each other and leave trash on the yard. But, hey, I'm all mellow and stuff now after following resolutions one and two, so it doesn't bother me. I'm trying.
That's it. I'll work on those. Luckily, I don't have too many flaws, so I don't need too many resolutions.
Want to hear my Easter miracle? I won money on a slot machine. Some of us celebrated the holy day by going to a casino (just for brunch) and I won some money. Okay, so I only won $4.60, but that's a box of Girl Scout Cookies. Which I could have used while watching the Masters Tournament. I cheered for Tiger, if only because he shares a name with my over-weight cat. They were both a disappointment this weekend.
Once back into Pullman (man, I really love to leave Pullman--see how much happier I am?), I rounded out my weekend (which was excellent in general) by watching The Sopranos. And Bobby couldn't have really kicked the shit out of Tony. We all know that.
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