I was cleaning out my inbox this morning and came across an email a co-worker had sent to me a few months ago. She is sort of a religious fanatic so I rarely open them but for some reason this one called to me, and I'm glad I did open it. I took several lines from it to share with you all. Some of them are definitely worth the read.
Do the right thing!
Get rid of anything
that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.
What other people think of you is none of your business.
Try to make at least three people smile each day.
Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey
is all about.
Don't overdo. Keep your limits.
Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.
Dream more while you are awake.
Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.
Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.
No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
Smile and laugh more.
You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
Read more books than you did in 2011.
Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.
Sleep for 7 hours.
a 10-30 minute walk daily. And while you walk, smile.
When I was about 15 years old, my dad sat me down one day to give me the "talk". Imagine my initial thoughts; "Oh My God...ewww, not that Dad" and,"Not with you, where's Mom?" most definitely, "This is the most embarrassing moment of my life, I hope my friends never find out".
My dad squirmed in his seat, clearly as uncomfortable as me, but at the time I was in middle of the worst of the teenage years and I knew my younger sister was hiding somewhere giggling, so my dad's discomfort took back seat to that. Thank God there was no you-tube back then. The mortification of that would have been tragic, retribution would have been swift.
Before my dad could start I blurted out, "Dad I already know about the birds and bees, we learned about it in Health Class." Back then it was taught by the football coaches, talk about the perfect birth control plan, I still cringe when I think about the description of the female anatomy by a man old enough to be my own dad. I'm still scarred by his description of various STD's. ((shudder))
I remember the total look of fear on my dad's face and thought it was because I already knew, but boy was I wrong. As he sputtered and squirmed and turned beet red, his shiny bald head looked like a traffic light.
"Oh, uh, well that's good I suppose but not at all what I meant." He said as soon as he got composure.
I tilted my head in total confusion. "What did you mean then Dad?"
"Football." He said with total conviction, as if the very word should be explanation enough.
"Football?" Now I have had many moments of complete 'lost-in-space' in my life, but this one would definitely go down as one of the most memorable.
"Yes, football. I think it's time you watched the Pro games with your mother and I on Sundays and college games on Saturdays." Then he gave me that 'dad' look that said, "you will do this if you know whats good for you".
I wanted to blurt out, "Are ya fucking crazy?" of course I didn't because using that word back then would have meant death by hanging.
So I just meekly said, "Ok Dad". Yes I was a wimp but I also respected the man, and liked my freedom.
Up until this point in my life my Dad and I had the typical father-daughter relationship; he didn't get me I didn't get him, and we were happy with that. After that day everything changed and we got to know each other a whole lot better.
My mom would say it was important to like sports if I wanted a strong relationship with my future husband, my dad said it was to show I was capable of being his partner in every way. For me it was the beginning of a life long love of football.
My dad has been gone over a decade now, but not a Sunday from August to January goes by that I don't think of him in his Lazy-Boy yelling at the screen giving the guys his two cents.
I miss my dad everyday but I know he would be so proud to know that I am still to this day a HUGE Football Fanatic!!!
(He might however be a little squeamish if he knew I was mentally seeing some of the men in a torrid love affair with each other, I'll save that story for another day).
As this day draws to an end i kinda wondered where in the word the superstition came from. Why it seems to be the most popular of all superstitions. I for one will turn my car around if a black cat runs across my path, I never open an umbrella inside and walking under ladders...major no-no. But all that aside, why is 13 considered an unlucky number and why does Friday make it worse? Well being the curious person I am I did a little investigating and found some interesting things that I am going to share...
The (un)Lucky Number 13
1. There are 13 steps leading to the Gallows
2. There are 13 knots in a hangman's noose
3. 13 feet the guillotine blade falls
4. 13 people at the last supper
5. Lizzie Borden is said to have uttered 13 words at her trial
6. There were 13 original colonies
7. The 13th card in a Tarot deck is death
8. Apollo 13 in 1970 was the 13th mission and was aborted after a fuel explosion, it left the launch pad at 13:13 on April 13
9. Never change your bed sheets on Friday you will have nightmares.
10.Visiting the doctor on Friday will bring bad news
11.More accidents happen on Fridays
12.Witches favor Friday for their covens to meet
13.Clothing made on Friday will never fit.
Now I don't know if all those things are true, but I did only list 13 things heehee
Personally I like Fridays because I have two whole days to write and the number 13 has always been lucky for me....
Hope your Friday the 13th was better than those things I just listed ;)
NJ and I were both were given some useful information regarding our "World" and the stories we are writing. They said it might not be a good idea to give away too much information, so we made the mutual decision to only give one more tease, one last profile. LOL So sorry to do this to you all but I assure you, it will be worth the wait. So let me introduce my other main character for Can't get you out of my head. Isn't he a cutie?
Introducing Riordan Smythson
Book # 2
Book Title: Can’t get you out of my head
Realm: Spirit Realm
Hair Colour/Type/Length: several shades of brown,
thick, chin length
light brown eyelashes
Skin colour Type:dusky creamy white/baby face
Scars/Blemishes: none/four leaf clover tattoo on hip
Height: 5’10 weight 165lbs
Clothing preferred: very trendy, almost too
well dressed, silk dress shirts, black starched dress pants, dress shoes also
black, rarely wears jeans unless at home then they are designer high priced.
Mannerisms:can be flamboyant especially when angry, excited or
Occupation:Investigator for SAU, a
Unit of S.P.A.M. He follows suspicious
activities resulting in disappearances.
His ability to read thought patterns within 24 hours of the imprint
being left behind makes him one of the most valued employees
Have you ever had one of those days when your brain completely shuts down and nothing but an endless tunnel of darkness stretching over the horizon of moronic thoughts takes over? Well, if you understood any of what I just said, your one step ahead of me. That is how my day has started out. Like I've just gotten back from having a root canal and the Novacaine has worn off, and your not drooling like a dog, but your head is still in that fuzzy state. You can't write a decent sentence or remember what words to use, and the simple spelling of everyday words has completely escaped your thought process. That is my day! So I thought if I wrote this down and went back later to read it I would realize how complete ridiculous I sound and my brain would kick into gear and my muse would fire up her engine and help me get my shit together. Or I could bang my head on my desk, and get my brain cells moving with a huge caffeinated drink. I think I'll go with the drink.
Here's to a better Sunday afternoon...Oh football is on maybe I'll get inspired by hot hunky sweaty men...
Let me first start off by saying I am a major procrastinator. Yes it's a god-given talent that I am very proud of. Many things in my life could have gone horribly wrong had I not been a master procrastinator. But, and there is almost always a "but", this is the one thing I have to force myself not to procrastinate on; taking down the dreaded Christmas decorations. Yes I know it's 2 weeks after Xmas and 1 week after the New Year, but sometimes real life gets in the way and you have to put off certain things...Did I mention I'm really good at making lame ass excuses too? Hee-hee, anyway I should really be writing today, watching some football-major fan-not wrapping Frosty the Snowman and Rudolph up together in newspaper where they will be "joined" for another year. Ohhh, I see a story there, **sigh** no I will not be distracted, I will get this done. I must get this done. So I must say farewell for now, but never fear good people, I will be back once I stuff Santa back in the closet! Damn there I go again with the plot bunnies....
Scars/Blemishes:Small scar at the corner
of his left eye…wrong side of a pissed off female shape shifter
Height:6’5 225 lbs
Clothing preferred:Black leather and dark
black jeans, tight t-shirts showing off his massive frame
Mannerisms:Smart, laid back, ever
watchful, fiercely protective of loved ones
Occupation:Owns Jake’s Bar in Silvers
Hollow, a township owned by the silver family a band of Gypsy’s that settled in
the air realm centuries ago. As leader
of the Gypsy’s it is his sworn duty to act as warden to people who are being
brought up to C.O.P.E. to face justice for their crimes.
Just putting out a "little" tease....S.P.A.M. Inc. (Suspicious Paranormal Activity Monitoring) is the brainchild of the fabulous NJ Nielsen and the concept of the stories is so unbelievable that I don't know if I'm more excited about where the story will go, or the fact that I get to help get it there. Did I mention I'm co-writing this? LOL This is going to be a most unique journey, and I know you'll enjoy the ride :)
Every year for as long as I can remember I have made those insane New Year's Resolutions only to break them a mere day or two later. Once in awhile I managed to last an entire week..whoo hoo me! I can't count the amount of times I was going to give up soda and chocolate only to run to the candy machine and coke machine at work the first chance I got. Bad, bad me. Oh and the diets, don't even get me started on those half-assed attempts to take off the extra pounds the candy and cokes put on me. So resolutions have never been my thing.
This year I plan to change that. This year I'm going to have an attainable goal one that I will gladly fulfill and feel that much more proud of myself. My resolution is to not ever make any more freaking resolutions. Yes I said it, no more stupid promises I have no intention of keeping. Instead I will promise myself this, that I will strive to be the best I can be at whatever I choose to pursue.
Can't ask for more than that, now can you?
Here's to 2012 and my realistic pursuit of attaining the unattainable!!