Advice for Life

Advice To Son

Priceless and something to pass on to my daughter!  Tim has inspired me to write to my daughter but I’ll quote him often as his advice to his son, Luke, was sheer poetry.

Happy Father’s Day

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Who Needs This?

Check out the great undersea footage on bristolmarinesurvey.com!  Visit and bring it close to you…the underwaterworld is facinating just look and see! 

Part of the inspiration for Bristol Marine was the loss of a good friend’s husband in California who was a professional diver.  Nothing takes the place of an actual person but using a machine in inclement conditions is common sense and doesn’t jeopardize the diver’s jobs but works in conjunction making the job safer, cutting time in the water, and getting to the job assigned with greater accuracy.  Portable and profitable.  What’s not to love?  The start up business in a place where complaining is more acceptable than doing something about the situation is the answer I guess – please, prove me wrong!

Taxes in Maine might not be so difficult if everyone had a paycheck in line with the rest of the country.  Energy costs are keeping up with inflation but the average person in Maine has to work three jobs just to meet those costs, if their lucky.  Is that acceptable?  Maine is like a person with low self esteem, willing to take the abuse because that’s the way it’s done and scared of success?  What would you do with a weekend or evening off and little financial stress?  Of course perhaps that’s a difficult task no matter where you are in the nation today. But what do I know I’m from away?  Well, I know I’ve never worked so hard to get so little and frankly, I’m scared and very disappointed.  So much potential – Maine should be more than a vacation land…it’s strong, independent, and resourceful – demand what you (Maine) deserve!

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“Count Your Blessings”

A Josh Groban medley of lyrics made into a “found” poem written to reflect the fear and anxiety about loosing our home – of course it helps if you love Josh!  “Count your blessings” was the last advice my grandfather gave me our last night together before he died of lymphoma.  If he could count his blessings fighting cancer, I can count mine no matter what is happening in my life.
 
“Count Your Blessings…”
 
My forever Love 
Weeping
Fly me up to where you are beyond the distant star
A Secret Place
Don’t Give Up
Because you want to be heard
A Splendor in the light,
The sun on your skin, (my child)
Rest your wings my butterfly
Everybody wants to be understood
Everybody wants to be loved
I feel you all around me
Believe
It’s Now or Never
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
We were Dreamers not so long ago
Magic slipped away
Believe in what your heart is telling
Isn’t Faith believing all power can’t be seen?
Somedays we forget to look around us
Somedays we can’t see the joy that surrounds us
For tonight we pray for what we know can be -
It’s up to us to be the change
There’s so much to be thankful for
Each of us must find our truth
 
“Count you blessings”
Compiled by Mel

Ethically Bereft Business…

what a sad commentary.  Our first year in Maine I was ecstatic about the beautiful world we’d moved to and the caring people we befriended.  Maine is still a beauty but hasn’t provided enough business to keep us as a Maine only business.  So this year we branched out worldwide and I’m completely speechless over the lack of ethics in the business world.  Multibillion dollar companies evaluate your worth based on whether we bring them significant income before making the decision to pay our invoice without argument and on time.  Each job literally determines whether our new business continues in operation so not living up to the contract puts us in jeopardy. (We own Bristol Marine Science and Survey – A service using remotely operated submersibles – bristolmarinesurvey.com)

Between a friend’s betrayal and the lack of ethics or just good business practices I’m completely disallusioned.  We even managed to catch FedEx unaware and completely uninformed about our shipment and do they make amends?  No!  They put us in collections when we wouldn’t pay $8,000.00 more than the smaller company that delivered our shipment on time, to our doorstep (we had to take our shipment to the airport tarmac to send it out with FedEx), and for $8000 less.  They promised a Friday delivery and didn’t know where it was on the following Sunday, it wasn’t located until Tuesday after doing our own sleuthing to find the package.  Each day delayed cost our customer $25, 000.00.  Apologies?  Nah, just pay the bill pal…

“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference.”

I am so disgusted I had to blog my feelings.  Everyone is talking about the beating of a 91 year old gentleman and, of course, sensationalizing the video clip by showing it over and over again.  But my disgust was gut felt when I realized a whole group of people watched and didn’t even lift a finger to call for help, let alone intervene.  What would it take to be a human or show a glimmer of intelligence?  These individuals displayed a whole new level of low life.  It’s off the charts scummy.  There is no question this man is in desperate need so not wanting to get involved, or even more deplorable, not caring is evil.  As Elie Wiesel said,

Of course, indifference can be tempting — more than that, seductive. It is so much easier to look away from victims. It is so much easier to avoid such rude interruptions to our work, our dreams, our hopes. It is, after all, awkward, troublesome, to be involved in another person’s pain and despair. Yet, for the person who is indifferent, his or her neighbor are of no consequence. And, therefore, their lives are meaningless. Their hidden or even visible anguish is of no interest. Indifference reduces the other to an abstraction.”… ”The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.

To all of the people responding to the video with racial slurs – you have merely placed yourself next to those who are indifferent by using such a hideous crime to vent your narrow minds equipped singularly with ignorance.  This situation is about people…if you hold such great hate that race defines your life’s confines, you are a lost soul and need to search your own heart to find the strength to realize your dreams and desires.  No one is to blame for your situation in life but you. 

The Cleaving Continues

Four pounds in two weeks.  Okay.  I’ll take what I can get.  Now I’m trying to beat the sugar cravings brought on by hormonal fluctuations.  Please…I can feel my body’s changes.  I have to admit I feel my best when I eat a healthy meal, keep active, and walk two or three miles in 45 minutes. 

My downfall were the peeps that had been sitting out for a week.  Sounds gross but to marshmallow connoisseurs a slightly dried out marshmallow can be a treat.  Otherwise peeps are too grainy for me when they’re fresh.  Chewy is more tempting to me than chocolate.  Gummies, caramel, etc.

*Great smoothy breakfast mix!

Fruit of choice (frozen if not fresh) 1c. of each…I usually put in a cup of strawberries, blueberries, and a banana  so it is actually greater than one cup…fill it to your own taste.

Dried Goji berries (Whole Foods)

Kyo-Green or some other more potent green powder containing a days supply of green veggies.

ice (unless using frozen fruit)

optional – nonfat yogurt or milk

I’ve also been eating a cup of nonfat yogurt with my husband’s homemade granola which is higher in calories but sticks with me all morning.  It’s the lack of protein that will usually set me off on a food forage.

Still plugging away…

Posted On April 21, 2007

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Glorious Sunshine!

…there is a morning after…we go from freezing temperatures, no power, breath condensing from our mouths in the living room (I’m getting a generator next year)straight into summer!  I’m not complaining.  The cat is languishing by the open front door bathed in warm sunlight.  She’s got that pampered cat stance going on with the occasional flick of the tail tip.  Ahh,  it’s a cats life indeed (said with a George Sanders voice).

On days like this, all dreams are possible.  May everyone be on the mend today and the healing begin in earnest.

Posted On April 19, 2007

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The Cleaving of Extra Bundage, Day 5

It’s day five of my journey to physical health and well-being.  The fact that my bum is moving in time to a different drummer than the rest of my body, finally inspired me to take action.  Lifestyle changes are a full time commitment, however, not unlike raising children.   You can’t take a child back and trade him or her in once you have them and keeping a healthy svelte body, especially after 45, is, did I say svelte?  I think I’ll need a trainer for that but healthy will do. 

This is, I must say, the second or third lifestyle change I’ve made in the last six months.  The first being to move from California to Maine, much to my mother’s chagrin, and the second was not taking a teaching position for the first time in 22 years.  With anxiety comes eating and with Maine comes snow which was a marvelous excuse to sit by the fire, read a book, and avoid any physical activity.   All of which adds up to large chair shaped buns, flat sided thighs, and a serious lack of stamina.

Thus it has been five days of extra veggies, a variety of fruit, complex carbs (no bread), lean protein, and no sugar outside of its original form.  Sounds like every weight loss regime ever created.  As much as I’d like to find the quick fix, at my age especially, there isn’t one that will last.  In my thirties I could stop eating lunch for a week, exercise a bit, and voila, on the weekend I’d be three to five pounds lighter (as if anyone would notice that much today).  Now I actually gain first before it dribbles off.   Although I need to loose thirty more pounds, it isn’t a recent issue but a six year struggle to loose the weight gain I made  prior to my pregnancy.  Pregnancy weight is gone thanks to Weight Watchers. 

I’m a recluse, of sorts.  I hate crowds, but I love shopping in the city.  Weight Watchers sounded to me like punishment for the punishment.  Picture a group of people all trying to loose weight and giving their testimonials.  That was my misconception.  Really the meetings were fun and informational. 

Now, I need to just live differently.  I can’t eat a box of Cadbury Creme Eggs, a sandwich with bread and mayo, and a bag of chips without gaining significant weight.  It comes on almost instantly but taking it off is a slow and dedicated process…so here I am, I’ve identified that I eat for entertainment and to fill my inadequacy void (thank you Bob Greene).  Good eating plus putting The Science of Success by James Arthur Ray should lead to health, wealth, and a love for who I am. 

Oh, did I tell you it is a process that takes time and practice?  The Laws of Attraction or “The Secret” aren’t about just sitting and thinking and “poof” everything is fixed.  It is a process that involves hard work and a concerted effort.  It is the answer to what I need, a self esteem, for one, so I’m putting the principles into practice.    We’ll see where I am after the weekend.

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