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This is exactly the kind of day when it’s going to be hard work holding the vibration of joy. I’m tired because I watched an episode of Intervention before going to bed (I know, what the hell was I thinking?) and then couldn’t get to sleep. After coming back downstairs, farting around online, drinking coffee (I know, what the hell was I thinking?), I finally managed to fall asleep around 2am. Woke up all groggy and blarghy.
Gal, thanks for helping me understand my weird OCD around fonts and whatnot. You’re right – my writing and presentation thereof is a reflection of me and so I want it to show on the outside how my soul really is on the inside. (Thank goodness I don’t have that same standard of measure for my cluttery house!) I spent an hour last night again futzing with templates and finally forced myself to just pick ONE and go with it. I don’t know what my issue is but I have to get past it on this.
And here’s a GRRR I encountered yesterday and was thisclose to saying something but thanks to my Angels intercession, I had to turn away and force myself to just be quiet. A client was in the office and the broker wished them Happy Holidays to which they said “I prefer to say Merry Christmas” (and honestly, WTF? How about you just be a nice person and say “the same to you” because the intent is for your happiness, mmmkay?). Evangelical Christian co-worker (the one who thinks I am the devil in disguise) says “Oh, I am so glad to hear you say that!”. I wanted to turn to both the client AND EC C-W and say “Saying Happy Holidays is a way to respect ALL faiths, not just yours which you seem to think must be followed by everyone else.” It just pissed me off. (trying hard to avert a longer rant). Damn. Must everyone be so fucking closed minded?
Long story somewhat shorter: Angels pretty much put masking tape on my mouth and said “Turn away now and just be quiet!” and so I did because while I may be Satan’s minion some days, my angels always win out.
BTW, I ate all the cookies I had left. And am 900000 pounds now.
You’re welcome re: the font thing. Made perfect sense to me. (Of course, I’ve been in therapy for a million years, so I don’t know if you should find that comforting.)
I had a big piece of chocolate birthday cake because … I wanted to. So you’re not alone in that, either.
I am a Christian, and I just hate how Evangelicals have high-jacked my religion! I always believed “Happy Holidays” could mean that I won’t be seeing you again before New Year’s, either. You know — “holidays,” plural. Why do people always have to look for the negative connotation?