I had read an article in one of the little magazines which came by the house (you know, the ones which offer home repair and decoration advice but throw in lots of ads?) and it just...hit home. It had talked about how many people are pissed off these days, short tempered and grumpy and when you asked them how they're doing or how the day went, they count off all the horrid things/crappy things that happened. They called it 'bad math'. Now, apparently there had been studies where people who have counted their blessings, good things, etc. got a better night's sleep, in better mental and physical health. They called this 'good math'. All this got me thinking: what am I greatful for? What blessings have I counted amongst all the bad stuff which is constantly running rampid in the 'ole brain?

- a roof over our heads
- our own place
- living in a peaceful country where I can state my opinion and feel free to practice a faith without persecution.
- in good health
- family
- good friends
- job

When looking at all this, I have to smile.

Yep, its good math.

And yep, I'm feelin' much better now.

How about you?

My good math counts the blessings of my

- abacus

- slide rule

- calculator

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My "good math" ~

1. I have a wonderful family who loves me, despite all of my faults
2. My job is often fun and I am not over-managed
3. I have fantastic friends, some of which I actually got to see this week
4. I have two hands, a brain, and a big heart -- things which cannot be over-valued

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Life is too short not to love and be loved....preferably multiple times in one night.

I think men talk to women so they can sleep with them and women sleep with men so they can talk to them. ~ Jay McInerney

My "good math" ~

1. I have wonderful children who love me, despite some disharmony at home.
2. My job that is rewarding and challenging even though I invest too many hours.
3. I have new friends, one of which I actually got to see this week
4. I have good health and I have many more people that care about me than I ever realized.

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Lots of people talk and few of them know, soul of a woman was created below

I can't get through to her 'cause it doesn't permit
But I'm gonna give her everything I've got to give.

I hear your sweet voice calling
out my name
As I stare from a six foot cell
And from beyond I heard the words
Deceptively Yours