13 things I learned in 2013

13 things I learned in 2013

1.)    13 is not necessarily bad luck (11 is worse)

2.)    A baker’s dozen is the difference in you thinking you can eat 1 more, go for 12

3.)    One shouldn’t need to choose between colored lights or white on their X-mas tree, both is best!

4.)    Writer’s cannot help but be hermits cause they are not wired to focus on too many things

5.)    If you must “be a friend to have a friend,” I must get up earlier or I may be my only friend

6.)    Alcohol ICK  only applies to those of us whose propensity in life is “more is better” Less is More,

7.)    I don’t have any regrets, just work to do in hindsight

8.)    My best friends can indeed hear the call of my heart and the pain in my words, perhaps I will just accept I’m not the mystery I had hoped to be

9.)    People are my greatest gift, I should start to interact with them outside of characters on paper

10.)  Pre-Manstral Syndrome, PMS XY is just as tumultuous for parents as PMS  XX

11.)  If anything at all is missing in my house, eyelash curlers, the remote, Chili powder, the hammer, my new lipstick,  I can find it under my daughters bed

12.)  I never thought I would refer to Y2K as iconic a time period as the grunge scene, just way shorter

13.)  I never thought I would cry from tears of joy, but this year, I did and could care less about my mascara, which I finally put on…after I found it under Ava’s bed

 

14. Admittedly I am still superstitious…2013 taught me that you can feel as though you know someone from watching them on T.V., I miss you Tony Soprano, even though you didn’t know me 😦

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