Couple of Crumbs

Throwback Thursday: Ch-Ch-Changes

Red Velvet needs a little positivity in her life after some extremely demanding work days lately. Hence her choice of Ch-Ch-Changes…

I guess I’ve been thinking… what are you left with after 42 years of working? Hopefully some good friends and life lessons. I wonder if I will ever feel fulfilled by a profession or a job in general. Certainly, I can’t imagine spending thirty years in the same place. But I hope to God that someday (soon?) I will want to.

Here’s hoping re-reading it (or discovering it for the first time) leaves you feeling a little more hopeful!

P.S. Did you enter our giveaway yet? :)

Throwback Thursday

Funfetti: Usually I would be inclined to choose one of Red Velvet’s masterpieces but I think I need a reminder of the changes I have to make in my life.

I think the right lesson would have been cutting up the cards and showing me how to divide up my paychecks into a savings and checking account. You would think for an honor roll student, I would know to do these things. But I didn’t. Credit card debt does not just happen to stupid people. I am responsible in many aspects of my life, but this was just not one of them.

Here’s my Full Disclosure.

P.S. I really hope you read RV’s I am not a bank. It’s one of my new favorites.

Shake Up the Happiness

By: Funfetti

“It’s just nice to meet another human that shares my affinity for elf culture.” – Elf

I had the coolest grandma. Not only was she always laughing, or dancing with us, but she was always extremely thoughtful. Even though she hasn’t been around for almost 10 years, her love of the holidays is something we cannot forget. She’d set up her tree right after Thanksgiving, complete with singing ornaments and a miniature light-up working sleigh with Santa inside. Her living room was always filled with presents for everyone (and she managed to squeeze a lot of people into her apartment every year). I remember it was a cozy holiday. Every year.

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Anonymously Yours

By: Funfetti

When I was in middle school, I did a silly thing. For some crazy reason, I let a girl I was on-and- off friends with read an entry from my personal journal. (Knowing me, it was probably something about a boy.) Unfortunately, I had ranted about the above mentioned girl on an opposite page. And she had seen it. When I realized this, I stammered, mumbling something about a bad day and needing someone to take it out on. (I’m really nice, what can I say?) Thankfully it blew over but I vowed to never show my journal to anyone again (especially her).

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