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Goal: To park in the garage.

As each weekend rolls around, we start the ‘Dance of 5 Boxes’. “Must unpack 5 boxes”, is our chant. All weekend we wander around the house trying to put things somewhere, anywhere. Just some place that makes sense. Things go in the trash only to mysteriously reappear. If one spouse throws it away, the other might pull it out. Several arguments and snit fits have ensued. Nightly ninja trash can raids have been witnessed by the locals. The dreaded ‘guilt card’ has even been played.

The other night I caught myself actually running the bag right out to the curb. If you don’t want to take the trash out, then suffer the consequences.

I win! I win! I win!

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On the way to work this morning in the fog, I got to thinking about what my resolutions would be for next year. Most years I don’t even bother. There is the age-old ‘Loose Weight’. The number one broken resolution of all time. This year I think I’ll start small. I’m going to try and be polite. Yes, you heard me. Polite. You know, what your mother tried to instill in you. Saying ‘Thank You’. Smiling like you really are glad to be alive and breathing! How about not saying anything bad if you don’t have anything good to say. Like remembering that ‘the truth’ is all part of your perspective and that people have the right to their opinions and their ‘truth’!

Okay. Okay. I’ll get off my soap box. But I think the world would be a better place if we all just were a lot more accepting of others and their view points. Amen. Enough said…

Happy New Year and may your 2006 be better than your 2005.

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Every now and then I read a blog entry that really hits the spot and seems to come from the heart. I’ve been reading Tomato Nation now for several years. The writing is great and “The Vine” is about one of the most practical and in-touch advice columns out there.

This entry The Vine 12-14-05, the last letter in particular, hit me hard.

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Yes, I am insane. I can state it categorically. I cannot deny it. I am enjoying scaring the hell out of people. Yes, I admit it. It’s a new thrill this growing power. But yet somehow disturbing in a weird sort of way.

I once had a job review that stated: “[fill in name]’s facial expressions lead to confrontations”. I’ve spent years denying it. But now after the latest episode, I have embraced my dark side and am enjoying my new found powers. This power only seems to affect men. I look. They quake. And then they blurt out, “I haven’t done anything. It wasn’t me!”

After several days of working with a group of guys doing a marathon software installation, I came dragging into the conference room. No coffee yet. Still feeling a bit of road rage, I sat down in the quiet and fired up my laptop to begin another day. One of the Project Managers, asked a question. I guess as I was thinking through all the complications this question might lead to, I looked his way. He shrank down in his chair, got this terrified mouse-like look on his face, and blurted out “Love You”.

I couldn’t help it. I busted up laughing. “Love You” was the catch phrase of the day.

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What is it about people that they always feel obligated to point out the pitfalls of your happiness? Why can’t people just be happy for you?

Not sour grapes here but just trying to understand. As you get older happiness becomes a more elusive quantity. Sometimes you almost feel like being happy will somehow bring down the wrath of the gods. It’s been a long time since I’ve had that belly jiggling laugh that has you gasping for breath with tears streaming down your face…

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