I never really call “Beginning of the Year Goals” by their more standard call sign (“Resolutions”) because it’s possible to still strive toward nebulous “goals” even after you’ve broken your ill-advised and unrealistic resolution.
One of those goals was to Facebook less, and maybe even see how long I could go without posting my ego-building drivel. Continue reading
Back in the day, there was no more important issue to me than making sure you knew mine was the true first graduating class of the new millennium. Those Class of 2000 Dorks had no concept that things start over at 1, not zero. My blood pressure is rising just thinking about it. That has nothing to do with this post. I just thought I'd share.
I knew I was getting old the day I went to church camp and thought, “Wow, these skirts are too short and this music is too loud.” Continue reading