Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Don't just hope ...DECIDE!
Don't just hope ...DECIDE!
Author Steven Covey reminds us that we are all in the habit of responding to others.
We live with constant stimulus around us every day. Intentions are always influenced by stimulus. Within each of us, between the stimulus and our response is a space.
In that space lies our choice which is influenced by other people and ourselves.
We often begin with good intentions, but self-doubt and the influence of others cause the results to be much different from the intentions.
Most people are products of their intentions rather than their decisions. In other words, there are more good intentions that never happen than there are great decisions with real results.
Do you want to make a positive change in your life and in the lives of others?
If so you must make some decisions that will take you out of your comfort zone. And you must follow through with those decisions NO MATTER WHAT.
After you begin your change, you will have to re-decide ... again and again and again.
Believe in yourself. "I can persist in spite of inevitable setbacks or negative feedback."
Don't allow others to influence your decisions. You alone must develop your vision, passion, discipline and willpower. It's your life, your goal and your decision. Don't just hope ... DECIDE.
"He who has a real why can live with any how." Steven Covey
Monday, February 23, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
KKL Primitives
I would like to give a big shout out to Denise @ KKL Primitives. Denise, I would like to thank you for the button that you made for me.... I sooo appreciate it.
You can visit Denise @ www.kklprimitives.com or www.thekrazykraftlady.blogspot.com
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Just Change Your Attitude!
If you are feeling down, Lila Reyna, author of Quiet Mind, Warrior Spirit, a book that explores self-defense for the mind, body, and spirit, suggests that you change your attitude to allow your creative curiosity to go crazy!
Change Your Attitude, Change Your Mood
Start a journal and observe your feelings, your actions and responses. Ultimately you control your attitude. Greet each day with a big smile and say, "I'm going to have a great day!" It is such simple, conscious changes that brighten your mood. Attitude and mood are choices. Be patient, don't give up, and you will feel the difference!
Wake the Mind with Creativity and Curiosity
The happy mind requires stimulation. What are you passionate about? What have you always wanted to learn more about? What makes you tick? Wake up the mind by being more curious. Take a class, read a book, or if you have a passion for pottery, writing, or woodworking, don't let it go to waste. Create with it and inspire the mind.
"It is not how awful the situation we are in that determines the outlook on the rest of our life. It is our perspective and interpretation of a situation that can either lead to danger or promote growth and healing. The choice is always ours."--from Quiet Mind, Warrior Spirit
Change Your Attitude, Change Your Mood
Start a journal and observe your feelings, your actions and responses. Ultimately you control your attitude. Greet each day with a big smile and say, "I'm going to have a great day!" It is such simple, conscious changes that brighten your mood. Attitude and mood are choices. Be patient, don't give up, and you will feel the difference!
Wake the Mind with Creativity and Curiosity
The happy mind requires stimulation. What are you passionate about? What have you always wanted to learn more about? What makes you tick? Wake up the mind by being more curious. Take a class, read a book, or if you have a passion for pottery, writing, or woodworking, don't let it go to waste. Create with it and inspire the mind.
"It is not how awful the situation we are in that determines the outlook on the rest of our life. It is our perspective and interpretation of a situation that can either lead to danger or promote growth and healing. The choice is always ours."--from Quiet Mind, Warrior Spirit
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Rules For Dating My Daughter!
Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up. Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose his compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."
Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
Courtesy of:
The Funny Farm - Awesome, CLEAN Humor!
http://www.geocities.com/~funny-farm/
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose his compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."
Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
The Funny Farm - Awesome, CLEAN Humor!
http://www.geocities.com/~funny-farm/
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Can't you just feel the tension?
Everyone knows that I love Hillary Clinton. But I believe this clip shows exactly how Hillary feels about Bill....
Friday, February 13, 2009
My Children, My Valentine's
Yes, Valentine's Day is here again. Known for the "Couples Holiday". Hearts and chocolate and teddy bears for all the their love to be displayed.Yes, this is Cupid's day to shoot the arrow of love. And where it will land, no one knows, well, maybe him above.
My heart is filled with the deepest love that a mother can possibly have. For I have been sent with two of the most blessings sent from above.
I know I'm not perfect and faults I do have. I strive every day to be the best that I am.
To my children.... I Love You both sooo much and wish a Happy Valentine's Day to you both.
For it is you both that are in my heart!!!
Love,
Mommy
Written by Cindy Ashworth.... Permission needed for duplication.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
I'm Moving On
There was a point in my life when I just knew that things were not going to be the way I had hoped. No matter how hard I tried. At this point, I had lost my home (bankruptcy), got rid of all of my belongings and gave a 2nd chance to the love of my life, only to realize that I had lost the feelings I had for him.
I then decided to go back to living the way I previously was, and that was living for myself and my son. And so I did.
Do you know how hard it is to live in a house with someone you love, and yet not say a word to each other? To realize that you made a wrong decision and wish you could go back at home, in YOUR home.... The home you gave up and left behind?
Even though I was in a familiar place, I was alone. And how ironic that this song came out during that time....I think this song was a blessing to me while I was going through an internal pain. I knew I had fought so hard to be there, yet, I knew I needed to get out.
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