Here is the blonde squirrel on the Texas Capitol grounds. The other squirrels are brown or gray. I was lucky to have my camera on the day that Blondie was near the sidewalk.
Blondie!
Weekly Photo Challenge: Unique
If you watch any TV, you’ve seen the commercials for dating web sites.
Match.com “The leading online dating site for singles and personals”
eHarmony.com “From single to soul mate”
ChristianMingle.com “Find God’s Match for You”
Ourtime.com “The premier online 50+ dating service”
There are hundreds of other specialized or local dating web sites. I asked hubby if he thought we would have been matched if we had profiles on a dating web site. “No,” he laughed, without elaborating.
I agree with him. No, indeed. However, I know who would show up as my match: Sheldon Cooper of The Big Bang Theory (portrayed by Jim Parsons).
Jim Parsons (You can tell he’s not in his Sheldon role, as he’s not wearing two t-shirts.)
Sheldon has a low skill level when it comes to social interaction and he’s from Texas. That makes two things we have in common. I’m sure this is all that would be needed for any dating web site to ring the bell and declare him as “The One” for me.
However, I don’t think I would be “The One” for Sheldon. I have a Liberal Arts degree from a university noted for its partying and sports. (I didn’t do either while there.) Even though a benefit of such a degree is that it makes me open to new ideas and, ultimately, upwardly compatible, Sheldon is a theoretical physicist and has made his feelings clear as to how low Liberal Arts are on the university food chain (the very bottom, and he would volunteer them for permanent elimination, if he had his way). He wouldn’t even consider speaking to me, much less go on a date. Sheldon is not downwardly compatible.
Fortunately, hubby and I get along, so I’ll go see if he’s still laughing at the idea of a dating web site matching us up. Now that I think about it, he has a science degree and he’s from Texas. Maybe we are compatible.
A year from now, you will wish you had started today. ~ Karen Lamb
When I return to my desk from a meeting, the sun has been shining through the window onto my chair. I sit down and immediately get back up. Whoa! Hot seat! Hot seat!
You are my sunshine . . .
This only happens in the winter, when the sun is low in the sky. In the summer, the sun is at a higher angle and its rays don’t reach my chair.
I never learn to turn my chair around when I get up to leave so that it doesn’t face the window. I could lower the blinds, but I don’t usually remember to do that. When I do, I decide that I just have to look out the window and I end up raising the blinds after only a few minutes.
It’s always something . . .
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