Day 18 -- Maybe not of all-time, but off the top o' my head

My 10 favorite quotes

Happiness is a warm puppy.
-- Charles M. Schulz

Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
-- Franklin P. Jones

Remember no one can make you feel inferior without your consent.
-- Eleanor Roosevelt

A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.
-- Maya Angelou

Mental illness is nothing to be ashamed of, but stigma and bias shame us all.
-- Bill Clinton

When it doubt, write around it.
-- Many Journalists

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.
-- Dr. Seuss (Oh, the Places You'll Go!)

Making the decision to have a child - it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking outside your body.
-- Elizabeth Stone

The wastebasket is a writer's best friend.
-- Isaac Bashevis Singer

That's all I have to say about that.
-- Forrest Gump

Comments

Holy Separated-At-Birth, Batman!

Gary Oldman...meet Uncle Knit-Knots from Imagination Movers.

Hair

This has become the age-old question...Why do men hate short hair on women? I've been thinking about this a lot because my current style, an angled bob, requires a bunch of fussing every morning to get it to do anything. My favorite haircut of all time, as far as ease of care, was my pixie cut. I loved that I could wash it, gel it, and be done. No blow drying or flattening or curling. Just gel and go. Very sporty. I thought it looked cute. My husband has another opinion. The longer the better is his motto. Thing is, my hair becomes an unruly, tangled, nappy mop when it gets long. If I had all the time in the world and Jennifer Aniston's budget, I'd be more than happy to grow it long and have others style it every day. In real life, I guess I'd rather go for comfort and convenience. And if you ask me, I think the pixie is dang cute. I suspect heterosexual men aren't hot on short hair, in general, because it's too much like their own hair. No matter how much jewel

Ho, Ho, Ho, How Many Times Can I Use "I'm too busy" as an Excuse?

I haven't had time to write. Work, swim meet volunteering, holiday decorating and shopping. But truthfully, I've not been in much of a mood to write anything anyway. Last night we put up the tree and Santa chachkies, and I drank my first egg nog of the season, so perhaps I'll be in a cheerier mood. Also, I have spent some time writing the annual Schoon holiday newsletter. If you happen to get a copy, treat it like a drinking game. Every time I make you roll your eyes, take a drink. Nog, wassail, Everclear. Whatever gets you through. One sure way to assist with merriment motivation is listening to Christmas carols. I'm not going to get into a debate over what truly constitutes a carol. You can "Jesus is the reason for the season" yourself until you turn blue; I generally lean toward the secular end of the holiday tune spectrum. And if you just gasped at my use of holiday instead of Christmas, go suck on a candy cane. It's my blog and my opinions. Deal.

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