Showing posts with label thank you. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thank you. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Thank you Mr. Paul Brandt ... a REAL human STAR



Please have a listen to this song [ you don't hafta Mr. Brandt since you may recognize it ~ HaHahaha ] "Calm before the storm" break out song for Paul.  [ I hope you don't mind me being informal since when you hear this story, you will understand why.  Unfortunately,  the link on YouTube is "out of order".  You can find it on iTunes and likely Spotify etc.  Instead I share two versions of the same song:





This makes me think of my sister, Diana .... i still haven't figured out why she's blocked?  Perhaps I'll skoot over to my other personal Facebook and share it there.  Never waste a moment when you are thinking about someone pass you bye.  Pick up that phone or send that text or write that email or share a song or beautiful something that reminds you of them.  Maximize your opportunity to reach out to someone who reaches back towards you.  Help others not because you have to, but because you want to.  Don't feel guilty if it took you a while.  A while can be minutes that can jump into hours, skip over days and hop over months and become blurred by years.  Have a listen to this song and think about who you should reach out to just to say "Hello" to.  It doesn't matter that it is in English because the melody and rich vocals of Elvis at his prime are astonishingly crystal and pure talent.  Or, think about what your talent may be or if you have an interest.  Ask yourself:  "what is holding you back".  < WITHOUT any excuses like time, energy, desire, dedication, forgetfulness, busy, swamped.  I called my daughter today simply because I started to think what I would have for lunch, since I didn't sleep in half the day away, such is a bad habit that I try to avoid.  Thinking, why wake up early to go to work and then sleep most of the day away on MY TIME.  Doesn't make sense.  Thank you for sharing my mumbling.  xo Jeannette Marshall​

Listening to my "LOVELY" playlist from iTunes via bluetoothe is causing me to be very reflective and inquisitive.

What a great song "I hope you find it" by Cher.  Makes me wonder where she is these days.  Horror, if she passed on, and I missed it.  Nah, I doubt it.  Who can forget when Michael Jackson or Princess Diana passed on?  I'm thinking you'd have to be a young adult of the 80s to even remember.  Over-shadowed by 9-11 which is horrific as well.   


Cher
is alive and well.  According to BILLBOARD as recent as February 2017, she just added 18 more shows in Las Vegas.  I saved the link with the following comment on Facebook:


Can you have a look at my new website www.graFX.online  and tell me what you think? I have worked alongside others for many years, yet find it difficult when it's my own.


Products of our childhood and
upbringing where the day was not complete unless you took the time to watch the news.  I think the Canadian broadcaster of news are really digging deap into their roots to establish firmly a reputation of integrity and journalism.  No monetarily donations unless transparently shared in, say an ad.

What about policing online currency?
Now there's a can of worms eh?  Some organization somewhere [ which i tweeted about within the last few days under @optioneerJM on Twitter or a facebook page of the same name.

Now there's some policing prioritization that needs to be sorted out quickly.  Which is more important:

  • Having any celebrity or brand ambassador being required 2 show paid 4 promo emblem or #hashtag [is this for the IRS and CRA to track unclaimed taxable revenue they can snag and force you to pay interest on? ]
~ OR ~
  • The horrific exhibits that have surfaced on Facebook these past weeks.   I tend to go for the underdogs in this world.  Every once in a while for the unfairly treated more.  It is never fair if you work your way up, or raise your company up, or increase your personal brand to the top only to fall vulnerable and object of catastrophic events make its violent horrendous acts catch you off guard?  It ain't totally fair.  Somebody has some algorithm somewhere that can pick up "chatter" of the millions online at any given time, quickly escalating into the billions as Smartphones allow us to spend our time more and more online.  Need a reference?  

I tend to use my PC's GOOGLE set as my default home page.  That is because most times I am hopping on to look something up that I learned from watching a historically-basic epic television series [ which I may add seem to have a medieval fascination with the English Royal Family.  That seems to be what is hip these days.

Microsoft really is starting to annoy me.  They keep interrupting my logged on experience, whether connected to the web or not, parading things in front of me and freezing something I'm doing.

Real technologists, and I'm not saying Computer Scientists like WIKIleaks founder, Assange [ name? spelling? ] ... real users are more techie than they may realize just by how savvy they are on figuring things out, or smart enough to navigate unchartered imagineering.

You can become an imagineer too.  Just come on visit my website that I'm creating based on input and guidance by my supporters and advocates.


www.graFX.online

The vision is to create a central gathering hub for anyone in the graphics, graphic arts, artists, photographers, printers, equipment hardware, cool design, awesome tips, exceptional contributors.

The vision was the first thing I had to nail down.  I cannot write a Business Plan without creating a compelling vision statement that resonates with me personally.  Not caring on whether anyone else sees a connection or simply ignores it altogether.  That is not my issue.

My issue is not coming up with a concept either.  I've done that before.  As a finger on the pulse on what the world is grasping for without realizing it.

Martin may or may not remember the clear vision on what the magazine was going to communicate:  taking care of the body, the mind and the soul, as you travel.  Interesting of a near 50/50 split between genres by female or male evenly.  Mostly, in upper to middle income bracket:  greater than $75,000 single person, no dependents [ with no self-destructive bad habits like drug abuse or alcohol preoccupation ].  Likely intelligent, regardless of education level, yet still skillful.

The competition was geared towards their 3rd Party numbers of 60% male audience to 40% female, so you got it:  disgustingly far too many male toiletries like Old Spice, cologne, manliness something, fast cars, smart investment.  No self-help mavericks in this group, they're self-made in their own minds.

Sound like someone you know?  Don't be frightened if you saw a little glimmer of a reflection spark your eye.  You've come to the right place.  You're smart, you're articulate, gregarious, kind, thoughtful, not prone to female-competitiveness cattiness.  { Sorry girls we wrote the book on this and only have ourselves to blame *meow* }.

I have had two days off and spent a great deal of effort of focus on my surroundings.  I discovered that when you are cleaning, dusting, moving things around to add some vibe to your abode with a freshness, spring flowers like tulips or irises on multiple surfaces in your house.  This cheers you on to put some great music to get into the zone and relaxed into the present.  Be brave, go to YouTube and find one of your favorite songs.  See what unfolds for you by YouTube based on their read on your taste or likelihood to click.

We should establish LTC currency online before we hand out compensation to anyone who hangs a shingle or hides behind 20 year old, dated, made up and smoothed over before professional photographed. 

Wouldn't that even the masses?  Whoever can create that concept, will catch a rising star, or just become it.  A level playing field data analysis where the only compensation received is from membership.

That's what I was starting to say in an earlier blog over at optioneerJM where I gave my 20 year-old-self.  Apparently, I am still dwelling on it because it does force oneself to really examine one's self and know what you want.  

It would have been easier to jump in front of myself 12 years ago and warded me off from going to work where I did.  There was nothing corrupt or awful about it, so relax.  I'm not important enough or relevant enough to reveal that thank goodness.

I would say a few more things:

Enjoy your exercise .... 
dance if you feel like dancing, not checking whether the windows are closed or the blinds up, just do it because you feel like it.  If it is diving into a pool to swim to the finish line, mostly competing with your own score, picture the victorious look on your face, slightly with amazement and otherwise with abandonment of savoring the moment.  If it is on a field, on water or on ice ... do what you remember about why you started to love it like you do.  If you're fiercely competitive then do it with team spirit not individual accomplishment.  Don't be hasty with expectations on rewards or awards because to do that you are no longer savoring the moment, but hungrily or greedily climbing over top of others.

Be grateful
and mind your Ps and Qs .... to the Millennials who were taught it, if not to mind it, it amounts to manners.  If you smile and say thank you as many times a day as reasonably possible [i.e. don't thank the person butting and elbowing ahead of you for credit as to why the light changed color to green ].  I recall, although may have set up a journal, forgot the log on, and gave it a pass as I went on to other things.  Thinking about it now, very likely getting remarried and blending four children, three of girls who had hit their teens >> i.e. being a little crazy ... eh? You think?

To the reason I started this blog
writing on and off throughout the day and into the early evening.  As is with our custom, the hunkster hubster goes and puts his headphones on to his music [ I'm a little country, he's a lot into rock and roll ... classics ].   He then plays that game that I've never got hooked on, or avoided so that I would be assured to miss with a little discipline::.... CANDY CRUSH.  

LOL, giggle a little with me.  
Get away if you're going to smirk.  We don't need your bad karma in here [ now I sound schizophrenic and perhaps ADD not so bad a curse as I thought once possible, lately a lot more ].  

I zipped over to this blog and rattled off, finishing with some of the catches and captures of fishing on the web.  Often tweeted or pinned or posted or shared somewhere.  I tried that a couple of times ::.... doing screen captures on cool things that I discover.  More likely now I just click on the share and go through the choicest channels to choose:  Twitter [ greater ever-improving graphics as part of their visual display ++ the great tagging and carrying captures lumped together, to follow the traction that a tweet may send, otherwise unknown if not shared ++ KUDOS ]; Facebook is usually 2nd, third if email nudged ahead of Twitter.  Twitter is catching on to the dynamics of hosting conversations, which Google Plus [ G+ } via "Google HangOuts" was ahead of the curve just as VINE and other such APPS, vlog platforms expand, instantaneous imaging gives guts to the otherwise more inhibited like snapCHAT.

Paul Brandt was my son's nurse when he was at the Children's Hospital in Calgary oh back, let's see now, 24 years ago.  I am, I am thanking you, honestly Paul.  Just remember, I am said boy's mother, you had just recorded "Calm before the Storm" ... excited by the possibility in front of you with its release, after going to a talent contest and singing, winning the recording.

Paul, you were absolutely amazing.  I've never said that I am the most typical mother.  In fact, my kids and their friends would say that I'm one-of-a-kind {what a great compliment that is!}.  There we are, just finished unpacking and looking around this very small hospital room with sliding glass doors into the central open area where the nurses station was situated.  

Like a gust of fresh breeze swooping into a wind, you burst through the door, introducing yourself and informing us that he was going to be his nurse before and after his surgery.  

First up for business?  A bath ... trust me, he WAS clean when I brought him in.  Maybe it was to keep a normal childhood routine in tact while at a healthcare facility?  Maybe it was taught?  Maybe it was pure instinct?

I guess when a child has been admitted into the hospital, they are given the royal treatment.  Less anxiety that way, I'd bet.  So into a wheelchair he goes, with Paul whispering commands in his ear "don't try to scream too loud so we won't get caught by security" .... smart thinking.  

I practically skipped along the corridor, giggling and sniffing to keep myself from shouting out with laughter.  This was going much better than all my fears set aside and barely my best wishes come true.

It was because of Paul.  
He had a real human heart made into a star.  Casting light, optimism, removing fear and angst from others and putting more firmly on his own shoulders to help you bare the weight.  

Now he gets to sing and write more because of those dreams that became a reality.  It was really very cool to have briefly spent time with you on the cusp of stardom.  

You did forgive me for admitting that I didn't listen to country and western music when you asked me whether I would like to hear your song.  Thank you.  I was probably like the American IDOL judges became so many years later, something like 20 years .... trying to appear nonplussed while poised to be with ladylike frame, no matter how you may shriek or embarrass-ment empathy I would surely hear.

Not losing a sliver of optimism, the next day Paul came in with a copy of the cassette tape for my son, a photocopy of a photograph with which he signed.  {Perfecting that signature for autographs requests only a little while later}.

It is exceptional karma to have been blessed to have you in our lives that short period of our lives.  Know that you brightened our stay and gave a brighter glow for the future.

Thank you Paul.







Saturday, May 28, 2016

The STATS attack!

You can't hardly call yourself a "social media enthusiast" if you don't know how to get into the "stats ATTACK".  

A stats ATTACK is when you start caring about how many likes, retweets, shares you get.  Actually, paying attention to what seems to appeal to people who follow you.  Then carefully observe how they handle themselves:


  • * classy
  • * informative
  • * intellectual
  • * stylish
  • * branded
  • * poise

If you're a gal, I am going to suggest you go with a pink and black theme.  Those are the two colors that mean feminine yet strong.    In fact, after I'm done this blog commentary, I am going to redesign my optioneerJM blog.  Use those colors, have graphics that compliment this new energy.  That is so exciting!!

Then, I will go jump over to MeanderingsABOUT to update to my new colors, like a logo or an illustration, except just with a color combination that can immediately identify me in a flash.  Vibrant colors that at one point seem to crash then bounce off each other causing vibrations.  Notifications.  Identifications.  Notoreity.  




Experiential Evidence
I did an experiment tonight.  As you all know.  For the past two years, I have used this blog as an experiment.  Of sorts.  To test crazy ideas (remember seeing if I could tempt anyone to buy my social media personality for a fee, by bid process only.  Which I will send out the offer again.  NOW.  If you want to buy a ready made up, 72% KLOUT SCORE, Top 1% KRED, 18,000 followers on TWITTER, 500 of the finestly cultivated group of followers, supporters and exhillirators in knowledge, authority on all subject matters related to relationship selling, social media community creation, cultured CONTENT curators (think imagery, artistry, sculptures, greenery, elegant interiors, motivating quotes with awe-inspiring graphics, fonts, everything together.   If you want to buy this name for your own social media blitz, it's for sale.  optioneerJM is a pretty ambiguous name that could be adopted for a clever, a cause, a choice,  campaign or cosmic reach of the universe.  A brand that doesn't promote hate, violence, greed, or fame.  Where only the people decide what is the #bestofeverything simply by promoting, adopting and using this hashtag everywhere, so one of my other experiments is to test whether if one were to promote one #hashtag called #bestofeverything on every social media giant or platform, would it hook together to rise to the top search on google, register on Facebook, and be on everyone's moments on Twitter.  Why not have a trending hashtag that is voted on the people, where no machines or automation can steer the results, where only the top of the best of the best of #everything dominate the peak.  



Collaboration Nation
So the experiment is whether this group that was included in this Facebook post would notice, come read this blog, or jump on the bandwagon of fun.  Learning together, collaborating together, and determining the outcome of this experiment.  I can report on findings as I start to track and check to see what people are liking these days.  Kind of an ad hoc experiment within the experiment:: what are people really paying attention to across all the viral campaigns.

Fan Favorites
The people I like the most are the most personable.  They may touch on some mighty influencial fan favorites, but those fan favorites are not in this group.  Because they either didn't respond to me as much as others.  

Favorite picture of the month, if not year. Breathtaking, haunting, with just a hint of the red faded, enveloped into the rust. Thank you immensely Tim Fargo for sharing this brilliant image. Unfortunately, the artist photographer who created it is faded on the left and should have greater acclaim and recognition. Try this: Send it out as a tweet: " #bestofeverything photography artist @________(the name) OptioneerJM @optioneerJM #RT with the image attached. Then, share on your own Facebook Post with the same paragraph with image, sharing with all of your followers. If I'm not mistaken, this group will rise in KLOUT + KRED + PEERINDEX +Quora influence metrics, because I have hand picked some very under recognized social media and personality plus WHIZ peers. We're not an actor, creative, musician, media personality, professionals. We're professional creatively minded and musically in tuned group of personalities. Sharing inspirational images, quotes, thoughts, leadership, humanitarian, creative, beautiful messages, wisdom, writing, tweets, posts, bios.


#bestofeverything TWITTER #bestofeverything FACEBOOK #bestofeverything G+



Testing, testing ... one, two three
I want to firstly test who responds the quickest, what they respond to, and whether they actually read my post and follow the instructions:  to follow/friend all the "FRIENDS" I've included on the list.  Then reshare it (because when you add someone and follow it immediately with a #RT or share of something they've posted or you include their name, you've increased the likelihood of about 90% that they will follow you back, but not only that, pay attention to what you post.  Not merely a flittering registration among the clutter of a lot of pots and pans, drums or thimbles fall into the background with their noise.  Then the group will create posts, including @optioneerJM and #bestofeverything adopted as their own approval stamp.







Favorite picture of the month, if not year. Breathtaking, haunting, with just a hint of the red faded, enveloped into the rust. Thank you immensely Tim Fargo for sharing this brilliant image. Unfortunately, the artist photographer who created it is faded on the left and should have greater acclaim and recognition. Try this: Send it out as a tweet: " #bestofeverything photography artist @________(the name) OptioneerJM @optioneerJM #RT with the image attached. Then, share on your own Facebook Post with the same paragraph with image, sharing with all of your followers. If I'm not mistaken, this group will rise in KLOUT + KRED + PEERINDEX +Quora influence metrics, because I have hand picked some very under recognized social media and personality plus WHIZ peers. We're not an actor, creative, musician, media personality, professionals. We're professional creatively minded and musically in tuned group of personalities. Sharing inspirational images, quotes, thoughts, leadership, humanitarian, creative, beautiful messages, wisdom, writing, tweets, posts, bios.




FANTASTICO!! Love this quote don't you? 

Shared by one of my FAVORITE facebook 

poster boy -- Mott Marvin Kornicki. Not sure if he

 is for the ladies with his resonating quotes, cool 

*stuff* :: or the guys with his Miami beat on social

 media :: check him out. Add him, fan him. 

Superb guy. How can't you adore him with a 

quote like this? (Follow each other on this list as

 you all come highly recommended by be to 

follow each other. You will notice that they are 

vibrant over achievers who I affectionately deem

 *Mental Energists* on

MEANDERINGSabout ..... 



If you do follow everyone on this list. 

Please ‪#‎RT‬ on Twitter including 

OptioneerJM or Jeannette Marshall 

 @optioneerjm


Twitter's FollowFriday Ranking 





I apologize if  

I included you and you haven't experienced the 

fierce force of connecting with really smart 

people. They are also extremely talented on

 social networking, standing out on top of heaps

weaker fame measurement of TV, Movies,

 Radio, the Media en masse :: people who are 

brilliant and stand out, catch this wave, and take

 it for a wile ride. If you add all these people, then

 share this post, adding comments as who you

 think the best of the best is by traits, character,

 humanity, humor, spiritual, wise, intellect are 

standing at the cliff reading to be pushed off by 

old age. Some jump early, most go with the 

masse, but there are a few hanging off the cliff,

 fighting the need to lose grip and fall down, 

keeping their young, energetic spirit alive with

 attitude.





Now, it is finally time to get off this writing and 

get on to creating.  So much love and adoration.


xo Jeannette



Friday, May 13, 2016

Embrace Friday the 13th as if it means only the #bestofeverything

Yes, you got it :: today is Friday the 13th and you had better not have been belly aching about bad luck, this or that.  Have a listen to this swan song that came out in 1980 from the Talking Heads that pokes fun and demystifies complaining and inspires us to get a move on if we want what we want:


Once in a lifetime
Is pretty startling.  It is a resonating message that today, May 13, 2016, is once in a lifetime.  You will not have another chance to relive it.  So make it worth a story worth telling.




I was fiddling around with my camera app on my laptop and decided to ignore it and just get down to writing, darn it.



I am all showered and made up to head out and meet my husband as we drop our inherited car off to have new tires put on.



Inherited?  Well, it's part of the 50s inheritance plan :: It's when you cosign a car loan and your daughter decides to head out to make her mark in the world, leaving you with the loan so you start driving it.

Now you may get the reason why I have the gadget to the right with cars called "Pump this ride".  It is my expressive rebellion on taking responsibility over want.  

I realized that I really don't post many pictures of myself so I did a couple of selfies to show that I'm not short on attitude, just in height.

My husband is already texting me to see if I've left - we're meeting in an hour and 15 for darn's sake - my way of gaining control over my life is being late more often than not.  That's from a gal who was meticulous about being on time, so much so that I was always 20 minutes early for everything and had to fight the boredom of waiting.

So I'll write about the favorite makeup used today later on.  The texts are coming speedily and if I want to meet my husband after work again, I'd better disprove his "always late" label for me (which wouldn't be far from the truth).

Remember to make today, your BEST day ever!!

xo

Monday, May 9, 2016

the dance of gratitude




Isn't this so true?  
For me it is  relying on a calculator. I force myself to do long hand arithmetic we were taught in our

earliest school years, just after forming the art of

 handwriting instead of printing.


A week ago, I received a handwritten card with a 

lovely note from a lady I spent time with at the

MAC counter at Nordstrom at Chinook Center

(Calgary).  She recalled a few of the major points

we discussed and how I inspired her.   She said 

nothing self-promotional nor about any 

upcoming events or sale.  Beautiful.  Wonderful.






Thank you notes

Is a basic skill that I know of only one person in 

my sphere who does this constantly.  Every time

you receive it you feel special, when you read it

you glow.  


Why don't we do more of that?

We already know how much joy it can bring yet

we don't get around to doing it.   I think I am 

going to try to do something along that line.






I have a package of notecards

 which I could put to great use.  I am a lot like

everyone out there.  I get busy with work, my 

off-time is spent writing here, and of course 

spending time with hubby and family.


Events like Mother's Day allow

us the opportunity to call and send a card,

sometimes even send flowers or a gift.  I know

my mom isn't picky, and chatting on the phone

to her is one of her favorites.  






We seldom pick up the phone 

without a purpose in mind:  inviting someone 

somewhere, following up an email, confirming

an invitation.


What about the none times?

Writing a brief note, saying you were thinking of

someone, crediting them with a memory you 

just thought of or simply to say you were think-

ing of them.





How about that?

No event, no reason, no RSVP, no invitation, no 

specific thank you.


Just to say hi!

A brief note, a thought is what I want to do.  

There are more than the dozen my card supply 

has, that I would just like to say "how goes it?"


What about an email you say?

The reason I'm not going to send an email is

because it is to say hello.  Nothing else.  No

response required.  Maybe they'll stand it up

on their desk in their office as an emblem of

gratitude.  For me to have memories shared

with them.  For them to see how important

they are.






I already send Holiday cards

I used to be one of the first to have my cards

written, addressed, stamped and out the door at

the end of November, plenty of time for the

holidays.  


Tit-for-tat

Makes me wonder how many have scaled back 

sending greeting cards altogether?  Sending an

email instead?  Yeah, right, those little inboxes

that only remind us of work, duty, and too many 

we barely stop to read as we glance through the 

subject line.







No cheating allowed

If you are going to go ahead and do this, you are

forbidden to write a family chronicle newsy 

copied letter that you slip in.  That is not the 

point.  


No event reminder

You are simply going to buy a dozen or six (how-

ever many the package includes) and send an

individualized, personalized note to a few some-

ones whom you would like to know they're 

important, you're thinking of them.






You just want to make their day

and may end up making your own for days to 

come.  Passing on kindness, gratefulness and 

friendship has little to no cost.


Don't keep track of how many you send

versus how many respond (like some may do 

from greeting cards).  


Pay it forward, the old way

is what some may say.  That's fine if you need to

label it or accuse me of recommending some-

thing ageless as time.  That's not the point.






I already know of a few whom I will 

send one to (for examples):


* to our bank manager who worked with us who

   changed our mortgage payment date that is so

   much easier to track.

* a new dental office that gave me the greatest

   service with a gentle dentist who I will return to


Those are only a couple but I hope you get my drift.  Send a card with a note to brighten someone else's day and it just may give you some rejuvenation and 
good-hearted spirit as your reward.

I have used images of dance from my Pinterest board Dancereta to share their beauty with you.