Since briefly mentioning in a previous post a while back about being frightened for the future following the election and inauguration of Donald J. Trump into the spot of President of the United States, I haven’t voiced much else. Why? Because it’s just so hard to believe that today’s political landscape is reality. Every news story, every bill draft, every tweet, every new policy announcement, every new discovery, every new
Chutzpah. Merriam-Webster says it’s: supreme self-confidence: nerve, gall. I don’t have it. You know who does have it? Donald J. Trump. In spades. Outwardly anyway. I’m not sure it’s even a good trait to have in most situations. I mean, if you’re supremely self-confidant, one could argue that it works to your detriment. That one with chutzpah shuts down any naysayers and refuses to consider any alternate options or opinions.
I’m tired. Oh. So. Tired. I haven’t had a decent full night’s sleep in at least a week or so. Why? Because apparently my dog breathes too loud, snores too loud, licks herself too loud, asks to go out and pee at ungodly hours and my wife-to-be’s cat pulls and scratches at doors too loud, wants to eat at ungodly hours and loves to sit on people and stare at
Yesssss! It’s time to start planning. Noooooo! Why the heck is everything wedding-related so expensive?! I’ve been married before, that’s no secret. This time, however, it’s the real thing. Because it’s the real thing, I want the REAL THING. LOL Last time was a last-minute, thrown together in about six weeks, super low budget, potluck affair at which I was the size of a house, 8 1/2 months pregnant, hot
This morning I awoke with a slightly brighter view of things. I spent quite a few (too many) hours yesterday doing some research into future options and then chose to sleep on the information. The stars must have aligned during the course of my slumber, as I logged in this morning to find paid work available! A few other things I currently have up in the air are starting to