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New Year, New Me.

Being the realist I am, much I say is often taken as negativity.

It’s not fair.

I’m not that way.

Oh, sure, even my dad told me once that I was always able to find “room for improvement in a situation”, but that doesn’t make me Debbie Downer.

Does it?

But, having it pointed out to me that I can be misunderstood – as I’m sure that’s all it is – I’ve decided to look at things differently.

Many of by bloggerish friends from the plethora of bloggery groups I social media with opt for a “word of the year” or theme or some such thing.

This year, I decided to join them.

But, as a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, I’ve decided to look for the silver lining in every situation.

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It won’t be easy, I generally embrace change by holding it firmly around the throat until it loses consciousness.

But, I’m gonna’ try.

I’ll look for ways a change or situation can positively impact my life.  I’ll try to by that bull that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, quadruple bypass aside.

I’ll look for what I can learn, for what it gives me, for what it adds to my life.

I’ll look for the silver lining, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll find it.

I’ll let you know how that goes.

Take My Advice…

I rarely read Dear Abby, but this week, for some odd reason, it was a headliner on Yahoo.

Go figure?

There were several pleas for help from the old girl, and her answers were interesting.

One woman was UPset because her husband of 25 years has a scruffy, long, unkempt beard. The writer went on to say that she’d was withholding sex from her hubby and was no longer making eye-contact because he was so hard to look at.

The second letter was from some whinning loser a husband who’d sent his wife flowers and was in hot water with her because he dictated the card to the florist and didn’t stop by to sign it in person. (WAB!)

The third was some freaky stalker ex-girlfriend who was moving into the same complex as her ex-boyfriend and was wondering if she should send him a text to warn him that she’s gunning for him let him know she’ll be living there.

And the last one was from a divorced woman with children who got custody of the family photos.  She’s hesitant to throw them out because the kids need to know their family, but she doesn’t want them around.

What to do?  What to do?

Well, first to all the above:  get a life, what kind of loser writes Dear Abby these days when they have me to ask?

Secondly, beards are great, leave him alone, and just whom are you punishing anyway?

Thirdly, don’t send flowers next time.  Leave a card that says, “Hey, I filled this out myself, and was so exhausted, I didn’t have time to dial the phone for flowers, have a nice day!”

Next, hey creepy Connie, find another low-rent rat trap to live in!  Your ex is an ex for a reason, and I’m beginning to think it’s you!  Stalking is illegal.  Get a lawyer, and see a shrink!

And lastly, put the pictures in a box.  Some day the kids will want to remember the good things about you two, and not the screaming and yelling and plate throwing.  The pictures will help.

Oh, and did I mention, get a life!