You can pick your friends. And you can pick your nose. But you can't pick your friend's nose. (In my opinion, that depends on what kind of friends you have....I won't over think it)
I've always thought this was a pretty punny saying. Word play-who doesn't love it? Like most common phrases that I try to repeat, I always screw this one up in some way. Usually I start with something like, "You can choose your friends..." you see where it goes astray.
More important than not picking noses, I've been in thought, real deep thought ;) lately about not picking circumstances. While I'm a proponent of making life happen...doing what you gotta do...and all that, I realize as I get older that there is just $hit (it's a family site) that happens that we cannot pick our way out of.
I constantly try to think of possible better outcomes if I (queen of the world) were given more control, in having to deal with a situation that seems so unnecessary and...not fun. I tend to falsely rely on my schmoozing skills (whatever, you do it too) far too often in regards to getting out of these sticky sitchesThinking I can blog, I mean talk, my way out of just about anything thrown my way. Generally I'm right (bragging), but there are times I'm wrong in thinking this way and those times are pretty lame. Not only is an overwhelming feeling of angst upon me, but guilt as well, thinking I can control so much more than I actually can.
You tired yet?
Alright now let's put on our black framed glasses and listen to some acoustic guitar.
I've always thought this was a pretty punny saying. Word play-who doesn't love it? Like most common phrases that I try to repeat, I always screw this one up in some way. Usually I start with something like, "You can choose your friends..." you see where it goes astray.
More important than not picking noses, I've been in thought, real deep thought ;) lately about not picking circumstances. While I'm a proponent of making life happen...doing what you gotta do...and all that, I realize as I get older that there is just $hit (it's a family site) that happens that we cannot pick our way out of.
I constantly try to think of possible better outcomes if I (queen of the world) were given more control, in having to deal with a situation that seems so unnecessary and...not fun. I tend to falsely rely on my schmoozing skills (whatever, you do it too) far too often in regards to getting out of these sticky sitchesThinking I can blog, I mean talk, my way out of just about anything thrown my way. Generally I'm right (bragging), but there are times I'm wrong in thinking this way and those times are pretty lame. Not only is an overwhelming feeling of angst upon me, but guilt as well, thinking I can control so much more than I actually can.
You tired yet?
Alright now let's put on our black framed glasses and listen to some acoustic guitar.
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