When I was growing up, I would read huge books, write novels, and make up characters, and act them out. In the fourth grade, I was tested and determined to have a 12th grade reading level. I was placed in gifted classes, and went to Montessori school at one point. I would create board games from scratch, put together detailed ‘school plans’ and stay up for hours into the night, making fake school lessons. I even would spend time replicating each page dozens of times, because I had no copier. It pleased me to see people take something I had put together and learn something. I spent lots of time alone and to me it made no sense. I loved to tell long stories and hear long stories. People would get aggravated with my endless questions “and then what happened? And how did you look while you said that to her? What was her response?” I loved to paint mental pictures. I spent a lot of time alone in isolation, but it gave me time to develop my imagination.
I constantly read books and among my favorite was Helen Keller, and usually other stories of people who had difficult upbringing and overcame the odds. I loved Strawberry Shortcake. I owned everything from her clothing to every toy that came out to the point where my Grandmother called me ‘Strawberry Shortcake’ sometimes, Pippi Longstocking, and Annie. These were all examples to me of independent children who lived on their own and were happy and thrived. Why was I drawn to these stories? Perhaps because in my own life I spent a lot of time alone, raising myself, and was unknowingly soon to overcome great challenges. I used those stories to give me strength. How did I know I would eventually write scripts and teach drama, and work with girls and women in a teaching capacity, helping them to overcome their own temptations and challenges? When I was younger, making my own plans, I said I wanted to be a Veterinarian, but God had other plans for me. I always said ‘Anything but a teacher!” Sometimes the last thing you think you want to do is right where God places you!
The number of emails and phone calls I get from people for starting an online business is seriously overwhelming.
However unfortunately the more and more I listen and give advice the more I notice a trend in the failings of the fundamentals and basics. These failings are not just online trading but the fundamentals and basics of business in general.
Now I have been online since 1997, I saw the birth of Google when the search giant hit the scene and was an early adopter of Facebook, digg, delicious and masses of web 2.0 sites; hey I even have twitter names like @opportunity among my collection.
I have been able to gather a wealth of education and experience of content and marketing online, had my fair share of successes and definitely enough failings to make an average individuals head spin.
THERE IS NO DENYING THE TRUTH OF THE SAYING, “TIME IS GOLD.”
I never seem to get enough of time. If I had thirty hours in a day, I still feel I won’t be able to get enough time. This was one of the major reasons my financial planning and budgetingslipped. End result was an overdraft I was going to clear ’someday’.
Something will always come up and you will end up wanting extra time. The problem is time is fixed and there is no way to ‘manage’ it. Once it’s gone, it’s gone.
The real art is to manage your use of the time available to you. Every choice you make affects how much time you have to achieve your success goals. The real question is ‘How do you maximize your use of your time?’ Consider the following strategies for managing yourself:
Each day make a schedule of five actions you must finish the next day. Completely review the list. You will see portions of your day are busier than others. Now re-distribute your actions evenly through the day.
I have no motivation. “Who am I trying to impress?”
There are Corn Nuts in the house.
I love food. Simple.
There’s at least 35 fast food joints within a 1 mile radius.
I don’t eat during the day because I can’t remember.
After not eating all day (body in starvation mode) I gorge myself in the evening. Body. Stores. The. Fat
It’s too hard, wah wah wah!
I don’t like sweating.
My kids never eat all their food, so I have to eat what they leave. “Waste not, want not!”
There are Toaster Strudels in the house.
Exercise makes me tired. Wah wah WAH!
Living frugally was not an easy thing for me to do at first, but now I think it is the best decision that I have every made. I am always trying to think of new ways to save money. So this time I decided to see if I could get my monthly bills lowered such as cable, cell phone, alarm system, and energy bill.
So, I started with my cell phone company to see if there was anyway that I could get my rate lowered or get some extra bonus minutes. This took several hours and repeat phone calls, but in the end it worked out in my favor. I told the customer service representative that I could no longer afford to pay over $65.00 a month for my service (mind you that my contract is set to expire next month) and in order to continue with the service I needed a discount because the prepaid plans are so much cheaper with the same features. After haggling back and forth and threatening to cancel my service she finally gave me a 20% discount with extra minutes.
Have you noticed how TV’s standards for nudity and general raunchiness are being relaxed in the worst sorts of ways? For instance, ads for the “Girls Gone Wild” videos show sexually explicit acts with computer-graphic “modesty” squares over the crucial spots—the promise being that your purchased copy will have the same scenes but without those annoying squares. The commercials themselves are still fairly titillating, as the tiny modesty graphics provide about as much coverage as the trampiest of bikinis.
Well, technically it is, so you’re right. However, what I want to focus on is not the notes on the page but the tunnel it creates. That seemingly infinite number of possibilities of what music can be. The reason I’d like to keep this open “definition” of music is the minute you define what music is – is exactly when you define also what it is not. Since art is about expression, I firmly believe that art in all it’s forms should be inclusive. If you set limits, you may have the benefit of weeding out some weaker forms, but also you exclude what could evolve into the next great phenomenon.
In order to think about the progression of music, I thought about the oldest kind of music I could think of – Gregorian Chant.
I have been having a rough week. My minor ankle injury has not only contributed to my already steady stream of small stress sources, but it’s taken away from my chronic stress relieving habit – physical activity.
Everyone I know falls victim to at least some degree of chronic stress. Most people don’t wake up in the morning as joyful as my puppies, bouncing around like ping pong balls, licking everything in sight, only worried about whether or not it’s time to go for their daily woods walk. Instead, we wake up and immediately start tending to our internal chore chart… pee, coffee, email, mentally preparing ourselves for our barrage of tasks at hand (I try to get my GED via online GED lessons), and physically readying ourselves for another work day via hygiene and clothing.
Do you have a green thumb? I assuredly DO NOT. I mean I killed a cactus, a CACTUS. How is that even possible? My husband just shook his head as he took it out of my office to be disposed of. Lucky for me I found a new site that gives hope to my poor black thumb.
The site is actually a book in the making; SHTF Garden by Aaron Turpen. Sections of the book are available as they are written. SHTF Garden is fairly new with new book sections being added on a regular basis. A monthly subscription is only $2.95 but there is also a free membership option available that allows limited access to reports and special offers.
The premise of the book is the idea of survival gardening. It doesn’t talk about how or why you might find yourself in a survival situation. The book is not politically or religiously slanted in any way. The author notes “a self-sufficient garden is an inflation-proof way to keep yourself well fed no matter the economy.” I couldn’t have said it better myself. Another great way to save money and feed your family food that you know is healthy because you’ve grown it.
No I’m not referring to the latest fashion trend or that look you give your children to let them know that you mean business. It’s not that at all. I’ve gotten the look many times in many conversations with men and women alike. I’ve tried avoiding the look. It’s the look that I get from others when I tell them I’m a non-custodial mom. My admission immediately gets the look. That look that says “What’s wrong with you?” It creates an atmosphere of uneasiness.
The look practically screams at me to explain myself in detail just to preserve my character.
It’s a look that only women get because it’s expected and accepted that the father doesn’t get custody. It’s a look of judgement that isn’t deserved.