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Things I Learned in 2015

Auctions are fun.

 Screen shot can be a girl's best defense.

 Losing weight and keeping it off is a lifestyle.

 Forgiveness does not mean you have to continue in any type of relationship with someone, whether business, professional, or personal.

 Your life is what you make it. Don't like something? Change it.

 Most people aren't willing to make changes.

 When filling out a comment card, the recipients are really only interested in positive comments.

 Apple cider vinegar is a menopausal girl's BFF.

When someone says, "Drop in anytime, take what you need." They don't mean it.

 Sometimes the most gracious behavior is just keeping your mouth shut.

 Things left in a pile to be thrown away are not always trash-bin worthy.

 Flying, though freakishly scary, can be done with lots of prayer support and without the use of medication or other things.

 Just because you notice errors on a website does not mean you should point them out to the owner.

 Silence truly is golden.

 Sometimes we clap because something is over, not because it was good.

 Chocolate babka.

 People need leaders to follow. 

 Shopping can be fun, it depends on where one chooses to shop.

 All relationships require effort to make them work.

 Netflix is so much better than network television.

 Walking away from some things is a lot easier than I'd anticipated.

 Someone's word is not very good anymore. "I'll do it" doesn't mean what it used to.

 People are going to talk about you. You can't stop them. Just be fabulous.

 I need a committee. 



Comments

  1. Becky DoughertyDecember 30, 2015 at 4:01 PM

    "Sometimes we clap because something is over, not because it was good." LOL Truth. I have been there and done that!

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