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Thursday, January 17, 2013

10AM est.- 4PM est

We all want to live a healthier and more beautiful life.....gracefully....

Set Priorities.
"Brainstorm and write down a list of priorities in your life. This list will include anything and everything you're dedicated to and want to spend your time on, including work, family, education, spirituality and friendships. Write until you can't think of anything else. If you repeat items, that is okay. Oftentimes, repeated items on the list represent the things that are most important to you."via E-How.com

GOOD MORNING!!!!!\O/
Knowing what's important and what's NOT as important, enables you to ease on down the road, preventing personal "traffic jams!"

Responsibilities

When living a blessed life, 
bring people into a more "prosperous" lifestyle. Prosperity comes in many forms.(1) Uplift (2) discourage dark ways and (3) Encourage entrepreneurial efforts.

2004 (memoir)

2000, 2001, 2003, 2004, the Trying years (memoir)

Peek in on 2004....
My life had been steadily reeling out of control. I was still working, but the environment was getting extremely dire. A rumor had started that I was in line for a job as a superintendent in the NYCTA. I kid you not! People were actually believing this nonsense. I was met with so much hate and animosity. Rumor had it, that I had a big-wig looking out for my interests. Although I never heard this point being made, I'm sure it was said that I was returning his favor with favors of my own. Employees that had been down with NYCTA for years were outraged.

Common sense went out the window. Everyone, systemwide, was talking about this conductor(eight years on the job, mind you) being promoted to Superintendent. EVERYONE had an opinion about it.

Also around this time, I was dreadfully lonely for male companionship. So what do I do? I get a jar of honey and put not one name, but the name of two NYCTA admirers in it. That situation took my TA experience to a "whole "nother level". I kid you not.
Eventually, I went out on an extended sick leave. But of course it wasn't that simple. I went to a NYCTA psychiatrist( no meds were ever prescribed) and had chiropractic sessions. Why? Doing these things enabled me to have an exit interview, cleanly severing ties with the NYCTA.

Utterly confused and battered, I was on welfare and in housing court.


 Note: N.Y.C.T.A=New York City Transit Authority


Will post 2000, 2001, 2002 2003~ Thank-you!

1, 2, 3, 0r 4?

Tuesday morning. Big City,U.S.A.,  10 A.M.

You've just finished that delicious cup of Vanilla Cappuccino and now you're stuck with an empty cup. What do you do with it?

1) Toss it in a street garbage can.

2) Put it in your purse/pocket to dispose of it at your destination.

3) Leave it under the train, bus, ferry seat.

4) Throw it in the gutter.

5) Flick it at the homeless man.


For arguments' sake, let's say the choice you make is the choice thousands of your city neighbors will make on the same morning, at the same time...

                             1, 2, 3, or 4?

How would your city look at 10:15 A.M.?

Style on the Desk...Creatively Yours!

Do you need something vibrant and jazzy for your desk space? Something totally YOU and new for 2013?

Here are some DIY ideas for pen and pencil holders. These "not so ordinary" small desk accessories, will beautify your space in a creative and cost-friendly way!



1) Small, colorful gift bags-
These holders dress up a drab office desk while being functional pen and pencil holders. Get ones made of fused plastic, fabric, laminated paper, nylon mesh, etc. and there's no need to sturdy them with a coat of shellac or liquid adhesive.

2) Clam shell halves-
Collect these holders on your next beach stroll. Nature meets your writing implements in a clean and fresh way! Don't paint and/or otherwise decorate the shell. Let the natural color and ridges enliven your work space.

3) Women's Wooden and Metal Bangles (Wide Style)-
A friend gifted me with a fashionable bangle that was just a wee bit tight to slide up on my wrist. I sat it on my table and found that it made a cute pen and pencil holder! Pick up a few bangles at your local thrift shop and let your pens dance in jewelry!

4) Small boxes, ie baking soda boxes, cornbread mix boxes, etc.-
Wrap these boxes in decorative duct tape, beads, stickers and decorate your desk with beautiful and original holders perfect for your writing tools!



Free your creative self, while adding a sweet and colorful odor to your work space, joyfully and inexpensively!

Change is a Place called YOU!

Hot summer night. Queens is pulsating.The music.The 'benz. The dude. But something just ain't right. I'm trying to get lost in the beauty of his physique, the "fineness" of it all, but not even the buzz attributed to five Long Island Iceteas is doing the trick.

"Pull this bitch over," I cry out. He's totally amazed and startled, but he does it. I struggle to get the car door open, but  before I can completely swing the lever, he gives me a shove, pushing me out. I land face first on the ground.

"Why, you dirty lowlife #$!!!!##!." As he drives off, I hear the car laughing at me. The music fades as he speeds into the balmy Queens heat. The world is spinning fast and out of control. I make it to my feet and grab hold of a tree.

"Miss, are you alright?" A talking tree?! Dude musta slipped me something extra in those drinks!

"Do you need a doctor?" As I focus, shaking the fog out of my brain, I realize I'm holding onto a woman. She's tall, brown, mid-sixties with a look of motherly concern on her face(which by the way, is lit up like Christmas Eve!)

"Did you see what he did, mam? I'm so embarrassed, but I'm ok....please, just help me to the bench."

She took me by the hand, led me over to the bench, making sure I was seated before she sat down beside me.

"What would make a man throw a seemingly nice young lady, like yourself, out a car door?Glad it wasn't moving."

"Yeah, me too. Anyway I met him at the club, he bought me some drinks, we talked; he seemed reasonably intelligent and DID YOU SEE HIM?"

"No, I didn't-fancy was he?"

"Fine as hell. One thing led to another and I was in his car headed back to his apartment. You know how it is."

"Um, no I don't. Never did let a strange man pick me up in a bar...don't you think that's rather dangerous, sweetie?" The young woman thought about it a few minutes and nodded. What appeared to be desperation on her part was just that-desperation. Work, home, then back to work again. Last night was the first time she'd been out in months. Grabbing "handsome's" attention was just the lift she'd needed- or so she thought. The strange lady looked her straight in the eye:
                           "So many young women look for love in all the wrong places. They look for their reflection in
                            a man's face. It's as if he's the answer to all her problems, whether it be companionship, money
                            or both. All the answers to your questions, dear, are inside of yourself. It's not fair to hold another
                            person responsible for your happiness, peace and tranquility."
The young woman, a bruise the size of a walnut now on her forehead, knew the tall, shining woman was right. Tears streamed down her face and she bowed her head in shame. When she regained her composure and lifted her head, the tall, shining lady was gone as if she never existed. Not even shocked, the young woman straightened her clothes and stood to her feet. She had change in her heart and something  to think about on her mind.
                             THINK ABOUT IT!