"The last thing I want to be remembered as is an annoying blabber mouth. "
Believe
Brooks & Dunn do.
We spend it without even thinking about it. We can’t make more of it. We cherish it. We manage it. We justify it. We waste it, we use it. We can’t reuse it. Can’t recycle it. Can’t go back on it. We’re only given a limited supply of it and once it’s gone, it’s gone for good. No matter what, it keeps on pushing forward. No matter what.
Time.
Time heals.
Time walks in.
Time walks out.
Time tells you to trust.
Time tells you to move.
Time tells you to breath.
Time tells you to give up.
Time tells you to forgive.
Time tells you to wake up.
Time tells you to take a stand.
Time tells this little Cherokee Maiden that she can wish in one hand and shit in the other, but one will fill up first.
What does that mean? It means Make IT Happen. It means wishing and dreaming are fine and good but that doesn’t put IT in your hand, you don’t HAVE it, until you go get it.
What is IT? It’s more than a feeling, it’s a heap of memories, it’s a chance, it’s a god willing look at living that taps you into a synchronisity of events that bring you what you have today and what you will work on tomorrow.
~ ~ ~
I did something my stylist told me never to do. “Don’t take it out on your hair!” I did. The underside of my hair has been dyed a dark reddish brown with some accents around my face. I fear for where this will go next…It’s the third time I’ve done this. My natural hair colour is brown (when I was born it was black) and my deepest darkest desire has been to go back to brown in some form or another. Blond has been…well, it's been, fun….always good to have some fun.
Shopping. Mom and I put in a good solid eight hours of it today. Troopers. Twas a bountiful load!!! Arrrg!!!! PLUS finally a new bra. This has been an endeavour and any woman with breasts to sling, large or small, can attest to this. I had a bra-stealing episode from my car while attending a gala event and have been stuck with a “make-do” bra while I hunted down a new one. My favourite from La Vie En Rose was discontinued. But. Today, I can stick out my chest in pride! Albeit the VERY BEST THING about my month of unemployment was NOT wearing a bra every day. Ohhhh happiness IS. Time also tells you when to take off your bra!
Nancy
*CLICK BELOW FOR A LISTEN!*
John Candy
...and a little extra Candy for my sweet tooth ~ I like it sweet ;)
Brooks & Dunn do.
We spend it without even thinking about it. We can’t make more of it. We cherish it. We manage it. We justify it. We waste it, we use it. We can’t reuse it. Can’t recycle it. Can’t go back on it. We’re only given a limited supply of it and once it’s gone, it’s gone for good. No matter what, it keeps on pushing forward. No matter what.
Time.
Time heals.
Time walks in.
Time walks out.
Time tells you to trust.
Time tells you to move.
Time tells you to breath.
Time tells you to give up.
Time tells you to forgive.
Time tells you to wake up.
Time tells you to take a stand.
Time tells this little Cherokee Maiden that she can wish in one hand and shit in the other, but one will fill up first.
What does that mean? It means Make IT Happen. It means wishing and dreaming are fine and good but that doesn’t put IT in your hand, you don’t HAVE it, until you go get it.
What is IT? It’s more than a feeling, it’s a heap of memories, it’s a chance, it’s a god willing look at living that taps you into a synchronisity of events that bring you what you have today and what you will work on tomorrow.
~ ~ ~
I did something my stylist told me never to do. “Don’t take it out on your hair!” I did. The underside of my hair has been dyed a dark reddish brown with some accents around my face. I fear for where this will go next…It’s the third time I’ve done this. My natural hair colour is brown (when I was born it was black) and my deepest darkest desire has been to go back to brown in some form or another. Blond has been…well, it's been, fun….always good to have some fun.
Shopping. Mom and I put in a good solid eight hours of it today. Troopers. Twas a bountiful load!!! Arrrg!!!! PLUS finally a new bra. This has been an endeavour and any woman with breasts to sling, large or small, can attest to this. I had a bra-stealing episode from my car while attending a gala event and have been stuck with a “make-do” bra while I hunted down a new one. My favourite from La Vie En Rose was discontinued. But. Today, I can stick out my chest in pride! Albeit the VERY BEST THING about my month of unemployment was NOT wearing a bra every day. Ohhhh happiness IS. Time also tells you when to take off your bra!
The new job rocks – too much to write about that. I can say that a highlight aside from all the wonderful men and women I am meeting (I can't remember when I've laughed this much at work - I needed this!) is that I work with a John Candy look alike. You're not Canadian in my books unless you watched SCTV.
"You know what I always say, you don't know what you don't know until you know, and then you know."
Free Hugs,Nancy
*CLICK BELOW FOR A LISTEN!*
John Candy
...and a little extra Candy for my sweet tooth ~ I like it sweet ;)
"Oh, he's drunk. How would he know where we're going?"
What a moron.
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