I was seven years old the first time I heard the album Bat Out of Hell, performed by the recently departed artist known as Meat Loaf.
WriteOut of Her Mind
Never grow up. Never take yourself too seriously. Never accept the judgements of others who seek to change who you are, and never stay with someone who hurts you.
Christmas already feels like a distant memory, but a good one all the same. My family came through with two interesting gifts for me: a “start” gift and a “stop” gift. Brilliant.
Okay 2022, before we make this official, pull up a chair and let me fix you a good stiff drink.
Well, Santa, we’re nearing the big day and I can only speak for myself when I say, it’s going to be what it’s going to be and I haven’t got an ounce of energy left to care about what it isn’t going to be, so let’s get this holiday going and let the tinsel fall where it may.
Dear Santa, It’s me again. I’m sure you remember me. I mean, really, how could you forget? (Wink.)
“It’s coming on Christmas, they’re cutting down trees, their putting up reindeer and singing songs of joy and peace. I wish I had a river I could skate away on.”
The day before the first snow fall, I had my winter tires put on my car by trusted professionals.
One month until Christmas. That time is going to fly by in the hyper holiday hurry of planning, shopping, decorating and hosting.
I keep a running list of things I need to do – chores that I’ll get to eventually, at some point, when I have free time. Ha, ha. Free time. That’s funny.
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