Make it so!

June 29, 2015

This day is yours – CREATE a beautiful one for yourself and those around you.

THINK before you speak. Take a breath and it will spark your intellect.

Remember words are sharper than any knife and they pierce the heart.

Take THIS opportunity to tell someone you love or appreciate him or her.

Make these moments of value and the worth of your actions will ultimately return to benefit you!

It always works!

A few more lovely flowers for you! I hope your day is OUTSTANDING!

June 7, 2015

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It is going to be over 105-112 this week.  If you are in this kind of heat be sure to hydrate and use sunscreen.  Take care of YOU (and your family)

God Bless You all!

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Flowers

June 5, 2015

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If you know the names of the flowers in the second and third photo – please share with us.  Of course the first one is Orchids.  Have a safe and wonderful weekend.  If you find yourself tearful or terribly unhappy read stressmanagementmagic.com.  I hope it will lighten your load!  God bless us all!

IMPORTANT! Vehicle recall. (Also a post regarding “Madmen”)

May 20, 2015

IMPORTANT: In case you didn’t know – there is a recall of millions of vehicles because the airbags are defective. If your vehicle is in the recall, the bags can blow up like a bomb and have actually killed 5 or 6 people thus far. It is easy to check your vehicle.

Go to safercar.gov and click in your vin number (or numbers). The process is short and may save your life or the lives of someone in your family. Share this information. We need to channel important things “between” the people we love and know. I had a friend seriously injured by an airbag blowing up so I urge you to take a minute to do this. Be safe and have a wonderful day!

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Regarding the television show MADMEN.  The only reason I am posting this is to actually write a post from someone who lived in the sixties as a single woman.

I heard an excerpt from a post declaring that single women were better off in the same time Madmen was portrayed. That is a comment from someone who never lived the time.
It was a horrible time for both the married and single women I knew. Husband’s were drinking like fish at office parties and martini lunches, and cheating on their wives with every other breath they took. Hmmm.  Just like on the show.
Women who were married were “the little woman”. They were someone capable of cleaning and cooking and looking nice when the husband had friends over for dinner and drinks. They were never asked to office Christmas parties or any business conventions, for sure. They just cleaned and took care of the children..which was declared “an easy job” by most men.  My father-in-law (married 55 years) still calls his wife his slave – and to her face!
I was a single woman during that time and it seemed all I did was work, care for my young son, and then secretly hope some handsome man would walk into my life and sweep me off my feet. That happened a couple of times.
The first was a good-looking single guy and we dated for quite sometime. We always had a great time, but he did two things that caused me to break off the relationship. First he was very impatient with my year old son. I saw him jerk his hand. That was enough for me, but he also kept getting uglier as we dated. He was so particular about his looks. Fair enough, but he was getting more and more tied up with how handsome he was. Vane men are a real turnoff for me.
The second man tells the truth about Madmen. It was a lesson hard learned. A handsome sales man came into the entry of the business I was employed with (I knew how to run a switchboard,and was good with people) so when the regular gal was sick, I just took over for a few days. I actually worked as secretary to the president, so I pretty much could make make own decisions about my work – as long as he was set up with appointments, lunches, etc. It was a sweet job. No hanky panky expected either.
I have no problem naming the man as I will never forget what he did to me. He told me he was single and asked me to lunch. We had a great time so we had more lunches and then began dinners. He introduced me to steak and lobster and martinis. He was breath-taking in the looks department and kissed as good as he looked.
I began the only real “affair” I ever have had in my life. I quickly fell for this guy and we were amazing together in every way. After about six months he invited me to his place for a party. We had always gotten a suite at some posh hotel. He said because he was hosting, his buddy would pick me up. I was so happy and thought I was falling in love with this perfect “replica” of Don Draper in Madmen. However he was too close a replica!
His friend ran the bell and a lovely woman answered the door with three little ones snuggling her closely.  “Welcome to our home” she said sweetly.  My husband said you are a lovely young woman.  She was, of course, married to DICK PROTEAU -I will never forget that name, nor what happened next.

I was stunned and not quite sure what to do.  Dick (I mean Pig Proteau) stepped in and asked me how I was doing.  I told him I had a back that ached and thought I would go home as I needed to see a chiropractor.  “No problem,” Pig said, “A chiropractor is here tonight.

He went to a closet and grabbed a blanket and put it on the floor of the living room.  I was still in a state of disbelief.  He said “this is (what ever the heck his name was – probably pig2) and he can give you an adjustment.”  Like an idiot I lay on my tummy on the floor and the man actually sat on me and TRIED to feel me up (as we used to say).  Like a weightlifter setting a record, a trigger went off and so did he.  I stood up and demanded a phone.  I called a cab and stepped outside to wait.

I was horrified and humiliated.  I had cared so much about this totally lying PIG.  I said my prayers and asked for forgiveness for being with him.  I really knew NOTHING about his other life.  I felt like I had stabbed her in the back too, and her children.

I never spoke to him again and when he stepped into the office I simply turned and left.  Of course that was after I told him loudly what a lying, stinking, filthy, cheating, PIG he was.  From that point I simply avoided him 100%.  I felt terrible.

What made it worse was my friend, who worked in the next office over, called me on the phone and said, “Look towards my office”.  She stood there being sexually “manipulated” in the hallway by a red-haired young man who was married and whose wife had just given birth to his first baby.  I felt physically ill. His name was Bill, but I can’t remember the last.  Her name was Barbara, and she gave me a different view of her morals.  Didn’t speak to her again.

I quit my job with no notice.  I felt bad about doing that, but I couldn’t stand being anywhere near that place one more minute.

Sure…..the time period Madmen was in was lovely for single young women.  NOT!  I actually couldn’t believe the show was so true to life – the writer must have lived it too.

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Have a good day, and for you single young women, keep in mind you don’t really know someone for at least a year…my husband calls that time “the impression stage”. Take it slow.

Great thoughts to help you manage emergencies and stress

April 28, 2015

This is a wonderful true story I want to share with everyone who enjoys this blog. If you’ve read me before you know I broke my back two years ago, had to have surgeries, and now have some serious permanent disabilities.

I was a fitness trainer, a dancer, and taught stress management and relaxation (thank God). My life was perfect. Now I am working every day creating my new life, and when I read these paragraphs from a deliciously spiritual book, God in You, by Dr. David Jeremiah, I just had to share………

I never knew I had such respect for Thomas Edison.

“It was December of 1914 when Thomas Edison’s great laboratories in West Orange, New Jersey, were almost entirely destroyed by fire. In one night Edison lost 2 million dollars worth of equipment and the record of much of his life-work. Edison’s son Charles ran frantically about trying to find his father and finally came upon him standing near the fire, his face ruddy in the glow, and his white hair blown by the winter winds.”

“ My heart ached for him” Charles Edison said. “He was no longer young, and everything was being destroyed. He then spotted me. And he said to me, @Where is your mother? Find her. Bring her here. She will never see anything like this again as long as she lives!”

The next morning, walking about the charred embers of so many of his hopes and dreams, the sixty-seven-year old Edison mused, “There is great value in disaster. All our mistakes are burned up. Thank God! We can start all over again.”

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Each day is a new opportunity to begin again.  I am endeavoring to move onward and upward.  I hope you know that no matter what happens in your lives, you have the choice (100%) of how to respond!  Take a breath, find a fair melding of intellect and emotion, and THEN respond.  You can do these things in short order once you make a habit of doing them.  Now, onward and upward for you too!  It’s much more fun than you think to respond in a manner that knocks people off their feet.  “Gosh, look how great his or her response was!”  Gain respect and have a better life.

God bless you!

A bunch of naked ladies and a stitch in time.

April 22, 2015

A blunch of naked ladies

Sorry a bit fuzzy – but you get the idea.

Yes they flowers are called naked ladies!  Did I trick you?

They are called that because they have no leaves or branches – they simply grow flowers.  Cool, eh?

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This is kind of sad.  stitchMy wrist had to have surgery because I broke it in 2011.  Sad because our medical folks are becoming careless.  Maybe they always were.

The last few weeks I noticed some pain and a strange ball in the area of the surgery.  It kept getting more painful and bigger. I asked my husband to take a needle and open it up.  Of course he did, and guess what…..it was a stitch the doctor had forgotten / or missed taking out. It was a little over a quarter inch.  It had been working it’s way to the surface!

My wrist feels fine now.  And that’s my post for the day!  Have a beautiful day – IT IS YOUR CHOICE!  God bless.

Dreams: Mental Images during sleep? Another reality?

April 11, 2015

The place was unknown to me, but there was a familiarity about it.  Tiny tight streets filled with tightly woven businesses. No vehicles, not even a bicycle. Open doors that led to well-lit rooms that seemed so small. It was difficult to tell the time as the sky seemed somewhere between dusk and darkness. The small streets moved upward with an incline that made it almost a chore to move that way.  I knew there was a river down below.

I climbed the circular stairs to a small wooden building and walked boldly into the empty space. It was apparent someone lived there, but the quiet was all around me. Steaming pots rolled their substances in boiling bubbles, while lightweight curtains moved slightly pushing out the open window.

There was a bed in the corner and a small fireplace that sat neatly in the middle of the floor within a container that protected it from lashing out. Coal burnt hotly and I looked below to see the last rays of the sun before the earth turned to the dark side.

It was a strange little place, compact and cozy; within the place your could grasp everything one would need to survive comfortably. I noticed the feeling of a familiar, but unknown presence. It left a spirit of calmness about me.

Ii walked to the open space to pass through to another room. No door, just an area big enough to move from one place to another. Before I did so, I saw a shining instrument sitting in the corner to the left of the door.

It was like a harp, a magnificent instrument that I might have dreamed of playing in another time. I withheld my desire to touch it with thoughts that automatically were respectful of its owner.

As I walked across the threshold to another place the inside became a brilliant mix of protective covering and yet the ceiling was open sky and now the stars sparkled with a blinding brilliance, yet softened by, to my knowledge, space untouched by living creatures.

I saw three handsome me. One spoke to me. He was from the neutered gender, and was warm and charming. He wasn’t sad.  He was muscular and I could tell right away,  kind and true.

The two other men were gentle souls. It didn’t matter, as we were all fixated on something more beautiful than I had ever seen. So simple yet there was elegance

I was spellbound for the moment.

Without warning I found myself leaning forward and bursting into flight and became a presence above the entire setting. It was something I had dreamed of doing before these past years, something I had done, but that was years ago, and when I really could remember how to do it. Then it was necessary to think about lifting and then bending forward slightly as I increased my speed to be able to relax and glide easily – even between buildings tightly woven together. I reached heights and watched, then swooped to glide over where ever I chose to fly.

This time I simply lifted without thought and angled slightly to direct my path above the partially closed building. It was as I had remembered but much less the task of preparation. I just enjoyed the feeling and watched the activity below me. I caught the handsome man peering at me and smiling. I smiled back.

I turned my body and felt as if I was floating on my back in water. A shooting star crossed the path of my eyes and I smiled again.

Again without warning, I felt something touch my hand and then gently lick it.

I opened my eyes and it was the puppy sitting next to the bed. His big eyes told me he needed to go out so I got up, this time on my feet, and took him out. Everything was quiet except the singing of birds and the rustling of leaves in the trees.

The sun was not yet in full view.

I wonder if this will be one of those dreams that will pick up where it left off, or one that simply is speaking to me in bits and pieces. There was no color in this dream, but it wasn’t necessary. It was lovely, and it seemed to be preeminent.

PAY ATTENTION!

April 10, 2015

Yesterday I came within a breath of killing a fourteen or fifteen year old boy. I thank God I was NOT distracted, but was paying attention to my driving.

I was going a safe and legal speed on a street near schools. I was in the left lane. Without warning a boy rode his bike directly in front of my car.

I do thank God I was paying attention or he would have likely been dead, and I would have had an irreparably damaged heart.

It looked like he was going as fast as he could and was doing some sort of maneuver to get across to the other side of the street fast. But I saw his face and immediately slammed on my breaks and turned to the opposite side of the street-the lane nearest the center at the same time. I had to turn. Though my breaks stopped me, if I hadn’t, he would have been hit – he was that close.

I again thank God I did not coming “screeching” to a halt, but my breaks stopped me immediately as I was turning into the other lane.

No one had been coming towards me in that lane, and I only just now realized no one was close enough following me for me to have him or her hit me. I think my swerving was in sync with my turning.

He biked to the other side, obviously shaken. I put my window down and he yelled, “I am so sorry!”

I yelled back, “Thank God I didn’t hit you, but from now on BE CAREFUL. He looked as if he was waiting for me to scream and yell – but I didn’t. I just breathed a sigh of relief and drove on.

So many circumstances were right to leave the boy unharmed, and me not grieving along with his parents.

I felt this was important enough to write as sometimes we all get busy while driving.

I don’t drink, text, or put on makeup and drive. I have talked on the phone and changed my music…both of those are distracting too.

Texting while driving is responsible for over 16,000 deaths and is the number one cause of a teenager driving.

Adults do it too. I’ve seen so many adults talking on phone, eating, texting or doing something other than driving!

So many unnecessary deaths and accidents are caused by not paying attention! Ironically, last week I felt like I hadn’t been doing so, so I wrote a note and put it near my odometer. The note said ‘PAY ATTENTION.”

Happy Easter – beyond the “frenzy to buy”……

April 5, 2015

Corporations and the media have certainly gotten an A+ when it comes to the celebration of Easter. The chord they stuck was with children.

Why how can you NOT decorate eggs, buy Easter toys and decorations, and have Easter egg hunts and candy?

Clearly – once a child is old enough to “want” what they see, manufacturers make sure they see it all!

I understand Easter originally began as a holiday that was imported by German immigrants. Today some people tell children that if they are good the Easter bunny will bring them a basket or treats. Some people have their children leave carrots for a hungry bunny who hops all over the world.

Easter is second only in candy sales to Halloween! Dentists must love the holiday!

Personally I wish I had never been sucked into the realm of all of it when my children were very young. It set the stage for reoccurring celebrations.

Some parents compare the eggs with the resurrection. I find no such comparison.

I don’t always go to church, so I don’t make a point of going to church “just on special holidays”. But if that is your standard, I make no judgment one way or another!

I just hope for anyone who believes Jesus is the only begotten son of God, that they never forget He sacrificed His life so we could share eternity with Him.

For some it is a difficult concept to understand…the “why” of it all still remains rather a mystery. But I am a believer. There are some things I simply do not question but leave to simple faith.

I have found myself in tears thinking of the pain and the horror He lived through, and His sacrifices for His children. Sometimes I just smile knowing that through it all, we will be loved and sharing eternity with this precious son of God.

.Celebrate uour faith. Celebrate the possibility of faith. Celebrate the moments you have to live this day. Celebrate love and our Creator.

Racism

March 24, 2015

I am really sick and tired of all this talk about racism in the United States.  I do not see how we can have a Mulatto president (no one ever says this but he is as much white as black, and that is called a Mulatto), a billionaire hostess for television (Oprah), sports and newscasters, movie stars, scientists,athletes, musicians, educators, mayors and other politicians, etc. etc. etc. and be such a racist country!  I am not just talking about black – but Mexican, Asian and all other people originally from a different culture.

When you are born an American or become an American, or strive to become an American – then you are AMERICAN first, with individual “heritage” next = American African, American Mexican, American whatever!

We are a nation of mixed cultures, and if I do say so, whatever combination mixed seems to be quite nice combinations!

KEEP THE PEASANTS divided!  That is what this is all about.  If a people is divided it makes them powerless to have an uprising, or be any real problem for those “in charge” (politicians, bankers, and the fast growing monopolies).

They become just workers. You don’t have to stand united as a people to work 70 to 90 hours a week!

The PROBLEM, as I see it, IS AND HAS ALWAYS BEEN poverty and lack of REAL education.  Poverty causes a multitude of problems.

Do I have answers?  Not really.  Prayers, anything I am able to do within the realm of my world, and perhaps sharing my thoughts with those of you who enjoy my blogs.

I don’t care for Oprah myself, and I have strong reasons for that – but truth be told – I don’t KNOW Oprah and I am no one’s judge! She did rise from poverty and sexual abuse, to a woman with power and money.  It can be done.

Lastly for today, FYI, I am tired of being blamed for everything.  I was born white (actually I am a mutt) and have a mixed heritage. I look white. I had NOTHING to do with what happened over 100 years ago.  I believe in loving and kindness.  I am no man or woman’s judge, and when I “select” people to hang with (and I am particular) – it has NOTHING, ZIP, NADA to do with culture or heritage.  I want to spend my time with people who are loving, kind, curious, intelligent (that doesn’t always mean educated), funny, and very spiritual!

As a little additional factoid – it was the Portuguese who first used slaves from Africa. The people in America were the last to use humans for slaves.  Did you know their own countrymen (Africans) sold the first slaves and many thereafter!  The black man was the first to sell black men!

So lighten up everyone. The deal is to love the heart and spirit- and that comes in many colors!


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