Living Happily Socks Bitchy Gravity

rhino-butt.jpgAfter taking my shower, I stepped out of the tub and stood before my mirror. As I looked, suddenly my butt fell down. Now, what are the odds of being before a mirror when gravity takes hold and yanks you down?

But there you have it. My hands flew behind me to keep it from sliding any further down to no avail. Following that momentous occasion, my belly followed suit and here I stood with a tire around my midriff lamenting my years of exercise. [Read more...]

Gene Pool Clean Up!

Happy Birthday Charles Darwin

I love Darwin. But, my take on it is always regarding the Darwin Awards. Survival of the Fittest, meaning mentally in this case, takes on a whole different meaning, when you think of it in those terms.

There is nothing you can do, to stop some idiot, from killing themselves, by being stupid; thus removing them from the gene pool. Woo hoo! So much the better for us all. [Read more...]

Hug A Spunky Old Broad Today!

Today is Spunky Old Broad Day, and here is a tribute to all those wonderful over 50 spunky old women who turn everything into an adventure.

A Spunky Old Broad is full of enthusiasm and drive. Be careful, when you ask her what she thinks, she will tell you. Even, if, you don’t ask her, she might tell you.

She is over 50, can, out work, you and, out exercise, you, not because she is stronger, but harder headed, staying the course and not giving up. She is the one, who speed walks, everywhere, and you cannot keep up. You find yourself, constantly, saying, “What’s the rush! ”

Rushing? She is not rushing, she is just, moving. Get out of her way and let her do her thing. If you call a Spunky Old Broad to help, do not expect her to take orders and sit back while you drive the show. She will take over and make it work. After all, you did call her in, meaning, you called in, the troops, and she is it.

A Spunky Old Broad is full of energy. She is capable of releasing it into a room, electrifying those surrounding her. But, she can also, suck up all the energy, out of the room, making you feel like, a dolt. She is the dynamo of a room, the generator to the motion and nothing will stand in her way.

People around her will always comment, “Where’s the fire?” Fire? The fire is in her gut, in her soul. She is a Firestarter, and will move along and sizzle with gusto, electrifying everyone around her, to move and do. She is a paragon of strength and resolve.

One of her better qualities is her positive attitude.Rarely do you see her down. Her life is a series of enthusiastic endeavors all meant to help her community, the people around her and herself.

She is woman hear her roar, that Spunky Old Broad. And she likes it!

Remember Remember the Lies of September!

Cairo in Chaos as Protests Rock Egypt

Remember Remember the  Lies of the eleventh of September!

This here, is not, the mantra, that, the devoid of all ethics and honor, Bush, kept repeating. This is suggested here, as a reminder, to beware of making any decisions based on lies and faulty intel, news reporting.

Before you use this, as an excuse, to “bring democracy” to Egypt, remember, the horrific outcome in Iraq. I thought a reminder is appropriate since it has been in the media quite a bit. Please remember, before you accuse the government of tyranny, what they are dealing with and what they are trying to avoid. Remember, the disgusting, turn of events, where, not only, did we lose our sons, to a liar war, but, we also created a society, ruled by an archaic faith, hell bent, on keeping women and others, who are different, from even surviving.

Remember Remember the lies of the Eleventh of September!

This is not a new battle! Christians, have been persecuted in Egypt for centuries.

I am not a  political activist, never was, I doubt that I ever will be. But, I keep seeing posts and commentary about the uprising in Egypt, the riots, the fires. Who is uprising exactly? Why are we never told who is fighting the government?

Beware “Wag the Dog”! The filtering of incomplete information, the visuals, that Westeners find horrific. I witnessed rioting as a child, and when I was a teenager. Egypt has always rioted, students rioted, lawyers and judges rioted. We have more freedoms, than most of the Middle Eastern countries.

Beware of liars and masqueraders of peace.

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How do I stay focused?

If you can do more than one thing at a time, you are one of the fortunate ones who multi tasks. These people can read, watch television, talk to their children and their spouse while having something cooking on the stove. You get the picture.

Most of us, have to set up the scene. A quiet place, with the table set up, just so, the correct angle of the dangle, our head in the right place, with the right music and the right incentive, even.

Watching a lady, this morning, who comes in every day, to this Starbucks; I realized, that it took a lot more than just setting things up; it took, attitude.

This lady, sets herself up, at Starbucks, at a certain table, where, she could see anyone coming in, or out, of the store. She is focused, on one thing, her sales, of Mary Kay. She talks to everyone, she prattled even to people who did not want to talk to her. She is incessant, in her pursuit of her trade. Everything she did this morning, was geared towards her sales. Every word out of her mouth ended with a sales pitch. She, was focused, on her trade in this noisy environment. As a customer slipped out, quietly, and disappeared, she ran out, opened the door and called after them, loudly, by name. She remembered everyone, by name. Talk about focus!

Focus, is in the mind! Focus, comes from inside. When I decide to focus, and do something, I shut out everything else, no matter where I am. The setting is never important anymore. As I get older, I find that my focus is more intense. I am capable of doing things without interruption since I choose to do it.

Self control, is the meat and potatoes, of focus. If I choose to focus, wherever I am, I accomplish most of my tasks. Nothing, deters my focus but myself. And, I do not allow for that to happen.

Staying in the moment, helps keep me, on the substance of the matter. A wandering mind would be more of a problem than the surroundings. The emphasis should be on the task at hand, allowing for less mind roaming.

Habits are hard to break. It takes, three days, to break a good habit, but, 15 days to develop a new one. This drifting of the mind, takes time and effort to command. Time to rein in the deviating mind, bringing it under focus.

Learning presence of mind, I achieved the capability to work in any environment. It matters little, where, I am. Capable of focusing, and doing the work that I need to do, my mind stays on the mission, without a problem. Managing to tune out most of the world around me, distancing myself, helps me remain on the task before me, accomplishing my goals without influence. Interruptions are inevitable, but so what? When I get distracted, for a few minutes, I get back quickly to my inner space and continue my work.

Being productive is not about being isolated, physically. To my understanding and experience, it is being isolated in my head. Keeping a clear mind, free of distractions.

I keep plugging on! I have a goal in mind. It keeps me focused.

Children Say Sorry, How About You?

One of the hardest things we do in our life is say that we are sorry. Saying sorry is an admission of guilt and an opportunity for reconciliation.

The fact that guilt is something people do not accept as part of our life is what keeps most from going through the cleansing process of an apology.

An apology opens a conversation for give and take. An apology makes the person receiving it stop to take in the knowledge that they were vindicated. This process itself is healing for the person receiving the apology.

What it does for the person saying, “I am sorry”, is a cleansing that only comes with acknowledging a hurt inflicted whether with or without intention.

If we go through life hurting others without remorse or apology, it creates a hardness in the spirit and a growing of hatred for our fellow humans. We become sociopaths, critical of everyone, never realizing our part in the drama surrounding us.

As children we were taught to say sorry for pushing a friend, or taking away a toy when it was not our turn, or kicking someone on the playground. As children we knew that there were consequences to our behavior and if you were “not nice” to your friends, they will eventually stop playing with you.

It is the same concept with adults, if you do not play nice with your fellow adult, they will not play at all with you.

An apology cools the hottest anger and soothes the most irritated soul. An apology will bring things into perspective. An apology is a way to temper the ego and keep it from imploding.

There are consequences associated with an apology. On the one hand you may receive a warm reception and a kind response. That of course is the ideal response and the one we all hope for.

On the other hand, you may be rebuffed and rejected with a harsh word or two. In that case, you have done what clears your mind and ease your spirit. The rest is left to Karma to take care of and allow life to teach that person when they are in the same position sometime in their life.

Let Them Walk All Over Me?

“I can’t help it. Am I supposed to stand here and take it? Am I supposed to allow everyone to walk all over me?”

We have all heard this call to arms. We have all heard this false untrue expletive from people we know and care about. The idea that one person is being “picked on” and treated unfairly is as old and older than the Cinderella story.

Only lately it has become the theme song for many people. They feel down trodden and used and abused. When you dissect what these people are saying and when you talk to them more closely, you find out that the main issue is that they are not getting what they want out of life and choose to blame everyone else for their short comings.

The idea that someone cannot help their behavior is an archaic idea that has been around for eons. This is not new and it is not endearing. The thought that we are so out of control and so angry at a situation that we lash out at the least likely people we should lash out against is a pathetic idea for living.

If you are angry and you cannot control your words and actions, quit the place, leave the room, absentee yourself until you can get it together and then communicate with your fellow humans. There is no excuse for cruelty and hateful words. Some of which could injure a soul without foreseen remedy.

On the whole it would be a much better world to live in if each one of us made sure that we are not hurting someone else instead of going after people we think have hurt us. Even if someone did hurt us, it is probably more useful to work on ourself and find out what it is that person could have said that could affect us to that extent.

Either way each one of us would be better served if we use some introspection and self evaluation instead of blame and condescension.

Despair Turns to Joy

When I allow despair
to take hold of my spirit,

I create havoc in my life.

Contrary it is to belief.
Darkness does flow slowly in.
Like the twilight before the night
Slowly, seeps all my faith,
Drains out of me.

There is no rhyme or reason
to these feelings that abound.
There is no earth shattering
occurrence to justify.

And yet it chokes without reserve
the life built up for years
on solid ground.

And when I find it swallows me,
I take a step back
And look with different eyes,
Clearer eyes, full of hope.

As soon as the scales fall
I see where I kept in the dark
And allow the light to overcome.

And overcome it shall.
For where there is light
Darkness disappears.

Despair turns to joy
Untold and manifest.

I Write Because

I write.

When asked when I started to write, I did not hesitate to answer. I always wrote. I always had a notebook with me. I jot down ideas. I wrote quotes. I wrote conversations. I wrote lists.

I do not remember the last chunk of time that I was not writing. When asked how I get my ideas, I said from real life. I look around and take from life. My imagination is unlimited but life is wilder than imagination in some instances.

I write because I have a voice. I write to express the shouting in my head. I write to convey without talking out loud. Out loud I have to use my emotions and facial expressions to be understood. While writing, I have to subtler and smarter.