If we did not have Mondays how would we pay for all we desire? Okay, need.
This means making the moola necessary for paying for things like housing and food, not to mention non-necessities!
Working our way to independence and eventually retirement!
I know that many are of the thought pattern of doom and gloom and think that they may never have retirement social security payments that will happen... but you should be a part of the change by being involved with government changes to cause your future to be in your hands, it will go in the direction you want it to if you get involved! Set up your own safety nets financially as if you are putting together a 401K or pension, most banks have people to do that if you do not have that available at work!
There I said that four-letter word! "W-O-R-K"!
Mondays most go back to W-O-R-K!
Not to mention the ones who work throughout the weekend!
Like myself due to retail management seven days a week!
Very few are scheduled five days a week... Our one son works four ten-hour shifts and has three days off in a row...which he prefers.
So Mondays should not be worrisome, just another day, and can mean good things to come.
What does a case of the Mondays really mean?
https://www.dictionary.com/e/pop-culture/case-of-the-mondays/
Allow me to introduce you to the crew...
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name—ha! Without hesitation, the teenager said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never discovered the girl's name; Mom liked Aussie, too. Since then, we have found that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now seven years old, I am the baby,. I am the largest of fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right,
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.
My previous family turned me in, stating that I misbehaved with their elderly dog. It had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, clearing out the shelters' day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella. I was beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am 13-ish years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays, too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020.
I had been wandering the neighborhood for days when I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there.
The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!
The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen
days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.
Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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