As Dorothy was opening her gift, Dru realized Dorothy had one and quickly dropped her unopened gift.
PHOTOS: Pibbles with presents.
We wrap Christmas presents for our dogs each year for them to open.
Our pitbulls, Dorothy and Dru, got to open their presents first when we all sat down to open gifts this morning.
As Dorothy was opening her gift, Dru realized Dorothy had one and quickly dropped her unopened gift.
Right at that moment, Dru loses interest in Dorothy's gift and decided to help Dorothy open her own.
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Gematria decode.... on the message below
There\u2019s a lotta pain coming my friend
— \U0001f339\u269c\ufe0f \u2694\ufe0f\U0001d4ae\U0001d4bd\U0001d452\U0001d4c0\U0001d4bd\U0001d4be\U0001d4c3\U0001d4b6\U0001d4bd \u2694\ufe0f \u269c\ufe0f \U0001f339 (@PetahJane) November 29, 2020
Ts 3:32 29.11.2920
33 22 9 11 22
33 22<911>22
\U0001f446 seen this pattern 3 times now
33 > Christ
22 > Balance
911 > Jesus birthday
22 > Balance
The message here: Christ will return and when he does, the balance lost is restored \U0001f64f\U0001f3fb\u2764\ufe0f
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I’ve always felt that the luckiest people I know had a talent for recognizing circumstances, not of their own making, that were conducive to a favorable outcome and their ability to quickly take advantage of them.
In other words, dumb luck was just that, it required no awareness on the person’s part, whereas “smart” luck involved awareness followed by action before the circumstances changed.
So, was I “lucky” to be born when I was—nothing I had any control over—and that I came of age just as huge databases and computers were advancing to the point where I could use those tools to write “What Works on Wall Street?” Absolutely.
Was I lucky to start my stock market investments near the peak of interest rates which allowed me to spend the majority of my adult life in a falling rate environment? Yup.
Ironies of Luck https://t.co/5BPWGbAxFi
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I’ve always felt that the luckiest people I know had a talent for recognizing circumstances, not of their own making, that were conducive to a favorable outcome and their ability to quickly take advantage of them.
In other words, dumb luck was just that, it required no awareness on the person’s part, whereas “smart” luck involved awareness followed by action before the circumstances changed.
So, was I “lucky” to be born when I was—nothing I had any control over—and that I came of age just as huge databases and computers were advancing to the point where I could use those tools to write “What Works on Wall Street?” Absolutely.
Was I lucky to start my stock market investments near the peak of interest rates which allowed me to spend the majority of my adult life in a falling rate environment? Yup.
