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Sunday nights always give me a case of the blahs.
So I have been sitting here stumped for a reason to be excited about the coming week. I usually can give someone else 10 good reasons for themselves but when it comes to me we always are our own harshest critic.
So.

What maybe's will this week bring?

Maybe a new car? Mr PBS is doing his research for me after determing this household needs to reshape it's traveling ways. Cut backs and a lot of purchasing store brands are happening within these four walls. We (apparently) need to get a gas sipper from what I am being fed from the propaganda he is pelting me with.

Maybe a new job? One can hope with excitment something good might be around the corner. Wishful thinking doesn't make it happen hard, work and dedication does. Game on career. Game on.

Maybe more opportunity to reconnect with my Mom. Yes, she is still staying with us and I am asking lots of questions about her & my father. He didn't live to see me out of the toddler stage so I am terrified every day of my life I would/will be a disappointment him.

Maybe my dogs will learn to behave (she said hopefully)! They mean the world to me so despite my daily threats of them being "sent to BadNewz kennels" I will always be the one sneaking extra treats to the canine version of Lucy and Ethel.

Maybe my singleton friends will fall fast in love after a romantic chance meeting with "the one." That would make this friend very happy. Why doesn't everyone deserve a storybook beginning? It's becase we all do.

Maybe I will behold a more artistic side of myself other than dragging out the Krylon for painting the rusty porch rails. I gazed at the multimedia pictures I did when I was younger and asked "where did that girl go that held that brush and chalk?"

Maybe I will hear a symphony singing maybe's to me as I press enter and send this musing out into the universe.