Droid Bionic vs. iPhone 5

Okay people. I need your help.

My cell phone’s 2-year contract was up yesterday, making me eligible for a super-duper discounted rate on a new phone. Do you know how hard it is for me not to run right down to the Verizon store and get me a new phone just because I am *that* into new electronic toys??

However tortuous it may be, I am making myself wait until the new phones come out. I did have three top choices: Droid Bionic, iPhone 5, or Samsung Galaxy S II. However, I’ve dropped the Samsung from my line up of possibles because I got the email today that the Galaxy S II will not be available on Verizon.

I am a loyal Verizon customer for a couple of reasons. One is that most of my friends and family are on Verizon, making my usage of billable minutes at a minimum. Plus, I have an “old” data plan, meaning I am one of the lucky few who still have unlimited data. I think the fact that they no longer make that available to you and make you pay for a “package” of mbs or whatever its called, totally sucks eggs. What a rip! The better and faster they make these phones, the more people are going to use the internet from their phones, and so they are going away from unlimited plans to take advantage of that. They say it is because as more and more people use the internet from their phones it makes too many people on the network at the same time. I say pshaw. I say they’re trying to get as much money out of people as possible.

But I digress…

My fear is that once I switch phones, they will not allow me to continue that. If that is the case, then that will give me pause as to whether or not I get a new phone, or wait and not switch until the one I have dies. It’s an original Droid from two years ago, which in human years translates to about age 75 in human years. Close to the end, but has a few good years left.

Here’s the Droid Bionic:

 

 

 

 

 

Here is a mock-up of the iPhone 5, because Apple isn’t releasing photos of it. But really, this doesn’t look much different from the iPhone 4. I suppose the difference is inside the phone and the OS.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The one thing I regret about not having the Samsung as a choice, is that Samsung has the most amazing screens. They have the blackest blacks, the clearest images I’ve ever seen on a cell phone. It’s mind-boggling. But oh well. Not an option.

I have friends on each side of the coin, some say “NO APPLE PRODUCTS” some say “APPLE ALL THE WAY!” I just depends, I guess, on which features you want and which you can live without. Each phone has its own merits and its own downsides.

Anyone out there an expert? Thoughts? Ideas? Opinions?

I’m at a loss.

The only thing that is swaying me toward the Bonic is that it has a release date of next month. Apple is playing it too close to the vest and being all mysterious about the iPhone 5′s release date. Ugh. I hate that.

Chime in; I’d love to hear any opinions.

Reconnecting

Last week, I went to Sacramento (about 2 hours from me) to meet my Atlanta friend, JW, for dinner. He was in Sacramento for a conference, and since he’s getting married soon and living 3,000 miles away, it is unlikely that we will see each other again. Not impossible, but unlikely. Besides, he’ll be all married and stuff. He’s the guy I visited when I was on the east coast in June, and then he barely has spoken with me since, that hurt my feelings so badly.

Well, I decided to go ahead and meet him in Sacramento, although I did so with mixed emotions. I cared more about the relationship than my own hurt feelings, and so I went. I knew I was going to want to stay in a hotel when I was down there, because I figured there would be wine involved with dinner and I didn’t want to drive Hwy. 99 in the dark. it’s just too busy and too many trucks. I took a half day off work on Tuesday and a half a day on Wednesday. It was easier that way. I decided to try Priceline for the first time, and figured what the heck! I’ll go for it. I did a “name your own price” option, which means you choose your star level and your price and if a hotel takes it, it charges your credit card and you get what you get. I decided to choose the downtown Sacramento area, four stars and $75.

I figured I’d never get a 4-star hotel for $75. I had a back up reservation at a La Quinta Inn about 5 miles from downtown for $65. Apples and oranges, definitely.

Well, to my surprise, a hotel accepted my offer!! The Hyatt Regency in downtown Sacramento took it. I think that the reason they were so willing to do so was because they are undergoing renovation, and so they were probably under booked. This hotel was awesome. I can’t say enough good things about it. It was in downtown Sacramento across the street from the Capital building and capital park. It was an amazing hotel. Every single person I encountered at this hotel was warm, welcoming and accommodating.

No, Hyatt is not compensating me for this post. I just had an awesome experience and I had to pass that along. This was possibly the very best hotel experience I’ve ever had.

I’ve done discounted hotel rates before, and have found that when you get an expensive hotel for a discount price, you get the worst room, and hotel staff who treat you with a barely disguised curl of their lip. However, the front desk person treated me as if I were paying rack rate for the room. I have found that, while it is my nature to be nice anyway, that if you smile and are warm to the front desk person as well, that they have the power to upgrade your room. I figured with my discounted price there is no way I’d get an upgrade, and in fact figured I’d get their worst room.

Not so! I was very pleasantly surprised when she offered to upgrade me to a corner executive suite (Score!!). The sign on the back of the door said the rack rate was $445! I got it for $75.00!! Totally aweome! Plus, the room had a nice sitting area and lots of light. This was perfect for visiting with my friend JW. Plus, his hotel was just a couple of blocks away. It was perfect.

Here are some pictures of the room:

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The bathroom was awesome! Absolutely fabulous finishes and fixtures. The shower was to die for.

I got checked into the hotel about 5pm and called JW. He was just getting back to his hotel from an excursion and he came right over to my hotel. I told him my room number, and he called me from the 5th floor hallway, asking me once again which room I was in? I told him I’d come out into the hallway and meet him, which I did. I opened the door, saw him, and got so excited that I came out into the hallway and gave him a big hug.

Without my hotel room key.

As I watched the door shut helplessly from too far away, I looked down and realized I was barefoot. Oy!

Thank goodness I had my driver’s license in my pocket. I looked at JW and he looked at me and we started to laugh. I had to go down to the front desk and sheepishly ask for my room key. In a four-star hotel. In my bare feet. They didn’t bat an eye. They were kind, accommodating and made me feel like I was not at all stupid for doing this. What a fantastic place.

Back up to the room, and we chatted for awhile. We talked about where to eat and I told him I wanted to take a shower and freshen up. He said he’d got back to his hotel and do the same, and then we’d decide where to go. About an hour later, I called him, and I went down and met him in the lobby. I asked the concierge for a “medium priced” restaurant within walking distance, and she recommended “Chops” which was just around the corner from the hotel.

Well, “medium priced” to a concierge at a four-star hotel is completely different than to someone like me or JW. But it was a fantastic restaurant. We both had prime rib and baked potato and we shared a bottle of Clos du Bois Merlot. It was heavenly. We had the most wonderful two hours just sitting there, eating, drinking ourselves tipsy and talking ourselves hoarse. The restaurant also had excellent service and we felt very special. They seemed much more comfortable with JW in a wheelchair than the restaurants did in Atlanta. They didn’t even blink an eye and spoke directly to him. Which, of course, is the right thing to do.

After dinner, we went back to my hotel and talked for another hour. By then the time zone difference was catching up to JW, as well as the wine. We hugged, I cried and blubbered all over him, knowing that this was probably going to be the last time I would ever see him again, at least like this. It was an amazing evening and I will treasure and cherish those memories forever. He’s a dear, sweet man and his fiancee is a lucky woman.

The Man’s Perspective

Here’s the blog site where I got the graphic for my post. I had to share this, because it is the man’s perspective on menopause, and pretty damn funny, once you get past wanting to pull his testicles out through his mouth.

Hmmm wonder what this obsession I seem to have with testicles lately??

At any rate read this post from The Road Gets Longer If I Stop blog. It’s funny! Mostly…. :)

Having a “Menopause Day”

One of my readers, Nicola, opined that I should post more about menopause; ergo the name of my blog, and blog about it from a humorous perspective because, truly, laughter is the best medicine.

Of course when you’re in menopause, you laugh and cry within the same five minutes, but that’s just the way menopause is. You’re up. You’re down. You’re happy. You’re sad. You’re crying. You’re laughing. You’re contemplating bodily harm to someone because you’re Just. That. Irritated. Your tolerance level is about minus-zero.

This is how a menopause day goes.

I get up in the morning and decide I absolutely must go to the grocery store, because the only thing in the refrigerator is bottled water, beer, and soft drinks and a shriveled tomato that looks oddly like a testicle, but I’m not really sure because it’s been years since I’ve seen a testicle, and thinking about my lack of sex just pisses me off, so I take the damn tomato and throw it in the garbage and slam the lid.

Then because I can’t stand the thought of the tomato/testicle being in my garbage and reminding me that I am a hormonal, middle-aged woman and not about to be mistaken by any stretch of anyone’s imagination for a MILF, I grab the half-empty garbage bag and head for the door, after changing my clothes twice because the first time I got dressed I was freezing, and now I’m wringing wet. The pants that fit last week won’t button, and my feet are so swollen I have to wear flip flops because my feet won’t go into my shoes. I find myself wishing it wasn’t socially unacceptable to wear slippers to the store, and briefly contemplate doing it anyway. My face is breaking out, my hair just won’t do a damn thing because somehow it’s lost all it’s life.

Finally, I just jam a baseball cap on my head, throw on a t-shirt and sweats, and swear a blue streak when putting on my underwire bra which pokes me in my side fat, but I have to wear the bra because my boobs hang down to my waist and look like they are made of jello, they are *that* floppy.

Then I open the door, walk outside, toss the garbage bag into the bin, and get into the car and begin the drive to the grocery story. Then some poor, unsuspecting man pulls out in front of me in his car. I then proceed to run him off the road, storm out of my car, stomp over to his window, reach in and pull him out of the car through the window by his balls, and snarl in his face, “I’m menopausal, you jackass, I don’t think you’ll be wanting to do that anymore.” Then my head spins around on my shoulders, I spew a little pea soup. I drop the poor man into a heap on the side of the road and stomp back to my car, snarling and snapping.

Then hop back in the car and continue down the road, pulling into the supermarket parking lot. I get out and grab a cart. I push it inside, and the music playing overhead was the first dance I danced with my high school boyfriend at junior prom and suddenly my throat clogs up and I feel tears welling in my eyes. I’m not quite sure if it is due to nostalgia or the fact that my favorite slow dance is now Muzak coming over the grocery store speakers, played by the 101 String Orchestra.

Surreptitiously I dab at my eyes after faking a sneeze, because I wouldn’t want anyone to see me crying over nothing in the store. As I browse the produce, stopping to pick out a couple more tomatoes (because the last one I had is now at the bottom of the garbage bin). I don’t dare look at the cucumbers or bananas, then I get pissed off again because I decide that sex is overrated anyway and I’m just too tired to have any even if some man found me even remotely attractive in my sweats that I forgot had a rip in the seam, I forgot to put make up on and now I see that the t-shirt has a stain on it. But at least I remembered my bra so my boobs aren’t rolling around.

Looking at the display of tomatoes, the thought of picking one out is just too overwhelming, and I feel the tears threatening again. Finally, I just grab a tomato and put it in my basket and continue on, wandering aimlessly up and down the aisles because I forgot my list and my menopause-fogged memory is so bad I absolutely cannot remember what I needed. Then I walk to the beverage aisle and pick up bottled water, beer, and soft drinks next to my single tomato.

Suddenly I feel my face begin to flush, and sweat breaks out all over. Oh no, it’s a hot flash!! I run as fast as I can, pushing my cart before me, to the frozen food aisles, knocking over old ladies and small children. I open the door to the frozen food freezer and stand there, letting the cold air wash over me, closing my eyes in relief.

As the hot flash passes, I open my eyes and find myself starting at…. them. I stare as if mesmerized. There, in the middle of the grocery store, I come face to face with my old lovers. They are the wicked desires of my darkest dreams. Two men with whom I carried on a torrid affair for years, both at the same time. Sneaking out at midnight for clandestine rendezvous. Furtive dips and licks with tongues, and stolen moments in the front seat of my car. Memories wash over me as I stand there, stunned. Just a few short months ago, I had turned my back on them without a word, shutting the door of my heart to their cries. They had become my obsession; a sick, guilty feeling stealing over me even now as I stared them down. They stared back at me, accusingly. Why did you leave us? they seemed to say. Why did you walk away?

Yes there they were, before my very eyes. I think I drooled a little. My old lovers, Ben & Jerry. I take a shaky breath and turn away, closing the freezer door resolutely behind me. I try not to think about their creamy, rich, chocolately goodness. I am better off without them, I tell myself.

Exhausted from the encounter, I walk numbly to the checkout counter. The clerk looks at my basket of bottled water, beer, soda and a single solitary tomato, puzzled. Then he shrugs and starts to ring up my purchases.

I drive home, put away my things and realize that I still have no groceries. I start to laugh, and end up crying. I pull off all my clothes, pull on my nightgown and fall facedown on my bed for a nap.

Menopause sucks. And the aforementioned story is a figment of my fevered imagination. Or an exaggeration thereof. Except the no sex part. That is absolutely true. And that sucks worst of all.

Have a great Thursday! I need a margarita…or a cold shower!! :)

Words to Live By

I don’t often re-post, but got this in email and just had to pass it along.

Written by Regina Brett, 90 years old, of the Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio .

“To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I’ve ever written.

My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:

1. Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good.

2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.

3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.

4. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.

5. Pay off your credit cards every month.

6. You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.

7. Cry with someone. It’s more healing than crying alone.

8. It’s OK to get angry with God. He can take it.

9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.

10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.

11.. Make peace with your past so it won’t screw up the present.

12. It’s OK to let your children see you cry..

13. Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.

14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn’t be in it.

15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don’t worry; God never blinks..

16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.

17. Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful.

18. Whatever doesn’t kill you really does make you stronger.

19. It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.. But the second one is up to you and no one else.

20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don’t take no for an answer.

21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don’t save it for a special occasion. Today is special.

22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.

23. Be eccentric now. Don’t wait for old age to wear purple.

24. The most important sex organ is the brain.

25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.

26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words ‘In five years, will this matter?’

27. Always choose life.

28. Forgive everyone everything.

29. What other people think of you is none of your business.

30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.

31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.

32. Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.

33. Believe in miracles.

34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn’t do.

35. Don’t audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.

36. Growing old beats the alternative — dying young.

37. Your children get only one childhood.

38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.

39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.

40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else’s, we’d grab ours back.

41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.

42. The best is yet to come…

43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

44. Yield.

45. Life isn’t tied with a bow, but it’s still a gift.”

I’m not a freak, I’m an introvert!

For years I have struggled with my feelings of overwhelm when I don’t have time to recharge my batteries on the weekends. Anything, even fun things, that take up my weekends leave me feeling resentful and anxious. Resentful because I have to “give up” my alone time; anxious because I feel selfish and rude. When people ask me to do things on the weekend, my first impulse is to say “no” even if it is fun and I want to go.

Ever since my husband and I divorced last year, I’ve been reveling in living alone. My happiest moments of the day involve coming home from work, locking the door and not going back outside until it’s time to go to work the next day. Weekends, I can happily come home on Friday, close and lock the door and not come out again until Monday morning when its time to go to work.

My job is in human resources, an intensely people-oriented job. I find this very ironic, because the job completely drains me of energy. I am very comfortable with my own company and happily spend hours by myself; in fact this is my preference. I wonder sometimes if I will or even should, get married again. I’ve become very stressed and anxious about my lack of social ability, and even felt guilty because I feel like I’m being very selfish. Sometimes even if someone calls me on the phone during my alone time, it irritates me and I don’t want to talk to them. People have gotten hurt feelings because I don’t answer the phone, don’t want to come over, don’t want to get together. Even answering emails is exhausting sometimes.

Today, I got all ready and walked down to the swimming pool in my complex. It is rarely used, and so I looked forward to going down there and swimming, relaxing and reading by the pool. When I got halfway there, I saw that someone else was using the pool. Only one person, but yet I got very upset and turned around and came back. I resented that person being at the pool, and I did not want to be at the pool if anyone else was there. Part of it is my being so overweight; I’m very sensitive to being stared at because of it. Sometimes I think I could very happily live all alone with no one around for miles and miles and I would be perfectly happy that way. Sometimes I fear becoming an agoraphobic. I have worried that I am depressed, that I have some psychological problem that I need to overcome. Am I afraid of exposure to other people because I’m afraid of rejection? I experience a huge feeling of relief at the end of the day, when I come home and that door closes. I lock it and feel as if a huge weight is lifted off my shoulders. I pull my clothes off, put on my PJs or my shorts and t-shirt, and just feel happy. I fear criticism of any kind and always having to be “on” all the time when I’m around other people is exhausting.

When I came back from the pool, denying myself the pleasure of a swim just because a person was there, concerned me a great deal. My reluctance to give up my weekends to visit friends and family worried me. I began to think something was wrong with me (and perhaps people who are extroverts and don’t understand might think so). Perhaps I suffer from some sort of social anxiety disorder.

So I started Googling this reaction. I tried all kinds of things. Then I remembered that on the Meyers-Briggs scale, I am an INFJ — Introverted, iNtuitive, Feeling, Judger. Introverted. Hmmm…. I Googled introvert…and read page after page after page of people who are experiencing the same things. I am not damaged; I’m an introvert! What a huge relief to realize that this is “normal” behavior for an introvert and that others experience the same anxiety and energy drain from being around people, and often need hours of alone time to recharge their batteries. Unless I marry a very understanding man, I may never be able to be married ever again.

I was an awkward, geeky kid, and my peers made fun of me on a regular basis from the time I was small. My mother dressed me funny, I was tall and wore glasses in Jr. High, and those years were probably the worst torture of my entire life. Did being made fun of make me introverted, or was I introverted always and the teasing made me withdraw even more? I’ve always been a quiet kid, a quiet adult, who only had one really close friend and lots of acquaintances. I’ve learned to be poised and comfortable in public, even giving trainings and presentations. But I go home at the end of the day exhausted, and then to have to meet the needs and demands of a husband and family makes things worse for me. My husband(s) always resented the fact that I needed “downtime” and “alone time” with the door closed. After reading about introversion, now I know why. I wish both they and I could have recognized my need for this and maybe that way they wouldn’t have felt rejected by me.

When I read this article, I almost cried with relief. This is me to a “T.” It was published on this site:

“People don’t outgrow introversion, so the introverted adult was once an introverted child. What is true of one is true of both. Contrary to popular opinion, introverts are not asocial, nor are they friendless loners who lack social skills. They simply have different social needs and preferences.

Friendships
It is not easy for introverts to make new friends because getting to know someone takes so much energy. However, introverts don’t need a wide circle of friends. They prefer one or two close friends, even though they may know many people and have a large number of acquaintances. In spite of this preference, introverts are frequently criticized for not making an effort to make more friends and are often seen to be lacking social skills.

Social Preferences
Introverts need a lot of personal space. They like being in a room alone with the door closed [OMG this is so me!!!] and those who don’t understand introverts believe this desire to be alone is a sign of depression. However, for introverts this behavior is normal; it is not a sign of withdrawing from life. Being around others is tiring for them so they need time alone in order to regain some of their energy [if only more people understood this]. Being alone also gives them a chance to think and figure things out uninterrupted. Introverts don’t enjoy large parties and if they have to attend one, prefer to spend their time with just one or two others, talking about what they all know a lot about. Introverted children may prefer to play on the side with one or two other children.

Preferred Activities
Introverts enjoy activities they can do alone or with just a few others. It’s not surprising, then, that so many introverted gifted children love to read [I'm not a freak; I'm gifted! Right?!? hehe]. They also tend to prefer activities that allow for creative expression, like creative writing, music, and art. Introverted children also enjoy quiet and imaginative play. When presented with an opportunity to participate in a group activity or game, introverts prefer to hang back and watch before they join in. Many people see this as shyness, but it’s not. They feel more comfortable with situations that are familiar to them and they are simply trying to become familiar with the activity before they join in.[OMG yes yes yes yes!!]

Social Behavior
Introverts tend to be quiet and subdued. They dislike being the center of attention, even if the attention is positive. It’s not surprising, then, that introverts don’t brag about their achievements or knowledge. In fact, they may know more than they’ll admit. It may be the introverted gifted children who are more at risk for “dumbing down” since they would be more likely to want to hide their abilities.When introverts are tired, in a large group, or if too much is going on, they may show little animation, with little facial expression or body movement. Introverts also have two distinct personalities: a private one and a public one. That can explain why they can be talkative in comfortable settings, like home, and quiet elsewhere.

Social Interaction
While introverts may appear to lack social skills or be antisocial, neither is true. Their style of social interaction is simply different from that of extroverts. They tend to listen more than they talk and are excellent listeners. They are attentive and will make eye contact with the person they are listening to and rarely interrupt. When they do talk, introverts tend to say what they mean and may look away from the person they’re talking to. They dislike small talk and would rather say nothing than something they feel is insignificant. Although introverts are quiet, they will talk incessantly if they’re interested in the topic. They also dislike being interrupted when they talk, or when they’re working on some project.

Verbal Expression
If given a choice, introverts would rather express their ideas in writing than in speech. When they do speak, they need time to think before answering a question. Sometimes they even feel the need to mentally rehearse what they want to say before they say it. The need to think before speaking often results in the introvert being slow to respond to questions or comments. When they talk, they may also pause quite often and even have problems finding the right word. [This is the one part of introversion that so doesn't apply to me. I do listen and am an excellent listener, and I prefer writing to speaking (if I am upset with you, I will be more likely to write you a note than confront you verbally); however I think very quickly and I speak quickly and it makes me batshit crazy to talk to someone who can't get their words out and pause a lot. My thoughts are rapid-fire, so is my speech. hehe]

Emotions and Emotional Responses
Introverts become emotionally drained after spending time with others, particularly strangers. They don’t like crowded places and introverted children can even become grouchy and irritable if they’ve been around too many people for too long. Even when introverts enjoyed a party or activity, they can feel drained afterwards. Parents often sign their introverted children up for numerous activities to help them improve their social skills, but an activity-filled schedule is overwhelming for these children. Introverts are also rather territorial. They dislike sharing space with others for too long and may find house guests intrusive. Introverts also have a hard time sharing their feelings and feel deeply embarrassed by public mistakes. [OMG this is so completely and totally me!!]

Other Traits and Preferences
Introverts can concentrate intensely on a book or project for a long time if they find it interesting and like to explore subjects deeply and thoroughly. That may be why introverts don’t like to be bothered when they are reading or working on a project. Introverts are highly aware of their inner world of perceptions, thoughts, ideas, beliefs, and feelings. They are also highly aware of their surroundings, noticing details that others don’t see. However, they are not quick to discuss their thoughts or observations. They may, for example, wait days or weeks to talk about events. Introverts also favor consistency over change, and cope with change best when they know ahead of time what to expect and have enough time to prepare for it.”
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Wow. Just….wow!!

One article suggested that introverts are on the autism spectrum. While I think that these days, any “odd” behavior is being labeled “autistic” I certainly am no expert, and it is very possible that many behaviors are “on the spectrum.” It is very true that too much stimulus makes me crazy and I need peace and quiet apparently a lot more than others. I will often spend time with no noise (no TV, no music) and I find that very soothing. I don’t like to be disrupted by noise from others, and thus my longing to be a hermit, sometimes. I don’t want to hear my neighbors at all. Period. Like my neighbors baby crying through the bedroom wall. *sighs*.

At any rate, I just had to share this. I thought there was something wrong with me; turns out I am a very typical introvert. I don’t feel like such a freak now and maybe if I explain this to my parents they will understand why I may be reluctant to “give up” my weekends to do family stuff. My brother has Asberger’s Syndrome, which is definitely on the autism spectrum. Hopefully this will help them understand why I am the way I am.

Or, as Popeye says it, “I yam what I yam.” :)

Have a great weekend, everyone!

If its Friday, it must be meme . . .

It’s time once again for Friday Fill-Ins, the uber-cool meme that helps your overtaxed brain get a blog post in without a whole lot of effort.

And…here we go!

1. How can I manage to lose all this weight?

2. I smoked weed in college. And yes, I inhaled. A lot. hehe

3. My hair has really changed due to menopause.

4. My 35th high school reunion was this year.

5. My favorite summer fruits are peaches and green grapes.

6. My friend in Georgia not IMing me anymore after I visited him there …what was that?

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to relaxing and watching a movie, tomorrow my plans include having my ex-bff over for dinner and trying to mend fences with her (I am doubtful) and Sunday, I want to go to the movies in the theater!

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