Obsessions, or rather, hobbies....

are like underwear. It's best to have hundreds.  A few of my obsessions/hobbies are personal finance, reading, and history.  When I finally get a laptop of my own, I hope to add blogging and writing.  I do have more, but have to neglect them because of money or time.

New colours...

Hope everybody likes them.  I sure do.

Arg...stupid Blogger....

Why can't I post a comment after one of my posts? Why?

Riding my bike

I've been going for a bike ride just about every evening since just before the end of July.  Haven't lost any weight yet, but my legs must be stronger, because it's so much easier to ride uphill now than it used to be.  Plus, I'm in a much better mood after the ride.  I think that's called endorphins.

So I have an anger problem....

that is probably to be expected, since I grew up with a syndrome that no one even knew existed in women and girls until the early 90's, and is still misunderstood, and a mother who is sometimes a bully. Still can't afford to move out.  I get angrier and anxious if I think about this too much.

Same ol', same ol'.....

Work, then home, work then home. So I thought that I would break up the monotomy by posting this.
And this. Bet you didn't know that. I did, but had forgotten, so I looked it up.

Why so blase? Why so casual?

It's been bugging me for a long, long time that so many people assume that I should just be able to get on it, no questions asked, when the truth is that when I do apply, I either get denied, my application can't be processed because of a technicality or I fall through one or another of those nasty little loopholes.