Sharing my world 1/22/18

Calvin-and-Hobbes-huggingList 2 things you have to be happy about. I was telling my husband, Doug, last night that I’m very content with my life. We have a roof over our heads, food on the table, and relatively nice clothes on our backs. I don’t have to worry about where my next meal is coming from, nor do I have to worry about how we are going to pay the bills. We’re not living hand to mouth (though we are living from paycheck to paycheck because it was six months between jobs last year, and that’s a little scary… but that’s hopefully about to change). Anyway, I have a husband who loves me and enough resources that we can afford to have pets. My husband is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’m grateful every day that our paths crossed.

labroadite

Not mine… but it’s this labradorite

Have you ever owned a rock, pet rock, or gem that is not jewelry? I’ve owned so many rocks and non-jewelry gems that I can’t even begin to list them here. I don’t have any pictures for y’all because they come and go, and I don’t know where any of them are at the moment. But yeah. I like rocks. Not so much that I pick every little rock up that I see, but I have been known to pick up rocks from the ground and carry them around with me for awhile. Or set them on my table/counter/desk for a spell just because. I mean, I like little things that look pretty. Sue me. But I don’t keep things like that around for very long. I hold on to them for a while, and then they migrate out of my life. I hardly notice when they’re gone sometimes. It’s not like they have any significant, emotional value to me. I think somewhere around here is a slice of mineral that’s supposed to help with bad dreams… or something. I don’t remember. If I find it, I’ll take a picture of it. That’s the last rock I actually purchased from someone. Unless you count the wedding ring we bought — which is made of tungsten carbide, which is a metal, and that’s kind of a rock… but it is jewelry, so I guess that doesn’t count.

handshake hug

handshake hug

Are you a hugger or a non-hugger? That totally depends on my mood and the situation. If I’m in a social situation and I know the people I’m with, and I’m in a good mood, I’m a hugger all of the way. If I’m in a social situation and I’m kind of familiar with the people I’m with, and everyone else is hugging, and I’m in a good mood, then yep, I’ll hug everyone too. I’m okay with that.  If I’m in a social situation and I know one, maybe two people there and I’m in a not so good mood, it’s handshakes all around, maybe the good ol’ handshake and one armed hug. Like, I’m hugging you but our hands are between us so don’t get the wrong idea, buddy. If I’m in a social situation and I like most of the people there, I’ll hug the ones I like and shake hands with the people I don’t like, or, again, handshake with one armed hug — I guess they call it a “bro hug” nowadays. Why not?

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

It’s been a pretty quiet week this week. But I did see this video that was pretty awesome:

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