The power of the positive mind

Believe.

If you want to have something show up in your life, the ind of person you'd like to become, manifest something new into your life, something powerful or whatever it might be.  You must obviously first be able to imagine it.  Your imagination is able to do all that you ask of it in proportion to the degree of attention you focus upon it.  Ask yourself what kind of attention do you place on your desires? 

Einstein observed: "Imagination is more important than knowledge.  Knowledge is limited.  Imagination encircles the world." 

Logic and reason with get you from point A to point B, but imagination will take you everywhere and anywhere you can dream.  Make your future dreams a present fact by assuming the feeling of the wish having already been fulfilled.  That which you feel yourself to be, you are; and you are given that which you are.  So assume the feeling that would be yours when you are already in possession of your wish or dream. 

Your dream will be realized, so live in the very feeling of  being the one you want to be and that you shall be.  If this assumption about what you'd like to become or have is persisted in, until it becomes your dominant feeling,the attainment of your ideal is absolutely inevitable.  You must first assume the feeling of a wish fulfilled in all aspect of your life.

Do not ever allow anyone else's opinions, don't allow others negativity, shortcomings, failures, assumptions, or what you read elsewhere from someone else's research out there to distract or discourage you from realizing what is or is not possible for you.  If you advance confidently in the direction of your own dreams and endeavour to live the life which you have imagined for yourself you will meet with a success that while unexpected in common hours is entirely possible.

Retrain your subconscious mind.  For your subconscious mind responds to what it is that your suggest to it.  Your subconscious mind determines a great deal of your conscious behaviours.  It is the "id" and super ego at work behind the scenes with each action you take.  96 to 97% of everything you do is done as a result of your id, ego, super ego and subconscious mind.  Thus when your subconscious mind is programmed, it responds to that which it has been placed within it by your conscious mind. 

You are the creator, the captain of your soul.   

 

    

Naw I'm Good

Old Dude from work decided to put me on the spot tonight.  He declared his desire to get to know me outside of work, on a far more personal level.  He's a nice enough person beyond his grumpy facade, but he's too old....looking and in his personality.  When I look at him all I see is a frail old man.  I played it off rater well, thank you very much.  I said that I'd like to get to know him as a friend too. 

See I can be diplomatic.   

Sometimes it's memory loss

Sometimes it's just disinterest?  I've shared a fair amount already about my memory loss and the calamity that can occur thanks to it.  But sometime's, okay quite often it's just a sheer desire of not wanting to engage with others while I already have so many rumblings running through my mind. Of course there is always the question dancing through the back of my mind, "do I know this person?  Have I actual history with them, or are they just rambling on because I am so damn approachable?"

Yesterday I stopped into Starbucks for a long awaited treat.  My signature stimulant, designed by me for me way back in the days of green aprons and plastered on smiles topped with whipped cream.  While I waited for my cup of bliss to be completed, the woman behind me broke into a long winded rather detailed story about her latest experience in Longo's.  What that experience was, I am not entirely sure.  It had a few heights and a very significant low if her body language and tone were any indication, though I cannot be certain as I really wasn't that focused.  It all went something like that:

- 10 to 20 seconds in: Alright this isn't too bad.  She's got a hair that keep flopping every time she nods, oh I should nod too! 
-  15 seconds in: Hrmm she shoelaces aren't even.  Did she tie them herself?
- 18 second in: Oh that's my coffee!  Come to momma Venti dark and delicious.  Crap, she's still talking.  Inch away and nod again...why is se touching my arm?  She's impeding my caffeinated pleasures. 
- 30 seconds in: Crap nod again, smile and look convincing...oops less teeth.
- 35 seconds in: Attention waning rapidly.  Did she just say she just say she rode a donkey? WTF? How did this go from Longos to a donkey?  Does she mean Eeyore? 
- 40 seconds in:  Eeyore, hrm; Winnie the Pooh?  Oh I need to buy honey after. 
- 50 seconds in: How long have I been tapping my hand against my leg?  Where is she in her story? Huh...wtf she laughing?  Should I laugh too? Haha ok that wasn't stupid sounding at all!
- 60 seconds in: Alright I've played along, but I'm gonna loose it in a moment if she doesn't just shut up. 
- 65 seconds in: Okay lady this rides been fun but I want off now.  I have no clue what shes said and I cannot pretend any longer and if my caffeinated cup of bliss is cold now I'll have to rip off her eyebrows...

Being the non awkward people person I am, I reached past her, wrapped my clawed hand around my drink and said "See ya" without a backwards glance. 

Totally nailed it!     

He let's me touch his beard

My new work husband is a viking.  Now safe to say that may just be a fantasy on  my part, but it's a workable fantasy so, go me!  Eric is loud, brash at times, dark humoured, hard working, rather smart, and a really bad manservant.  I've told him as much on a few occasions; much to HR's dismay.  Like most of those closest to me at work, we are an HR nightmare.  We make jokes we aren't supposed to, we blurt of things that would have the faint of heart seeking medical attention, and we make wholly without remorse or shame sexual comments on one another.

I happened to forget my lead hand was standing next to me, while making some inappropriate comments.  He's kind of forgettable.  My bad!  Eric was fixing my robot and getting dirty.  Seriously, a dirty viking with his tools in hand; right there in front of me and I'm not supposed to say anything?  Right.  It seemed perfectly fine to blurt out, "this could be far more enjoyable if Eric took his shirt off and flexed a bit."  While maybe saying things like, "I have just the tool you need."  I thought nothing off it, and Eric let out that dark laugh and winked.  My lead hand?  Well he turned an interesting shade of puce and began coughing heavily.  I think he has asthma and being near the weld cells is bad for him.  Or maybe, maybe it was me?  Hard to tell.

One of our more strict lead hands seems to take my harassment of Eric better than most.  I was mentioning that the company needs to do a far better job of hiring manservants.  Kroup shook his head and gave me the same look many parents give small daft children.  He attempted to correct me with, "Millwright, he is a millwright not a manservant."  Millwright, manservant...looks and sounds all the same to me.  I am still coming home to no dinner in the oven, no half naked man folding my clothes, and no foot rub.  Millwright, manservant, whatever it is this place is hiring; they're all slackers!

Kroup dropped his now shaking head while Eric dared comment that my cheque didn't clear.  So on top of hiring better manservants, I informed Kroup that we also needed a better class of peasant while scowling at said peasant, which sent Eric and the other manservant next to him into peels of laughter.  Kroup tried his best not to feed into my all too common bad behaviour, but lost the battle when Eric still laughing said "I can't tool your machine right now, but you can come sit on my tool box and stroke my beard."  I threw my arms up in the air and offered tribute like Jen in the hunger games.  Kroup looked me dead in the eyes and said, "I understand why the HR team chews antacids when you walk by." 


I mean I think that's what he said.  I couldn't hear much of anything while stroking Eric's beard.

     

My recipe for life

My recipe for life is just that mine, take of it what you will, and add all that is important to you as well.  Each ingredient can be used in moderation, or taken in large amounts, depending upon the desired effect you wish to obtain.  A recipe is only a guideline not a tablet etched in stone, and brings on a new meaning for each chief.   

So long as you approach your cooking with reckless abandon and know that with the sweet's the sour must follow for a ballance; you'll do just fine.


Ingredients : 
 
1 dream within your heart      
1 open mind   
1 open heart     
1 true blue friend     
Equal parts of sugar and spice to taste   
A dash of sour   
1 lover you'll never forget   
1 dare you'd really like to forget but can't     
A handful of embarrassing moments   
1 friend you can have at least 1 really good fight with   
1 friend you can have a really good debate with   
3 love letters from your youth that are tucked away, & that you can pull back out and giggle at.   
1 rosebush full of thorns   
1 recipe for a complete meal including desert     
1 table setting for 6 with 6 stemmed wine glasses   
1 home with dust on the table and a stain on the rug   
1 rule or standard you believe in with all your heart   
1 dollar in your wallet for emergency or  taxi call's   
10 minutes of alone time each and every day   
1 cup of tears per year

Season to taste and whenever possible add in heaps of laughter.

Drinking Games

Much to many peoples surprise, I am in fact not a big fan of drinking games.  I never have been.  I prefer to note that as an adult I don't need a game to drink, just a glass and enough scratch to buy the bottle really.  Plus I must admit that being that out of control, and possibly vomiting on myself isn't my idea of fun. 

So now here I sit after hours of research and combing new sites, and reference sites.  Amidst collecting all of the required data for my paper, noting that I have read so many political blurbs, reports, and full on articles that a drinking game sounds like a smashing idea.  I say we make it skill level expert and you must be politically inclined to play.

Here are the rules:
Open your browser
Hit feeling lucky in Google
Every single post you see that is political, about Donald Trump, Justin's duckie socks, or has you wanting to become a pirate and make them all walk the plank... take a drink or a shot. 

Now if you are playing this game correctly, your home if not already on fire should be on fire within the hour.

Cheers

Jive On

'This is not f*****g fair that you took me off the train because I had my foot there because I was comfortable like that,' she said.
'There is no law that tells me that I cannot sit that way because I paid to be in there' but the officer replied: 'It's the rules of the train.'

Meanwhile as small group of bystanders gather, including a woman, later identified by LAPD as 22-year-old Selina Lechuga, who can be heard shouting expletives at the officer.
'Are you f*****g kidding me? You really have nothing to do,' Lechuga says.

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It's well known that I am not always the most tolerant person of sheer stupidity and blatant disregard for your fellow man.  It is also pretty well know that I gave up my vehicles many years back and have chosen to walk, bike, bus, or train my way around this globe.  On an almost daily basis, I ride the bus.  When the load is greater than is comfortable, or feasible for a bus ride I will call upon my trusted cab company to wisk myself home.  I may in fact be one of the few whom does love to drive, but also loves to ride the bus.  I do not hold the hatred many have for public transit.  It's a privilege that I truly appreciate.  Plus I do enjoy people watching.

You notice I used the term privilege, not a right.  Much like driving a car, riding public transit is a privilege not a right.  If you drive like an asshole you'll lose you license and if you are an obnoxious passenger you may indeed be asked to get off the damn bus.  So why are so many up in arms and slamming the LAPD officer for removing the "teen" she is 18; an adult, off the bus?  I see headlines and rants of "abuse of power".  So lets just look at the abuse going on.

The rules of public transit are pretty simple really.  Pay your fare, be respectful to everyone on the bus, music should only be heard by you not everyone on the bus, keep bags and luggage out of the way and off the seats, make room for others to sit, always give up priority seating to those in need, and in general don't be a asshole.  I am paraphrasing the rules I'll admit but yes that pretty much sums it up.  Now there have been many instances where people including myself have screwed up.  It was not intentional, but it was our error.  Errors that are really quick, simple fixes.  Apologize to the one(s) you offended, make quick amends (ie: change the behaviour immediately).

Bethany Nava, chose to ride the train, she chose to put her feet up on the seat because and we can quote her "because I was comfortable like that."  When asked as is well within the rights of the officer, for Bethany to get off the train, she was both disruptive and in being blunt a total uncouth asshole to the officer she was removed by all the while putting up a fight.  But this is somehow the officers fault?  Seriously?  You're going to tell me that if your child behaved with the same attitude you'd have not given your kid a smack on the ass and told them to clean up their act?  I can say that I would have.  Actually let me not lie to you, I would have seriously spanked either of my children for that level of bullshit.

I am amazed at those so willing to defend Bethany and her asinine behaviour.  Where is the accountability?  Yes she paid for her ticket, just as you'd have paid your car insurance.  Does that mean you can dive however you want?  A few years back I screwed up on the train.  I was just learning the routes and where the tracks were that I needed.  It was damn overwhelming I can admit.  So when I heard that the train I needed was about ready to depart, I ran and as I passed the presto machine I swiped my wallet across it and kept running.  I had to make the train!  No where in describing on how to use a presto car and machine does it say swipe your wallet.  It clearly says swipe you card.

So I make it up to the upper level on the train and am so relieved.  I can get home sooner rather than later.  I am in the quiet section (Yes there is one and you had better be quiet. Seriously) and I am resting quietly with my eyes closed when I feel the tap on my shoulder.  It is the transit lady with her handy machine to swipe cards to prove that we all paid.  No problem!  I tap my card, and am told I tapped it too fast.  So I tap it again and see her face change to annoyance.  Ok what had I done to annoy her?  Well for starters, I had NOT paid for my ride.  I explained what I had done and like any public servant who had more likely than heard this "bullshit" far too many times, she took a deep breathe.

She was feeling charitable and gave me a choice.  I could take the $150 fine and have my card taken, or I could have to .50 cent lecture right there in the now silent section in front of everyone who was now well aware I did not pay to ride like they had.  Noting that my back account had maybe 75 dollars in it and really not wanting the hefty fine as well as also loosing the 50 dollar balance on my card, I chose to receive the unforgettable lecture.  I took my very embarrassing lecture like a big girl and apologise profusely whilst the man next to me chuckled and nudged me and whispered "oh your a bad girl" making it all that much worse.  Now I openly admitted that I was an idiot and failed to do my part and the transit officer took both joy and pity in my plight, but was ultimately very kind.

Had I responded as Bethany Nava and Selina Lechuga had with profanity, and telling the transit officer, "don't you have anything better to fucking do?"  How do you really think that embarrassing scene would have ended?  With the .50 cent lecture?  I likely would have been arrested and had a much more embarrassing tale to tell about the time I not only failed to pay for my fare but also acted like a class A cunt.

But someone putting there feet up on the seat isn't as bad as even accidently not paying for their fare.

I beg to differ.  There are rules for riding any public transit and we are expected to obey them.  I cannot even begin to tell you how pissed off I get when I get on the bus and see someone with their feet on the seat.  So whatever your feet have walked through I now have to sit in?  That is for those that actually move their feet after I stare them down with an arched brow.  Those that don't move their feet get told off very bluntly and may still have their feet shoved off the damn seat.  What I really want to do is punch them in the face for being so damned ignorant.

The likelihood is that the Sgt is going to be reprimanded for doing his job, and the little bitch is going to get away with her bullshit to remain a selfish dipshit the rest of her life playing the victim while the rest of us try to do the right thing and not beat the ever loving shit out of her. 

Metro's 28 page customer code of conduct states that 'placing feet or shoes on seats or furnishings' is prohibited disorderly conduct, which may be penalized with a warning and/or ejection from the train.
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