The clubhouse project Wooohooooo I'm on another 4-day weekend and I've been doing things that are treasured by me. First and foremost lately it has been painting objects that turn into repurposed art.
Repurposed art About a year ago I started painting on objects that I'd had for a while and just goofing around painted them. It was so fun and some of them really turned out very cool. The homes I found for them even cooler.
A birdhouse with a purpose As I started painting a birdhouse an idea blossomed. What if I could use the birdhouse as a clubhouse that housed my dreams, goals, where my favorite people could either gain admittance or become members.
Membership I holistically considered who would be allowed in my clubhouse? It wasn't too hard to figure it out, they would be people who I wanted to be surrounded by. They would be:
talented
exceptional
smart
creative
caring
motivational
friendly
innovative
humble
humanitarians
artistic
share positive messages
injected with humour
from across all walks of life
cultivated from among the world's best
they give, they promote, they help, without expecting anything in return.
The givers, innovators, creators
By words, art, photography, beauty they create a world worth living in. Those would be the persons crowded into my little Clubhouse. Lucky for us, there are foodies and entertainers and scholars and teachers and musicians and artists, curated from across many social media platforms and life.
Where would my happy place be?
As part of my clubhouse project, I would imagine the location of such a happy place. I was divided among the options that bring me solace and peace:
My home
My garden
A new surrounding: on a beach, beside the ocean
What would be in it?
No home, no vacation, no location would be complete without the right things in it:
Music
Art
Photography
Beautiful decor
Family
Friends
Pets
6 partitions with 5 sides to life
As a form of therapy of sorts, I reflect upon the clubhouse to create the five sides of life. I began by imagining who and what would go in it. To be expanded upon when I'm feeling discouraged, let down or a strong passion for wanting my life to be on track in a way that I make it possible.
What and who goes in it
Complete the options before us. We only let the people or things that matter to us inside our Clubhouse projects. They bring us positiveness, beauty, inspiration. We leave out those that hurt us, lower our self-esteem, cause us harm in any way.
The outside defines what is on the inside with five sides dedicated to making it a unique piece of our mind, our hearts, and dreams.
The front door
Is welcoming and a place in which we find ourselves safe, at peace, surrounded by only the good and wonderful we imagine it to be. We want it to be welcoming because it will attract only the best of everything anyone or anything.
My garden
What I like to do is reflected on my entrance pane to my clubhouse project: gardening, beautiful flowers, bright colors, happy faces. A solace for dreaming, creating, beautifying where we spend our time.
My goals
Are the levels on which I climb to reach my ultimate destination. Whether it be career, writing, creating or being this side defines what I think will make my life complete. They are realistic and achievable.
My dreams
What do I see when I look outside the window of my clubhouse? What would be the most perfect world imaginable. Certainly gut-wrenching reflection because it defines the who, the what and the where long before economic reward brings the "things". Things don't belong in my dreams. Things are static and stationary, never evolving.
The where
Where do I see my dreams blossoming the most? What would I be looking at by my surroundings? Beauty, sunshine, tropical trees, a lake, ocean or pool with billowing white puffs of cloud that don't bring darkness, but only shed light on the brightness where my inner peace can be found.
The bottom
Is where my secrets, disappointments, hurtful memories, failure, toxic people or events remain. I place them there, on the bottom, to let go, get over and forgive. Once those memories go to the bottom, they become dormant and never again allow me to regret, feel hurt, or hit my confidence.
The roof
Unadorned and plain. A place where I sole away dreams discovered, cheques or money seep into to make the dreams happen and the goals achieved.
It's about possibilities
The Clubhouse Project is about setting about making what is possible a reality. Not to dwell on regrets or disappointments, it is filled with optimism. I am in control of what goes on and in my Clubhouse to arrive at utopia and happiness.
Make your own CLUBHOUSE
Find your own birdhouse: at a store, a garage sale or a thrift shop. Design it in a way as described above. As you paint it, you define the four key components:
What do you want others to see when you welcome them?
Who would the people be that you would allow to be members?
What will you see when you look out your window? :: the goals, the dreams, the realization of all that can be made possible by you.
Where would it be? How can you create the where? Is it where you are, is it where you will need to be, or a stop along your travels to utopia?
What will you bury? Who are the toxic people that you have removed because they block you from creating your intended destiny? What are the awful memories that keep you frozen with fear, replayed over and over again. Letting go when they go into the part of the clubhouse that is not opened again. Who do you need to forgive? Or, who do you need to forgive you? They go in there, part of the past. Let go to allow you your wonderful future. If you replay failures, memories, hurt or heartache, they belong here.
Create your own clubhouse
Once it is created, decide all the ingredients and write them down on a piece of paper and put it through the welcoming front door. Draw out your floor plan or surroundings as you imagine them to be. Put in pictures of people that matter most. Cut out images from magazines or print off photographs and insert them inside. This is where they belong. Write the list of people, things, memories or events you will let go of or forgive others or yourself for.
Creating the life you want
Only you can decide what it is that will bring you peace, happiness and excitement. Nobody else. Only you can determine your goals, decide on your dreams. It is your own Clubhouse project. Creating the destiny you and fate have aligned. Understanding that you reap what you sow. This is your CLUBHOUSE where you begin to imagine the possibilities of a life fulfilled with love, happiness and dreams come true.
Try it. Let me know how it goes,
or let me know if you want to post yours on PINTEREST
I will invite you to share your post or your images!
Do you just ever wonder? What it was like waking up and finding yourself back in the glamour days. When Marilyn Monroe, Cary Grant, Frank Sinatra were of this world. You dress up or you didn't go out! Back in the time when ladies had to be ladies, and fellows were gentlemen around the ladies. It is such a bygone time, don't you just wonder what it would be like? Gloves and hats Were just important as the gown, dress or outfit that were defined by clip on earrings, that you can't give away in garage sales now. A pinch of this and a pinch of that If you didn't behave in church, or were moving around restlessly, you could find yourself pinched. The almighty pinch was worse than a dirty look or a raised voice. Back in the time, when you didn't have the belt as much as parents of parents, today, want to think.
A generation's generation who champion manners, a lost grace in a large part of our society. We were suppose to be scarce between dinner and sun down. This was the best time of the year. Right now. Red rover, red rover We thought we were pretty smart then, not unlike our own children do. The sneakiness was different in those times. When we scattered at the last beloved 30 minutes before the sun was starting to fade. Grabbing hands, laughing loudly, as we ran through the throng of neighbourhood kids to evade being caught and having instead to do the catching. The rules relaxed When there was fun to be had. The parents slowly stepping off stoops, starting out to call their children indoors. Instead, assembling, smiling at each other, parents in the Good Parent Club as we bought a few extra minutes of outside time because no one parent would want to be the first to disrupt such a marvelous coming together of children, kids, having fun.
We weren't sure, nor did we care. We were so caught up in the moment, of laughing, running, catching those last glimpse of the sun. _________________________________________ ~..~ When a neighbourhood BBQ or a gathering of friends and family, usually meant, we could be out playing in the street lights, with the hustle of dancing, by parents, with neighbours, friends, sisters. The spirit of the moment Where being together was the most important event of the day. Often happening. Looking back I never thought we took anything for granted. A harmony of spirit A collection of the brave, who faced challenges but never beating down us. We were outside, we celebrated summer like a gift that would never be returned. Because it was the thought, the caring, that was the biggest present of all.
The expectation of a gathering was never far, always dear. Not unusual. Often ever near. After church, long weekends, or simply a mere assembly of those that live near. Hats and gloves I would squirm through just to return to those bygone days. Take the time to embrace it. Hold it even more dear.
A one day and only day You never really knew. Until you grew older, the magic that you lived through. Blessed and remarkable, even though challenges were plowed through. Creating a memory that you would love to return to. Accompanied by your children and loved ones to know what you knew. Experience the wonder of feeling special to tip toe the tulips of time.
"Simplicity is never simple."
~Jeannette Marshall
Two Cheery Cherries by Andes Design #bestofeverything
As it happens from the renounced birthplace of Ted Cruz (Calgary) I'll be goshdarned! I wouldn't have guessed it: Sanders is beating Clinton AND soundly ::: if that is the case early on (multi-tasking aka watching as I write this for my three followers). If you looked at the preliminary numbers it was a fait d'accompli (french) ::: Trump is ahead 30% with Cruz in his dust. Yes'm folks, there very well may be a revolution and you will have to continue along with the media bombardment and (sometimes with the distortion of) the facts ::: organizations taking on the establishment ::: with broadcasts upon channels theatrically gifted anchors and guests acting like it is a return to the hay day of the Kentucky Derby or Vellenieve (oui, Canadian) in F1 racing. Food half way to the mouth stopping ::: before the populace is politics of all politicking to eventually come to a finish justifying heady predictions ::: statistics running across the bottom of the screen like a ticker tape, back in the days of old (those words scrolling across the bottom of your screen). There they were, even to the untrained and nonAmerican viewer, the early predictions coming true this time from the polls ::: based on what? You got it: 1% of 1/10th percent!!!
Image source: Wallpaperscraft ::: Dragon Fantasy (via Google Search)
Switching gears: Ok, so who else loved the love story of a long time from "Game of Thrones"? Jack Snow with gal with the foul mouth :::remember her? Now, who else was a little cheesed off when they killed that whats-her-name girl with the fiery red hair and Irish lilt? I was kind of liking having some warm and fuzzies for a change after sooooo much brutality and heads chopped off or hanging ::: holy Hanna talk about violence! Well guess what friggin what!?! The handsome Jack Snow is dating her in RL (real life). Yes ::: her! Speaking of which, what a fantastic surprise from my hubby who almost never brings me surprises: gave me a leather notebook with this stamped on the cover. Unlined so I can doodle or write or .... whatever I want to think about or do. So, as I often do when I write, I go to look for a photo or image that will make a SPLASH ::: say visually what I am trying to put into words :::
Well, shiver me timbers ... the first response from our friends from Google ::: when I searched for "Game of Thrones images" and People.com was the first response. On auto pilot, I click and then wowzers, upon splendor, Jack Snow and his little lady are in love in RL (real life). Yah, I know, they are young, single (they better have been or I would withdraw my vote) met while filming and fell in love. I mean what a set! Epically, appealing I would say and no wonder set the internet on fire faster than Trump's first Sanders insult ... outpacing Reality TV audience transfixed by watching the New Hampshire drama unfold ::: my husband is annoyingly flipping multiple channels that tell him the same thing, just different voices and faces. I have to apologize for messing up their names ::: Game of ThronescostarsKit Haringtonand Rose Leslie. Phew, sorry. We so often get wrapped up by the truly talented best (cinematography, costumes, writing, direction, special effects and crew) assembled into a mesmerizing character we forget that they are very different, very real, people. One last beef ::: People.com only "highlighted" the guys name: Kit Harington. That sucks. It disappoints me gravely. I dunno, I guess I thought that People was an establishment made up mostly by women. BOINK :: BONG :: WRONG. Then again, women don't often help other women. Ever notice that? Well, I'll leave that for another day. Here's the quote that was embossed on the notepad:
So close, yet so far away .... the count down to 2016 and the farewell to 2015. Time to fold up the bitter thoughts that may have lingered and shed its unproductive head. Syonara baby to all the naggy little irritants that floated above my head, ready to *PUFF* and become a cloud, waiting to pour the negative imaginations. Take a snow blower to the tenacious icicles that make you freeze, instead of live high on life. Hit those memories like a volleyball.
You know you have some, we all do. Granted, some seem to have more than others. Is it because they exhaust them, some appear to be too willing to share their grief? When so many others, will bottle it up and without a leak, the smallest of shaddow will egnite an explosion of rage, or rant, or retaliation. How calm those can seem unless you are around when it catches alight. You wouldn't be harboring any resentment towards anyone or anything per chance would you? Sometimes masked in blame, you gurgle and ripple when a reminder flickers before you: a transit bus sign, a song soothes you before it reminds you of a time, when things were less complicated. The burden of security. Laying in our minds in varying capacities. To one it may mean safety, while distinctions apart: a warm bed to sleep in, a healthy meal to eat, the last drag on the cigarrette and the final withdrawal of a needle. Where being clothed is always a choice and having clothes to wash and change is always a blessing instead of a chore. To have hands to pick out vegetables or fruit because we are grocery shopping. The littlest things gone missing. New ones to be discovered.
Let 2016 be a time of peace. A peace of mind, a peace sign, a peaceful time. Void of explosions, where those in need are given safety and men and women are only friends. Rejoice in the peace sign. Let it be renewed symbolism of hope. Those who want * P E A C E * have their wishes granted. Let art and music along with all means of expression carry that one unified theme * P E A C E * to you, to me, to your neighbour, to mine, to your church, to my prayers, to your job and all that entails: be paid, love what you do, help others become better. 2016 brings about a freshness and spirit. Avoid casting a noose around your neck called "Resolutions" that are high, wide and difficult to reach. Instead find steps you can make in that ultimate destination. Health equals exercise, mental health, security, love, vegetables, fruit and food we can learn to like. Replace "Resolutions" with absolutions. Things that are possible for you to accomplish one minute, one hour, one day, one month, arriving at another year. You have cast aside the negative in 2015's wind, to allow the sun to shine on optimism, hope, pride, and opportunity.
Look into your left hand. It is almost time to blow the molecules left of 2015 away. Your right hand trying to force you to look ahead. Don't look down, look up. The horizon is changing with you at the wheel. Of your destiny.
Have you ever noticed that if you're in a good mood, you tend to be receptive to being entertained? That was the magic of a date with Hunkster Hubster and a movie, going home to him making Tacos. Can life get any better? Certainly, from the opening sequence with the Day of the Dead celebration in Mexico, the vibe and energy was outstanding!
Well from this side of the theatre, life was grand indeed. I admit, that sprouting love spirits date night with movies, holding hands, and laughter. Hunkster Hubster and I haven't been married 10 years yet. We went on a vacation, blended a family of teenagers, and weathered their theatrics together. We were living on the edge then, just like Daniel Craig's appealing James Bond character with the outstanding talent of Director, Sam Mendes firmly planted as the film's visionary.
I don't want to ignore the fact that if it wasn't the imagineering of Ian Flemming, this force of movie franchise would never have been started. It blends the tradition of a great story with the seat-jumping startling action and effects. Like the splendid, beautiful glory of the cinematographer's canvass that unfolds before us. It is like the franchise itself, similarly, are gliding into the sunset with the right person or audience by its side. I did jump a few times, unexpectedly being jolted to the magnetizing special effects and Cinematography Graphic Illustrations (CGI) -- that may not be the exact acronym definition, but it works for me. Forbes took a look behind the scenes of the Sony movie.
Admitally, my radar sensors did go up when I was at HP (Hewlett-Packard) and it was sharing with its global world wide tech/engineering workforce of the highest magnitude, was telling us how HP was fueling the emerging technology of movie and image blending to catapult into the stratosphere while everyone else had their eye off the biggest ball, all chasing after DATA and CLOUD. I will vere back to my original topic. (At least you know what others perceive or drives family crazy, is how I can jump from a story into a side topic and then jump back with "anyway, as I was saying, don't interrupt me verbage". What this Blog amounted to was celebrating the phase in life that you're in, regardless of age. There are sunrises and sunsets, with the odd fireworks that will eventually settle into a comfortable, companionable, non-dramatic life. Sharing those previous hectic and often crazy times, made a bond that is simply amazing. Without the stress of being a parent together, and each other's biggest ally and trusted advisor, we could be the leaning post, non-interfering when the other has to deal with a child issue.
It all takes turns. We go from being serene, to splendidly entertained, then satisfyingly fulfilled in having a quiet moment to share in peace and harmony. We sure went over mountains together and apart, to start coasting on the other side. No longer reaching impatiently to what life had in store, but settling contently that sure there are things you may have wanted to avoided or changed, but this part in our lives, is certainly not one of them. Take a few minutes out, turn up the volume, lean back and just listen to this:
Just saw this this afternoon and utterly entertaining, superb and unravelling of the talent involved on one of the best for 2015 in Spectre. You can't miss the remarkable cinematography with panoramic backdrops that make you feel you are right on the set. We sure forgot fast what the true movie experience is all about. We've gone from theatres to televisions to HD to mega movies in a blink of an eye. This sure makes me feel somehow, how grateful it feels to be thankful to be in my 50s. Not fighting the uphill climb anymore, still magnificent in many ways, reaching in to the creativity that has long bubbled beneath us. The suffocation similar lyrics in this song, is highly relatable. #Spectre #JamesBond #DanielCraig #danielcraig #Sam Mendes (not yet registering on the stratosphere identity plugger powerhouse of Google. #Spectre is at the bottom of a viral sensation upward vertical curve.
5 out of 5 *Stars for this brilliantly entertaining movie that will appeal to the masses.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my Canadian patriots, friends, family, followers, readers and everyone in between. Lucky for me, I have the whole weekend off, except Monday. Being in thank-ful mode, I do appreciate what I am able to.
The kids will be coming over, with the Stepdaughter bringing a ham, my middle daughter, a fruity baked creation (yummm) and my adorable son. Sadly, my baby is still in Vancouver yet will be celebrating it with my mom, brother, his wife, their daughter and certainly her beau. We'll see if she heeds my advice from our long chat last night: to have Matt pick up a bouquet at Safeway and have it split and wrapped into two wrappings (to be economically wise) and have the ladies swoon.
NEEDED: Someone who can animate or GIFF this? Full CREDIT .This art was created by Markam Shrak
Why are guys so dumb sometimes? It IS spelt out to them everything: in commercials, in the supermarket, on television. It won't mean anything until they run banners along the bottom of videogames - streaming branding. Can you imagine Coca Cola do a 15 ministrobe flash on your device - why is it that shortened names to only keep the original names i.e. Coke?
You aren't getting it yet? This blog was a kinda talking myself out loud thinking some fellow women and sisters would think I was talking with her. A friend. Right there. Hey you felt lost between vegging watching TV and then rolling a joint and then just see what takes shapes.
I seriously should have interjected because my friend Wasp (replaced to protect anonymity)has jumped on the keyboard and chill out with you.
"KEEP SMILING" my ode to you
You're hear so far. So, I'm guessing, go far so good. Woman, girlfriend, daughter, niece, friend, maybe even follower. You're here because you'r a bit unsettled. Ajusting to the feeling that age is around the corner and it's really scary.
Hunkster Hubster and I first started marathon watching, or binge watching was when he had a much younger set of kids. Four of them living together, our roof. Me and the hunkster hubster figured out pretty soon that our really awesome individual kids were great big panksters whenever we never around. On each other, an innocent communication to get attention.
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Every time we have them over. There always seem to be a new tale. I started it about 7 years ago when Hunkster Hubster and I had a family. His one daughter who was a fifteen year old that it amazed me could walk with that big giant chip on her shoulder weighing her down. Times like that were such good times. These sidebars will be my saviour. Saving my ass from going on a tangent of nothing relevant to what I'm writing, but a burst of a though or memory that needs to be shared. This wisdom that I imparted to all my three daughters have worked out. Desiree is getting married next summer. She is marrying a super buy. If you were to try to set up the perfect guy and get by order, wouldn't that be something. I don't know how many times I've told them all that they are going to have to kiss a lot of toads before you find the worthy one. The worthy one is who I am going to define men in your lives as such:
Bread winners: they make decent money (nix millionaires)
They like their music: but they are not necessarily musicians because I perceive being in a committed relationship with a musician would be really hard. Often they are so good looking they could be looked at twice, having others think he must be a retired rock star.
They are good with their hands: Well, ummm, this is no Sisters Shades of 50 Grey. I guess, unless that is one of the topics we want to explore.
Alrighty then. Forcing myself, and if you're still ready, probably to think of the asshole(s) who broke my heart. That was like a splash of cold water, cool awakening.
I need you to have a listen to this music video. Have a lot of good vibes watching it. If it makes you want to stand and dance, just go ahead and doing. Hunkster hubster is fast asleep on the couch. Hogging the remote in case I grab it to watch "Magic Mike with Tatam hearthrob what's his name. F*** I always transposed that: Channing Tatam.
Plenty of you out there. I guess you're the same. You are a pretty good person, work oriented, kids oriented, family oriented, smart, curious, inquisitiveness, creative, idea persons, musicians, artists, players, actors, You believed that whole getting married in the 80s means. Ha ha ha ... t'would appear I'm assembling my audience. Are they going to come check this out and subscribe willingly:
Carry on reading now as we both listen to the song together. So, it's going to be the new Women's Conspiracy Theory. A group of women by invite who dispense their own conspiracy theories on life, women in career, Lean In Chicks, Life Coaches and really around basic nice, smart lady thing you have going on. Listen honey, they're looking for tigers all around you and themselves and all they see is those tigers. Yet there you are, in the very midst of all of them and are unique. Not in a wallflower, stand and tap music kinda of a thing. More like day dreaming about this sort of thing:
So what do you normally do on a Sunday night? And way way back to my starting to watch marathon movie shoes. I'm blasted away and so surprised. The Killing is the best I've watched since Sons of Arnarcy (what the heck, how do you spell that think??) and before SAMCRO (that's easier) it was BREAKINGbad. Somewhere in the midst of it, we realized that with the new OPTIK TV (copyright TELUS) we can rewatch series that were televised, not that very long ago the wonderkind emergences of #Netflix. Now, I'm really not what you would call your typical TV or MOVIE watcher. I didn't start watching movies or on TV until I hit 50. Stop falling on the ground and yank yerself to your feet, you dumb moron.
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I rarely watch TV. I was born in 1961. We started living in Germany by 1969. Norm was an airforce avionics specialist. Take that stat now. What are the chances that my dad chose a career in the military that universities weren't even carrying yet.
He was the equivalent of a phD in that field.
There are so many people of its kind out there. Wasn't big philanthropist take on this cause. For example, if you have been a sales professional for 15 years with a stellar track record. They are The Women's Conspiracy. Only a true member will uncover what their's may be. Yes, it could be a FOODIE MARKETER SPEAKER manager, educator, performer, administrator.
Do we really care? We're going to hang out and read, write, watch and collectively decide what matters. If I create other sites where we women decide what matter. We don't need admirable Mrs. Obama, Ms. Fiorini , Lean In *insert name* Oprah Winfrey (respectfully). I think we're a little bit more special. We're a fraternity of girls who have grown into women, have had a women's lib melt down once or twice before.
We've been on a rollercoaster ride during our lives and now we've come around to be inspirators, creators, artists, poets, writers, journalists, beauty designer, clothes brands, shoe fettishes, and way too many pieces. Now don't force me to give up buying accessories: which we gave birth, in the sixties no less on offcast of groovy styles while we had mothers who first appeared as the wife in Mad Men *insert name*.
So are you keen? Are you a Woman Conspiracy Theorist? Let me know. If I like your blog (blogs that help on life matters, foodies, beauty, fashion, artists, creators, artists, musicians, vocalists, poetry or lyrics. If you want to be here, find me.
Even if you won't ever come back and read or visit again, I sure hope you had as much of a blast as I did making this tonight. Yeppers, after midnight when all accountants, lawyers, construction workers, administrators, stocktraders, sales professionals, transportation drivers, barge captain or professional athlete .... we be all up writing, listen to music, flipping through videos, reading up on the latest interest. Sharing a sleeplessness of how is tomorrow going to be?
Growing up in the 60s/70s you hit your stride in the 80s. LOL at those styles, good heavens. I bet you're a bit of a style horse still. We were kids in the most optimistic of times. All our dads were working, our moms sometimes while often taking care of the family was her full time job ad priority. Our personal wellbeing, a direct advertisement on how life has treated you.
Noooooooooooooooo, I don't want to bet you. GHEeshh. That's not who I am. I'm a direct talker. Imagine that, I decided right then I no longer wanted to ever see, read or write "direct shooter" again. Why would I listen to to the news being devastated as though it happened to me. I think I was given an extra dose of empathy from my creator.
So how else can I attract a strong, dynamic, smart, professional, got the world by the *alls, and know you haven't done your very best "thing". Have you figured out what that is?
Well, I know the main thing. We can't do it alone can we? The sidebars on my Blog page can always be updated, even if I can't always right as much as I'd love to. There will some among of us that would like to jump in. Respond. Say what you think? Can we create an online fraternity of women who are beyond average, have a lot to offer, and with the right support and mentoring by the right role models.
The rules will be very few but unbendable, without exception a forum for gender rights, feminism, and female issues by vote. As your leader, scribe, and promoter, I will profess to promise to be a good example for anyone anywhere, without notice. Not drunk, stoned, lonely or melancholy. We want to help each other.
We will come up with a pledge so that only those who are voted in and qualify, will be given an emblem to share wherever they want. As a bumper sticker, on all their social media profiles, author pages, artists pages, musicians pages, We will give each member a chance to present themselves, their bios, their likes, their favorite flowers, movies, music, best ever book they're written, read and highly recommend and why?
Another promise I can almost assure. If it catches on, we'll create ways that we can identify our members. That's where I need people who have hidden talents and can get things done. They'll be SEO pros, IT gurus, CLOUD masters, APP developers, smartphone geeks.
Eek, I guess I went off on a real meandering about a bunch of different things. I'm sure if I keep coming back and reading, I will want to continue editing it, tweaking it. More, different photos, quotes and outside links. Maybe I can make money off of links rather than ADworks from #Google.
Well, I did include Heinz Tomatoe, maybe they'll dish out some do shopping money because it was an artistic statement used as an example without any intent to infringe on any copyright, and to only use it as a creative example of getting a message across by borrowing an image that captures the point you are making. In fact, I'm sharing the coolest image I found today ...
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My favorite day of the week is Saturdays. It has long been my chillax day. The best part is rolling out of bed any where between 9 am and 12:30 pm. I love it when the Hunkster Hubster has it made and sends our dog, Buddy, upstairs. Buddy's jobs is to wake me up. As a natural herder, he is talented at digging his wet cold nose on my face, not liking me, but ending up nuzzled in my neck. Which is by no ways a way you want to be shock into becoming awake.
Then I do.
I cannot believe it. Still, I have meandering and carried on. Completely omitting the reason why I wrote this Blog. How the Hunkster Hubster and I forayed into our first binge watching or weekend marathon with The Lord of the Rings. From his collection. We were having this conversation where I said I hadn't seen the movie when it was the biggest book of my life: my Grade 5 teacher Mr. Quinn, started reading it to us every Friday afternoon for the last couple of hours of class. Then based on behaviour criteria, he chose one of us students to go to the front of the room and read the next number of chapters of The Hobbit. That person also was given a stamp. Yes, most of us were engaged, well behaved students, gloriously best with the best teacher, if not ever, the best teacher in its time. I went on my own and read the Lord of the Rings. That may have seemed quite an accomplishment for Grade 5, but it launched my love of reading.
Hunkster Hubster is these days playing "Farga" that
driving game that is new to X-Box. That is, if the Seattle Seahawks are playing on the NFL. I get to spend an hour to three just looking at what is on the web. Quite often, I could be on a mission after reading a book that I was so pleased with: The Girl in the Spider's WEB by David Lagercrantz, who has masterfully carried on the same feel and story as though it were still written by the Stieg Larsson's series that hooked me: "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo."
Let me see, what draws me first? I'm going to say Facebook, then Twitter, if Pinterest or Linked IN haven't grabbed me beforehand. Then I'm Jeannette in just chill mode. Absorption ready. Eyes sharp for that great image or idea that ignites my imagination. Then this overwhelming feeling takes over like I'm being dragged to either of my blogs and writes something about what needs to be written.
I don't expect you to like every selection of music I chose. Then again, it is MY blog ... lol, giggles.
I chuckle, here I went, sidetracked on telling you about the series I highly recommend watching. I'm a fan of detective, mystery, thrillers, and "The Killing" on NETFLIX is masterful. It grabs you really early on and you are transfixed on the events that unfold. The trailer won't do it justice.
Don't be discouraged that there are four seasons. You will only regret if you don't give it a try. The acting, script, setting from Seattle should be getting a lot more attention. True Detective was at the top of the game when they launched it. But I hardly think those fans will mind watching this one.
I wonder if I'm on the right track? Will I be able to attract new subscribers or followers? It sure is a matter of self discipline. I like what I'm writing, I see how it is evolving and decided what it can be about.
Send me a note on Twitter, Facebook or Google if you're on board and/or whether you want to be @optioneerJM Women Conspiracy member. We've got lots to talk about. My main goal is to help it avoid being a lonely, isolated one. You know, you can be surrounded by people, do a lot of things, even accomplish a lot. Where's your safe zone?
This can be it. We'll be focussing on the positive force of being pushed into 50. Neither a Baby Boomer yet likely a parent of a Millinnial. People should paying attention to us. We've been squished from both sides. We're the ones making a difference while faded into the background on the tidal wave of events happening in our world.
It is like an open forum, mic turned on, and people tuned in to what is really going on. This is not gender specific, it is gender influenced. The issues facing both ones, are sometimes very similar, and in some unresolved ones.
"Stay inquisitive"
~Jeannette Marshall
Until next time ... have the sweetest of sweet dreams:
