- Motivation Mon-er Tuesday: Got Destiny? (theenduringmind.wordpress.com)
- Free-will, Destiny and Doer-ship (timothywong.org)
- Mendelssohn’s “Essential” and “Unessential” Destiny of Man (kprudchenko.wordpress.com)
- Lancome’s Destiny Cube (fabsugar.com)
- Oakland A’s still look like team of destiny (espn.go.com)
- You Are In Destiny (pureglory.net)
- Our Destiny is Ours to Make….Their Destiny is Ours to Shape (ctworkingmoms.com)
One of my favorite stories is the one about the hot dog vendor. Maybe it’s because I love hot dogs, or maybe it’s because it is such an insightful story.
Perhaps you have heard it before. There’s this guy who runs a hot dog stand in the city and he does pretty good with it. Good enough in fact that he can afford to send his son off to college. While his son is off to college the dad continues to grow his business, by the time his son graduates from college his dad has 10 hot dogs stands around the city and no less than 15 employees. His business is booming!
Well, his son is shocked by all this growth. He tells his dad that times are bad, he shouldn’t be growing like this in “down” times, and he certainly shouldn’t be adding employees. He needs to be careful…
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When I was little, my mom cried a lot. I would find her in the basement behind the water heater and the flower press, crying. It was terrifying to see her crying, but there was an intimacy in sitting with her as she did. Those were emotional days. There was a lot going on. My mom was pregnant, working full time, and taking care of my brother and I. There was a lot of family drama, too.
Anyways, when I was a teenager I was introduced to the idea that crying was a form of manipulation. Crying is what women did when they wanted to evade responsibility for something they had done. Crying was weakness, it was fear. These messages came from all over. Some of them were direct, as in actual words coming out of actual mouths of actual, albeit confused, people. They came from all walks of life…
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The chicken or the egg? Choose now:
Which came first, the chicken or the egg? The age old question has baffled and tormented philosophers and lay folk like myself when it comes to mind. It is a great question to ponder over your breakfast quiche in the morning, but inevitability I soon feel like a gerbil on a spinning wheel or lost in a maze of repeating fractals and phew! I’ve finished breakfast and on to other thoughts.
Or, I could answer the question…neither came first! I say it was the Bunny that came first. That’s right the sweet little guy who comes around each Spring, filling baskets with rainbow colored eggs. No chicken lays rainbow eggs so it’s got to be the Bunny. Ok, a few lay blue, green, brown, and white eggs but I’ve seen none with swirls…and how about the fancy glittery ones?
A few years ago I had the task of explaining to…
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I was lucky to have one of my childhhod girlfriends. She was 5 years older than me, and experienced everything first; filling me in, as time went on! My #BFF showed me a cover of a magazine, which featured “Veruschka” (the world famous model) pregnant, and barely dressed on its cover! Wow, all belly, dark eye shadow, gorgeous, and good bone structure too. Veruschka, was the first woman, to show her blossoming belly publicly, my BFF noted.
Many years later, my friend had her first, and only baby (girl) who was born at St. Vincent’s Hospital in NYC, I became the proud God Mother. However, in between my God Daughter and my own children, were the lessons of “reading all these books.” She joyfully introduced me to Dr. Brazelton, via the written word, and recommended that I read his books, to get ready for my own brood someday!
My #BFF was like my older sister, so of course I wanted emulate her; plus she was drop dead gorgeous ( a natural beauty), and she was right about “Veruschka”! Not only that, but she had worked in the publishing industry, and had heard Jacqueline Kennedy‘s voice in the elevator!
“What does it sound like, what does her voice sound like??” I demanded, whining, and almost in tears from the mere torture of my not having been there, and shame of not having ever wondered what Jacky’s voice would sound like? I should have thought of this before, “what does Jacky’s voice sound like” I begged. My friend calmly said, “she speaks very low, and quiet”! ” Sort of like this,” she dropped her tone, a few octaves to get a low “C”, and said “good morning,” and “excuse me.” Oh pure joy, heaven, earth, rapture! “Now I know,” I would speak this way too, of course!
My children were born to a well read Mom with a low, quiet voice (at times). I continued to read more, and I really luved that “Parents” magazine! You may remember, that knowledge is power. The more you know the less nervous you are, the happier Baby is! As you continue your quest in Motherhood, and parenting, I hope you know that many came before you, and “reading all these books” has it’s rewards, and merits.
My BFF and I, often remember when she was pregnant in Manhattan. When she delivered, I brought Swiss chocolates to the Hospital, not knowing the new Mom wouldn’t eat them, she was breast feeding! Obviously, I was still in training.
My God Daughter? She’s in College! Jacqueline is beautiful young woman who plays the guitar, luvs a good read, enjoys the outdoors, and listens quietly.
My brood consists of two Sons, who are also in College, but don’t call home enough!
A Few More Lessons From My #BFF:
- When “Baby Proofing” your home get on all fours, and crawl around! You’ll be at baby level, and see everything that the baby sees, grab, or touch.
- Always test baby’s bath water with your elbow, if it’s slightly too warm, make it cooler.
- If you micro wave anything, remember that heat is hottest at the bottom, shake or stir and test on the wrist area of your arm.
A Few More Lessons From Me:
- Always empty the contents of baby food onto a dish, don’t ever take for granted that there isn’t a foreign object in the jar!!! (I once found a wood splinter in the baby food jar).
- When you use baby wipes, test them on your self Mom, you may find that what corporate America thinks is “gentle”, is not so gentle to you. Can you imagine if the wipe stung me, how would my infant baby would feel (boy or girl)?
Wishing All The Moms a very Happy Mothers Day, and if things aren’t perfect, please keep the Faith!
What a delicious concept to Mother Your Own Business! Well it should be Mothered, after all don’t our clients need it sometimes? On this Mothers Day, I thought it particularly important to focus on getting a bit personal in business.
Getting personal may take a nicely baked cake, a half-baked idea, or a good swift kick in the pants!
Mothers Day 2012, let’s also give our Moms some kudos, after all she helped create the entrepreuneral genius that your are, and have M.D. stand for Mothers Day!
Just a thought! So, Mother your clients, and reward your Mom! Genius. Of course!
Notes: A Purse shaped cake is a good reminder that the relationship still involves $$$,
prompt payments are still expected, as per contractual obligations (Mom is very
proud of this last line)!
- The Promise of Motherhood. (mynewfavoriteday.com)
- Kelebogile Leepile: my mother, my heroine! (mzantsipatriot.wordpress.com)
- A New Appreciation for My Own Mom (blogher.com)
- #Mother’s Day (leggotunglei808.wordpress.com)
- Tim Tebow Spills His Secret: The Key to His Success (celebs.gather.com)
At first, I thought my fellow blogger @tvaraj was letting me know about his nomination (for The Sunshine Award). Well, in one of those blogging moments, he used the name “Claudia”! I thought how nice, let me read this! What a pleasant surprise, to find that this nomination was actually meant for me, as well! I Claudia, of course!
I am touched beyond measure, that someone should think enough, to let me know that I have inspired them to Write On! I find @tvaraj articles, and content, inviting + interesting + intelligent. I was glad to run into my fellow blogger!
Here are the instructions for nominations:
Answer 10 questions about yourself
Nominate 10 other bloggers
Link your nominees to the post and comment on their blogs, letting them know they ‘ve been nominated
Incude the Sunshine Award avatar somewhere in your nomination blog
Share the love and link the person who nominated you (see above!)
As part of this nomination, some questions are asked, and therefore I’ll answer as follows:
Ten Questions Answered:
- I always paint my bedroom a shade of purple! This started when as a young girl, I asked my father to please make my room different! So, he asked “what color would you like your room painted?”, I said “purple”. “I’ll need to paint the eighteenth century carved corner blocks’ flowers too,” I thought; and so my room was different!
2. I am an animal lover, can’t help it!
3. Royal Watcher, since age 10.
4. Luv foreign languages!
7. I learned the mind must rest, to receive the Universal teachings!
You must learn to be still in the midst ofactivity and to be vibrantly alive in repose.
8. I have dedicated my life to Love (Luv a continous work)!
9. I believe life is best lived as a “romanticist”. A small gesture, makes a big difference!
10. I listen to my wisdom, and the Holy Spirit’s guidance.
So, that’s a bit about me! Thanks again for joining upon this fantastic journey! The bloggers that have inspired me are:
I have nominated these fellow bloggers for many reasons, or a single reason, but one thing is certain, they have each touched me in a marvelous way! Thank you all, and of course there are many more, but they already have lots! xo
HAPPY CINCO de MAYO 2012
Cinco de Mayo is coming up and this margarita is perfect! For this recipe I used my ice cream machine to get these margaritas nice and icy. I hate when margaritas are watered down, which is why I hate adding regular ice cubes. When you use this method, your margarita can also double as a dessert. After about 15-20 minutes in the ice cream machine, the mixture is the perfect consistency for a great margarita. If you freeze the mixture, it becomes refreshing hibiscus margarita sorbet. Try serving the frozen sorbet with a little tequila or champagne on top.
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