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Did I Remember To Tell You Today

Did I remember to tell you today that “I Love You” because I meant to. Did I remember to tell you that you are important in my lfe? Did I remember to tell you that your smile is owned by you and I feel privelaged when you share it with me? Did I remember to tell you today that I am a better person because you are in my world? I meant to. I need you to know that if I could create you to be the perfect fit for me, you would be exactly as you are. You are perfect to me. Did I remember to tell you today that I cherish our relationship and feel blessed, because I meant to? Your kindness and your generosity to lift my spirits doesn’t go unoticed and I thank you for that. Our day to day goes by so quickly but please know that if I had a dollar for everytime I thought of you, everytime your face goes through my thoughts and every quiet smile your name generates, I would be a millionaire. Did I tell you that you are my friend and that fact makes me proud, I meant to? Did I tell you today that if the world was to end tomorrow, I would ask to have one more hug with one more giggle and a good sassy comment, ’cause I certainly meant to? Tomorrow is another day and perhaps our paths will cross and if I should forget to tell you “I Love You”, well, I meant to.

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You’ll Be Stronger……and other lies.

Devastation, loss, heartbreak and tragedy does not make you stronger or resilient or a better person. It kills a piece of your soul. Every time you experience despair, a piece of your soul dies. It just does, it just is and it’s reality……and how do you like that for an opening statement?

Have you ever wondered why older people seem calmer, perhaps less shocked by “bad news”? They seem to hear or go through total devastation with an aura of acceptance, not because they are so strong, but I believe because over time their sense of the unbearable has died. They and eventually we have become numb to sorrow. The ability to comprehend the severity has died. We have learned through history that life will go on, personal pain unoticed, everyone moving on. We shutdown the feeling of spending any time on the shock and awe of the situation as it is self defeating and so that little piece of our spirit dies. The elderly with their calm demeanour during crisis’s, admired for their strength and wisdom just know that the impact of this moment will in time too pass. It always has and it always will.

I spent sometime this morning reading over some motivational quotes and inspirational thoughts and found myself saying out loud, “Bullshit.” Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, move forward and learn from all the ugly stuff. What a load of crap. Just maybe I don’t want to loose another piece of my soul. Just maybe “C’est la vie” isn’t where I want to go. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger…….check mark in the strongly disagree column. It doesn’t physically kill you but a piece of your spirit dies.

Remember when you were a kid and everything was so exciting and wonderful? Life beats that out of you. It takes that innocence and exuberance and day by day replaces it with fear, worry and trepidation. We spend more time evaluating situations for the “screw over” or “the downside” and justify it with not wanting to appear stupid or naive. God forbid we be trusting.

My brain works differently than normal people’s brains and I clearly get that. When I see someone, and we all know them, who have been to Hell and back, I don’t see a survivor, I see a very broken person who needs an honest smile and a nod of recognition. I get it! They aren’t stronger, they are coping and they damn well deserve a high five. Motivational quotes my ass, a standing ovation is in order.

So…..it is my personal philosophy that we take every gut wrenching situation and fix it. Name it, own it and fix it. I believe our soul is no different than our bodies in that it needs to be replenished. We have no problem spending time and money on the newest youthful regenerating face cream, lets regenerate our souls. Grab all those pieces we’ve lost and replace them.

I want to re-own (maybe not a word) Happiness, Excitement, Innocence, Trust and Fun. Maturity is just another name for responsible, so I’m not against that, but temper it with the word reasonable or mellow. I am so tired of my soul dying piece by piece by devastation that physical dying would be a pleasure. Life has taught us that bad things happen to good people everyday and we live in fear of that. I would like to make a powerful proposal, what if, just what if we all tell ourselves and our friends how fantastic they are? What if we acknowledge all those pieces of ugliness we have all endured with a simple hug and replace that dead piece with a positive comment. If we were to do this for each other everyday maybe THAT will make us stronger or resilient or a better person.

Success

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I love successful people, I find them fascinating. I love to be around them and could listen to them all day. Now some people confuse successful people with wealthy people and that may or may not be true just as all people on welfare may or may not be deadbeats. Some are, some aren’t, everybody has a story. The successful people I’m talking about, and I know many, are the doers and the thinkers and the positive “get’er done” people. The high energy, glass is more than half full, people! The people that get up every morning pumped and ready and excited. They love what their doing and see everything as a choice and they are choosing this life. It’s their life, they built it and they love it! At a gathering I always try to park myself right beside them and listen, you never hear them talk about someone…

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I Got To Be Your Mom

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It is my wish that someday my children ask me to define my life. That before I die, they look me in the eye and ask me about my accomplishments and my hopes, my dreams and how my life played out. I hope they will ask me because this is what I will tell them.

I got to be your Mom! I was blessed to meet a man who shared the same passion for children. I married a man whose priority was to have children and share their lives growing and learning.  To be a family.

I got to feel you move in my tummy and know that my life was going to be forever changed in what was to become the most fulfilling relationship I would ever have. I got to hold you the minute you were born and feel a level of love that was like nothing anyone…

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I Got To Be Your Mom

It is my wish that someday my children ask me to define my life. That before I die, they look me in the eye and ask me about my accomplishments and my hopes, my dreams and how my life played out. I hope they will ask me because this is what I will tell them.

I got to be your Mom! I was blessed to meet a man who shared the same passion for children. I married a man whose priority was to have children and share their lives growing and learning.  To be a family.

I got to feel you move in my tummy and know that my life was going to be forever changed in what was to become the most fulfilling relationship I would ever have. I got to hold you the minute you were born and feel a level of love that was like nothing anyone can prepare you for. I got to look at how perfect you were and promise to you, that you would become my lifes priority with a mission to protect and promote your perfection and individuality. I got to cuddle you in my arms speaking my adoration, and embrassing every moment as I knew that my days were numbered for those swaddled times, life was changing everday. The world was as it should be with you growing and learning to crawl, walk and explore the world. I got to be your Mom, the witness to all the excitement. I was blessed to watch you look at Dad and I for encouragement and praise and blessed to clap, dance, sing, hoot and holler at every stepping stone. I got to go to bed everynight exhausted from your exuberance, knowing that I just shared a day with the most precious person on my planet and that that day would never come again. I got to be your Mom, but you gave me more than I could ever give you. You gave me the meaning of joy. You gave me the perspective of priorities. You taught me what is important and what is just stuff. Not one night, when I layed you down to sleep, did you thank me for the house or the car or the trip, you said, “I love you Mommy.” Many a night I cried tears of pure joy for the heartfelt hugs and multipe kisses. The animated stories and squeals of happiness jumping on the bed made all other matters seem mute and I thank you for that! I got to be your Mom and struggle with your growing independence, my feeling of loss of control but I balanced that with the hope that I gave you the tools to move forward, for as you moved forward I was forced to do so as well. You grew and learned and I too grew and learned. For every moment of fear or frustration there was a wake up call to think about, “How could I do better, what can I improve on?” You made me challenge my thinking and were the catalyst to improve myself. I was very cognizant that being your Mom came with many responsibilities. Parttime isn’t good enough. I must strive to be of the character I wish for you to be. If I can instill in you a sense of value and pride by making you valuable and of high importance in my life, I will put a check in the win column. When I look you in the eye, adult to adult, I need to be able to say to you that you are and always have been my pride and joy. I need to know in my heart that the promise I made to you on the day of your birth, that you would be my priority is something I can say, I fulfilled.

Success

I love successful people, I find them fascinating. I love to be around them and could listen to them all day. Now some people confuse successful people with wealthy people and that may or may not be true just as all people on welfare may or may not be deadbeats. Some are, some aren’t, everybody has a story. The successful people I’m talking about, and I know many, are the doers and the thinkers and the positive “get’er done” people. The high energy, glass is more than half full, people! The people that get up every morning pumped and ready and excited. They love what their doing and see everything as a choice and they are choosing this life. It’s their life, they built it and they love it! At a gathering I always try to park myself right beside them and listen, you never hear them talk about someone else because they are talking about ideas. You know that old saying, “Stupid people talk about other people, average people talk about events, intelligent people talk about ideas.” All you have to do is sit in a room full of a diverse group of people and zone into conversations and it will only take you about 5 minutes to figure out who is who. It’s uncanny really, and fascinating. At this point I grab my cocktail and head straight for the people who are talking about music, or a book they’ve read or business plans or political improvements, anything but criticism. They are so easy to spot because they are smiling and relaxed and open. They are not expecting you to agree with them, they are not looking for affirmation, they are indeed welcoming intelligent dialogue. They are indeed thinking and saying, let’s look at this from all angles, all opinions and open to everyone’s input. It’s called learning. You never know what you might learn when you are open. These people have a passion and a direction and promote you to do the same. It’s infectious and enlightening. Successful people don’t even know the words, limitations or obstacls. They know challenges, minor interferences and diplomacy. Everything is doable just a willingness to grow and learn. Open with a passion for life and seeing opportunities in almost everything. Surround yourself with these people and hang on for an incredible ride.

Unions

I am not a fan of Unions, in fact I believe we have reached a time where Unions are dragging us down. Unions were a wonderful thing at their inception and prior to todays labor laws. They have, in my opinion, out grown their usefulness. They categorize employees into a niche assuming that all employees are created equal. Unions create complacency as they promote an attitude of entitlement. Well here’s the deal. We are not all created equal, some people are just far more diligent than others. Some use and abuse the system and it is diplorable and expensive and those abusing either don’t understand how business works or simply don’t care. I think the people who created the Unions would be embarrassed as to what they have become as I’m fairly sure their intent was to create a safe and fair workplace and it has morphed into entitlements. We are not entitled to a job. The world does not owe us a job, we apply for jobs, that we are either trained or capable of doing and if we are lucky enough to get hired, we go to work and prove everyday that we deserve to have said job. It is not a given. Vacations, sick time, benifits and all the other perks we seem to believe are part of the job are not entitlements they are lucky blessings and should be treated as such. The comment I love the most is, “I pay into this, so therefore..” No, we all as taxpayers pay into this and we as taxpayers expect our tax dollars to be treated as we would treat our own personal funds with responsibility and accountability. The biggest abusers seem to have their union books memorized and hold it up to the standard of the Bible. Again, what a crock, when are people going to stand up and say, “I don’t think so.”

Here’s what you are entitled to. You come to work, everyday and thank the Lord above you have a well paid job to come to. You do your job, well, with a smile on your face. If you are sick, so sick that you can’t function, you again look to the Heavens and are so grateful that your job allows  a day here and there for you to heal. I don’t believe that we should even get paid for sick days. That pay should go to your replacement because the taxpayers don’t need to pay for two wages for the same job on the same day. If you really are that sick you will be more than happy to give up a days wages, money is the least of your worries at that point. We had a meeting the other day at my workplace and it was stated that if an employee has more than six sick days per year that this would be tracked by Human Resources. Do ya think? That means that you are flat in bed every other month, you don’t need a job, you need medical attention. Doctors appointments on work days, really? Shame on you! If it is unavoidable, then you need to talk to your employer and make some kind of special agreement, a one time thing or something. If it’s a yearly thing such as a mammogram or specialist then you know about these things a year in advance, figure it out. You have vacation time, it’s not the taxpayers issue, it’s your issue, deal with it on your own time. Is the mind set that you are just so special that you simply can’t be replaced? Really? Perhaps the mind set should be, “I better do my job well, because I could be replaced in a heart beat.” Alas, here is the problem, the Union, the Union will protect me from myself. The Union will stand up and tell the employer that I can and am more than entitled to all the perks they have negotiated. I can take those well intended safety nets and use them in every way possible to score a “screw you taxpayer.” “I can take my paid vacation, paid sick days, paid medical appointments, subsidized dental, subsidized eyecare, subsidized perscriptions, massages, stress leave, disability insurance, pension plan and any and all other benefits and nobody can stand up and say, no, because I am in a Union. I am entitled to all of the above because I am so special. Nobody is going to tell me that I have a responsibility to earn my priveledges.” The truth is, nobody is, and therein lies the shame. For doing the right thing is what is called a conscience, personal character and moral high ground. If somebody tells you that they are entitled, or it is their right, then you might as well end the conversation right there, as people who don’t get it just don’t get it and nothing you say is going to get them to get it. It is who they are and they go through life with the same mind set and are bitter because they just don’t get why in the world the world doesn’t work to their advantage. You create your own advantages, not by taking advantage but quite the opposite. By working hard and proving your worth, day after day. By forging your own way with no expectation that you are owed. You are not owed. You are not owed a damn thing. You are here to give and to appreciate every blessing that may come your way. So don’t argue with these people as they have a million reasons why you’re wrong, but that’s okay.  Someday they will retire and they will be totally pissed because their pension check isn’t nearly enough, even though they actually only paid half of whatever they recieve into the fund and the taxpayers paid the rest, they won’t be happy campers. I propose a challenge to all who really get angry at this posting. Try this, start your own business for even just a few years. You have to rely on yourself, your own work ethic. You work whatever hours you have to work to make yourself successful. You don’t get a regular paycheck, that will depend on you and how much you put into it. Nothing is paid for by anyone other than you, in full, no percentage, no breaks, just you. You can get fired at any given moment and nobody evens owes you an explanation, they may simply have changed their minds. Maybe, in their opinion, you didn’t work hard enough, it doesn’t matter, they don’t have to give you a reason. Try that, and then we’ll talk.

What we need, is for the taxpayers to stand up and say, we’re done with Unions. From now on all government positions will be filled with people who earn their paycheck based on their worth and what they bring to the job. Wages and benefits will be negotiated individually upon hire. Raises will also be negotiated as to diligence and competence, yearly. Sign me up!