tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196138852024-03-07T18:37:50.021-08:00MultiMediaMom.comUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger254125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-77246687543457003132016-02-20T10:38:00.000-08:002016-02-20T10:46:15.236-08:00Captured byTechnology<div class="" data-block="true" data-offset-key="5oq6g-0-0" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">I often think back to times of days passed...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">The messages would wait, the moments would last...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">No interruption, fully immersed...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Deep concentration, deeply converse...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">It used to be, if no one was home,..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">You'd call later, hoping they'd pick up the phone...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">In the late 80's you'd leave message on a tape...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">After you called, then you'd then have to wait...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">For them to get home, to hit play and listen...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">It was exciting to see the light blink and glisten...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Then we used pay phones to call on the line...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Checking our messages through the grapevine...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Along came pagers, a number on the screen...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">To another pay phone to see what it means...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Then alphanumeric, a 'call center text'...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">To get a full message, cool, what's next?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">A personal cell phone, size of a brick...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Analog numbers, they were cool as shit...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Smaller and smaller, they fit in a pocket...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Charge in the car or in a wall socket...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Itty bitty, a phone with a flip...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Careful now, don't let it slip...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">In a matter of years the smart phone came to be...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">The beginning of the end of a society...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">I notice people everywhere I go...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Always texting, they can never be 'alone'...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Walking through the mall, eyes no longer meet...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">They're all looking down, at their palms at their feet...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Thumbs racing, a message cannot wait any longer...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Society is weaker, it's not getting any stronger...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Out to eat, people on their phones...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">No conversation, only mental drones...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Eyes glossy, reflecting the screen...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Human interaction, what does it mean?</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 13.5pt;">Captured by technology, "let me look it up"...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">The www. at our fingers, it should be a cup...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Filled with cheer, smiles and toasts...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Sharing moments, the bad and the boasts...</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 13.5pt;">What scares me more, are the children...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">When I was little, it was different then...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">I'd go outside, feel the sun...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Play, ride a bike, go out and run...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Now they have iPads, watching cartoons...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Parents don't get that they'll be grown so soon...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">The babysitter 'technology' to keep them busy...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Sometimes it just makes me feel lost and dizzy...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Show them the world, the flowers the trees...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Let them hear birds sing and the buzz of the bees...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Don't get me wrong, I love all my tech...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">But I do my best to keep reality in check...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">I am guilty of stopping to Google that thought...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">To text home to see what needs to be bought...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Checking email, Facebook, the farm....</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Seems so innocent, in reality, harm? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Shopping online, sigh, I love it too... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Look, add and pay, it's on the way to you... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">I market, I Etsy, I Instagram and I Pin...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"> I tumblr, I Blogger, I Google +, I linkedin...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">The more 'in touch' we get, the farther we are from reality...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Despite it all, to the future I do not hold a master key...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">We are evolving, at warp speed into super tech...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Hopefully we'll find balance and not create a super wreck...</span></div>
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Alethea Anderson </span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">© 2016</span><span style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-12969908531954121342016-01-10T17:32:00.002-08:002016-01-10T17:32:20.392-08:00The Media is DangerousYou know what is really scary in our country? The Media.<br />
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The Media is SO powerful and people, let me rephrase that, "sheeple" believe every single word of it....<br />
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I travel a lot for work, and I listen to a lot of AM radio. I flip between conservative and liberal radio, as often the two are discussing the same subjects each day, and I find it fascinating how the points of views are SO different when discussing in depth the exact same topic.<br />
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For instance, I will see a video online, watching a speech in its entirety. Then I'll hear hear a sound clip of a piece of the same speech on one station - that is then talked about in detail by the show host. Then on another station I'll hear another snippet of the same clip - leaving out some valuable information, which is then twisted by the talk show host to make it sound like a completely different situation.<br />
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It is frustrating when you hear an entire clip and are able to form your own view on the actual verbiage, then to hear 15 seconds taken totally out of context and have warped views pouring over the radio waves...<br />
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What brings me to this topic today, is that someone I know has a post going on Facebook with LOTS of conversation firing back and forth, I know the 'full story', where the snipped posted is about 10 seconds of what took place. Totally heated exchanges, and over the wrong reason... If someone sought out the entire clip, they'd know exactly what happened and why the situation ended the way it did.<br /><br />It's election year folks, please RESEARCH. This is JUST the beginning of the Media intentionally causing confusion in order to sway people one direction or another. Be an educated voter, do not succumb and fall victim to the intentional misleading Media!<br /><br />Please VOTE wisely in 2016...<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br />
<a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-24585700048446165182016-01-10T17:19:00.000-08:002016-01-10T17:19:09.624-08:00DIY Removing Tarnish from Silver Jewelry<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigon7T9jeyOFqNY0j_zbZimrnbXDvHLZG38iTTP-TNgAswDoA4H89vpG0bZaK-qQDxZYN53BXJDO8O5h0ZHLG4RtPJJEFyDeNeiQ1q4pE0fLHjFDVtcNGTTATbeRcZGWDt1u6K/s1600/sparkle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigon7T9jeyOFqNY0j_zbZimrnbXDvHLZG38iTTP-TNgAswDoA4H89vpG0bZaK-qQDxZYN53BXJDO8O5h0ZHLG4RtPJJEFyDeNeiQ1q4pE0fLHjFDVtcNGTTATbeRcZGWDt1u6K/s320/sparkle.jpg" width="320" /></a>Today I was looking through some jewelry I had not worn in awhile and found some *really* tarnished pieces... I decided to "Google it" as it seems everything can be found on Google these days...<br />
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I found this fantastically amazing method that WORKED! Even on the necklace chains, and in teeny tiny crevices of intricate jewelry!<br />
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<a href="http://cleanmyspace.com/the-besk-kept-silver-cleaning-secret-ever/">http://cleanmyspace.com/the-besk-kept-silver-cleaning-secret-ever/</a><br />
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Enjoy the sparkle!<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br />
<a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-44638121212192018772016-01-07T14:20:00.002-08:002016-01-07T14:20:48.984-08:00The Lotto FantasyHave you ever had the lotto fantasy? You know the one where you sit there and daydream 'what if I actually won?...<br />
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All the ideas swirling around your head about what you'd do with the winnings..... Would you be anonymous or go public? What would you do first? Would you plan for the future? How much would you just 'blow for fun'?<br /><br />Every time one of the lotto games get really HUGE I find my self getting lost in some of these thoughts... dream home, traveling, helping others, kiddo's college PIF, lovely retirement.. *sigh* so many fun thoughts come to mind!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4pnsINmXnKfj0HurNqW5u92yMbnWjbf5ywd7KEUdCuBh-youedWzoOISBV28Tu9j8E5XjvrWPpZlPFEjgeEfJftbBF5aeMMa965iMymVQ4epRsbXlKhyuuiBexQPgCjGOkzw/s1600/lotto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4pnsINmXnKfj0HurNqW5u92yMbnWjbf5ywd7KEUdCuBh-youedWzoOISBV28Tu9j8E5XjvrWPpZlPFEjgeEfJftbBF5aeMMa965iMymVQ4epRsbXlKhyuuiBexQPgCjGOkzw/s320/lotto.jpg" width="320" /></a>I found myself in this mode last night, the dh came home with 10 sets of numbers for the half a billion dollar lotto, so for a few hours we had the 'what if' talk... For a few minutes you actually can feel it and imagine it, then you feel the 'nah....it won't happen...'... I wonder if the LOA plays any part in the lotto? Is it luck, or is it those people who really, REALLY believe with their whole be-ing that they are going to WIN?<br />
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It sure would be fun, and life changing, that's for sure! There were no winners last night, now they say by Saturday it may be up to a BILLION dollars. Holy SH!T!<br />
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Will we get more tickets? I don't know... we'll see what happens!<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br />
<a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a> (I wouldn't mind getting the domain MultiMillionMom lol)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-10000295843330136692016-01-06T05:30:00.000-08:002016-01-06T05:30:00.929-08:00The Law of Attraction in the Bible<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Over the years I have found that many whom believe in the Law of Attraction (LOA) are often more "Spiritual" than they are "Religious". Meaning that they do not follow an organized religion, do not go to church, do not claim to be of a certain religious denomination.<br />
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I'm not saying that religious persons do not believe in the LOA, just that from my personal experience it seems often they frown upon things such as "The Secret" or even the thoughts of Dr. Wayne Dyer and/or the Abraham channel from Ester and Jerry Hicks.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFVh-Gbei40dtY2w_MwDXs6CATv3Y2DT4Qu-i2P4XCbgalPq9_zQ5ihm686vvpOFbjALfd_53zaMzJVS-swnxQhwvX5y6ngtKmMHt1jtz-p2xXRYMAz4GPYd5mCIwc9fyBfpDN/s1600/ask2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFVh-Gbei40dtY2w_MwDXs6CATv3Y2DT4Qu-i2P4XCbgalPq9_zQ5ihm686vvpOFbjALfd_53zaMzJVS-swnxQhwvX5y6ngtKmMHt1jtz-p2xXRYMAz4GPYd5mCIwc9fyBfpDN/s320/ask2.jpg" width="320" /></a>The reason I bring up this topic today is that I received a religious mailing and included within was a picture of Jesus with the quote <i>"And all things, whatsoever you shall ask in prayer, believing, you shall receive."</i> St. Matthew. 21:22<br />
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I found this fascinating as The Secret and the LOA often refer to the concept of 'ask, believe, receive'....<br />
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The more I study different beliefs, the more I realize the foundations are far more similar than they are different...<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br />
<a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-65073627115784811142016-01-05T06:30:00.000-08:002016-01-05T06:30:10.640-08:00Cloud Atlas - Our Lives Are Not Our Own<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjElqQvBXHnw-fJVWRuDNTmn9ghn_M2fWniDLpQu7y-7XkjIe9r09K0jTRhfiKLrWf47BmCZo6aCHCtiUNj8uVBJoInHazmsYqIP5lwUmmTADo_BomwyeBfu3AY9skEuRFEGu2_/s1600/cloud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjElqQvBXHnw-fJVWRuDNTmn9ghn_M2fWniDLpQu7y-7XkjIe9r09K0jTRhfiKLrWf47BmCZo6aCHCtiUNj8uVBJoInHazmsYqIP5lwUmmTADo_BomwyeBfu3AY9skEuRFEGu2_/s320/cloud.jpg" width="276" /></a>I don't know if you've seen the movie "Cloud Atlas", it is a mind trip, extremely interesting, and even a bit awakening.<br />
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There is a quote from the movie that goes as follows...<br /><br /><i>"Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others, past and present - and by each crime, and every kindness, we birth our future."</i><br />
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I'll carefully touch on this as I don't want to spoil the movie should you intend to see it. But if you are one who believes in karma, and past lives, and that the soul meets up again with others in future lives - this movie really, REALLY makes you think....<br />
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Think about those whom you are (or were) connected to in this life, ponder if perhaps something in another lifetime led to the results of where you are now (or things you've been through), then explore the idea of 'what if' you are doing now in your life is impacting your future life/ves....<br />
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Things to ponder upon...<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br />
<a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-15872019484998892332016-01-04T06:00:00.000-08:002016-01-04T06:00:20.753-08:00How to be Grateful for Yucky Things, and WhyYesterday I blogged about <a href="http://multimediamom.blogspot.com/2016/01/gratitude-is-key-that-unlocks-every-door.html" target="_blank">being grateful as gratitude holds the key to opening doors</a>... After the post I got to thinking about how sometimes it can be really tough to be grateful for something when that something is not necessarily lovely... So I decides to share an example....<br />
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I have two <a href="http://boxerbaby.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Boxer dogs</a>. They crap in the back yard. A LOT.. Sometimes I feel like I pick up ten pounds of dog turds in the yard and I'll tell them "If I had a dollar for every turd I've picked up over the years..."<br />
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There was a point in time I caught myself saying repeatedly, "why do you have to crap so much?" In turn, I noticed that the dogs were <i>not</i> going as frequently... The LOA created a scenario that led to 'constipation' for the dogs resulting from my energy saying they were going too much... This was kind of an awakening moment, as I realized I need to be grateful that they crap so much, because it means they are healthy, and that their systems are doing what they need to do!<br />
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I know this may be a strange lesson in gratitude and the law of attraction, however it is to show you that where the thoughts go, the energy flows... We need to be so careful where we focus our intent, our thoughts, and our energy....<br />
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So yes, the <a href="http://boxerbaby.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Boxer Duo</a> are happily crapping in the back yard to their hearts content, and I am grateful that the little poop factories are running!<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br /><a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-20951355330961725662016-01-03T19:58:00.003-08:002016-01-03T19:59:04.887-08:00Gratitude is the key that unlocks every door. Many times we focus on what we do not have, we focus on the 'lack' of what is. This energy leaves us feeling dark, which results in that heaviness, which in turn attracts more lack, darkness, and heavy energy.<br />
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How do we start? Find something, anything, you are grateful for. It can be something small... When you express the gratitude, feel it with warm light emitting from your heart.....<br />
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<li>I am grateful for the fuzzy socks on my feet.</li>
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So simple, yet it will shift the energy ever so slightly....</div>
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<li>I am grateful for this chair I sit upon.</li>
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True gratitude for the small things in life, on a daily basis, will continue to shift the energy around you...</div>
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<li>I am grateful to be able to smell the aroma of this rose.</li>
<li>I am grateful to be able to see this amazing rose starting to bloom at sunrise.</li>
<li>I am grateful to be able to see this drop of dew on the rose.</li>
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You can express your gratitude at any time, and take it anywhere with you. Even if you are feeling distressed standing in a long line at a store...</div>
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<li>I am grateful that I have the means to make this purchase.</li>
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There is always, always, always something we all can be grateful for. The more gratitude we express, we will find we hold the key to unlock doors with abundant blessings....</div>
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What are you grateful for?<br />
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Alethea Anderson</div>
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<a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-55386440965513687132016-01-02T12:57:00.003-08:002016-01-02T12:57:59.870-08:00New year, new flow, old stuff has got to go!Nothing like a fresh, new year to do some purging! Did you know that getting rid of the old energy (and things attached), allows new energy (and things attached) to come in to your life? New year, new flow, old stuff has got to go!<br />
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Start with your holiday goodies, how many years of wrapping rolls and bows do you have (that you'll never use?) You keep 'saving' them for next year, yet keep buying new stuff anyways... Out with it!<br />
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It's also a great time to organize your papers (tax season is coming). Gather what you need for taxes, and purge all the excess paperwork you no longer need. Magazines you already read, coupons you never used, receipts you'll never need again... File what you need and out with the rest!<br />
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How about the kitchen, what's hiding in the freezer that is well past its prime? What jars and bottles are in the fridge door that have expired and really should go? toss 'em! What old cans and boxes do you have in cabinets? Time to clear out the expired stuff... How about dishes, containers, stray lids that you just won't use again? Recycle or donate!<br />
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Bedroom... old clothes you won't wear... old clothes that does not fit... old sheets you don't use on the bed...<br />
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Bathrooms... old cosmetics you never use (but keep because how much you paid for them), they are not doing any good sitting there, out! Near empty lotions that have already been replaced, old perfumes, etc...etc... There's a time to let it go, the time is now!<br />
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Garage... how many boxes or tubs do you have, that you've not opened in years? Now is the time to determine if you really need them...<br />
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Sometimes it may be difficult to 'let go' of some things, but once you clean up, clear out, and find fresh new space that is tidy and organized, you'll feel fantastical!<br />
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Also, know that whatever you have to clean up, is not as big of a mess as NYC after NYE!<br /><br />
(Note, recycle or donate what you can, or even have a garage sale!)<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br />
<a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a><br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-7568988189382129612016-01-01T00:00:00.000-08:002016-01-02T12:27:33.377-08:00Happy New Year 2016<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy New Year! WOW, another year has flown by at warp speed... As I welcome this new year with open arms, I am realizing what a momentous time it will be. I'm starting a new job, my daughter will be graduating high school, starting college, and turning 18.<br />
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Among so many other amazing and exciting things I have visioned to be taking place!<br />
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As I am excited for these new and amazing things, I reflect back on 2015, the sands of time have now passed and that year is but a memory. Let the waters wash away the negative, and freshen the path for the new and positive. Let the door open and create new memories in 2016!<br />
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Each year people often make resolutions; to lose weight, to break bad habits, to exercise more, to eat healthy, etc...etc... However if people do not stick to their resolutions they then feel as if they've failed themselves...<br />
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This year simply have a goal to be better. Be kinder. Be happier. Feel good if you take a walk, but don't beat yourself up if you don't. Feel good if you eat some carrots, but don't beat yourself up if you eat cake. Do what makes YOU feel GOOD.<br />
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Smile more. Say more loving and kind words. Look at the blue skies more. Smell the flowers more. Hug your pets more.<br />
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Do happy. Feel happy. Be happy.<br />
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Put the HAPPY in your Happy New Year!<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br />
<a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-4647658497099612222015-10-10T18:02:00.001-07:002015-10-10T18:02:44.752-07:00Human Observation: Parents Wronging Their Kids, Pink vs Blue<br />
Sugar and Spice, Dolls are Nice, and Pink is for little Girls...<br />
Snails and Frogs, Trucks in Mud Bogs, and Blue is for little Boys...<br />
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What nonsense!<br />
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I grew up learning the certain-colors-are-for-certain-genders thing. Granted, I was never forced to conform to this. As much as I loved playing school teacher, I adored pretending to be a cowboy with my thumb gun or Spider-man shooting webs from my wrists. As much as I loved dressing my Barbie Dolls in foo-foo clothes, I loved my Hotwheels cars and building for hours with Lego blocks.<br />
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<i>There likely is some sort of historic reason the pink/blue crap came to be (which I did not care to research for this blog) it boggles me that it is still a 'thing'. But now it's WORSE.</i><br />
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Give me a break that they make Lego sets in 'pink' now...geared for girls! Fairys and flowers for girls... Lego sets for boys, castles and dragons in dark colors <i>(side note, I LOVED my Lego castle when I was a kid, I got it when I was 12, I wanted it SO badly for Christmas, when I was 12. Back when 12 year old kids were still actually kids)</i><br />
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What brought me to this topic is that for my work, I'm often in large chain stores. Recently we took on a project which has me smack dab in the middle of the toy aisle in several of these 'big box' stores. Spending so much time in these stores I noticed a few things that really opened my eyes.<br />
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I have heard multiple parents intentionally redirect their children to a different aisle in order to steer t them towards gender specific toys....<br />
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Some examples;<br />
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A young girl wanted to look at the skateboards, Mom said "skateboards are for boys" and kept walking...<br />
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A little boy wanted to get a doll, his Mom said "no this aisle is all pink girl stuff, let's go over to the aisle with toys for boys..." and grabbed his hand taking him to another aisle, though he resisted and really wanted a doll.<br />
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A young couple were in the store shopping for a gift for a child, the male was inquiring to the female what he should get the small girl. He was suggesting a doll for the girl, the female suggested some coloring supplies to draw...<br />
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Just let kids be kids... Don't direct them towards a certain toy, let them choose!<br /><br />Alethea Anderson<br /><a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-17572028054676376322015-10-02T16:50:00.001-07:002015-10-02T16:50:23.873-07:00The Wizard of Oz was based on one of a series of books about Oz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fun Fact!<br />
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I found out not too long ago that the "The Wizard of Oz" was based on a mere portion of a series of books authored by L. Frank Baum starting with "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" written in 1900.<br />
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I had NO idea that there were multiple books written from different character perspectives!<br />
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The version we all know and love is based on book #1. However, as you can see below, there are books written from other perspectives as well!<br />
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1. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz (1900)<br />
2. The Marvelous Land of Oz (1904)<br />
3. Ozma of Oz (1907)<br />
4. Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz (1908)<br />
5. The Road to Oz (1909)<br />
6. The Emerald City of Oz (1910)<br />
7. The Patchwork Girl of Oz (1913)<br />
8. Tik-Tok of Oz (1914)<br />
9. The Scarecrow of Oz (1915)<br />
10. Rinktink in Oz (1916)<br />
11. The Lost Princess of Oz (1917)<br />
12. The Tin Woodman of Oz (1918)<br />
13. The Magic of Oz (1919)<br />
14. Glinda of Oz (1920)<br />
15. The Royal Book of Oz (1920<br />
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It was news to me, it may be news to you too!<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br />
<a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-32755844949826593612015-07-31T18:19:00.000-07:002015-07-31T18:19:41.476-07:00Human Interaction/Reaction ObservationThe work I do involves visiting major chain retailers within my territory. One particular chain store is undergoing a change to their cosmetics departments due to high shrink (theft). The theft of cosmetics is HUGE ranging in tens of thousands of dollars per year (per store).<br />
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<i>...and people wonder why cosmetics are so expensive...</i></div>
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Due to this fact they are closing in the cosmetics departments to a 'bull pen' style where everyone must enter and leave through one small opening, and cosmetics must be purchased before they leave the area.<br />
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I have seen this design implemented at many different locations within this particular chain thus far, and the stores have been very pleased as it has decreased shrink significantly. Of all the stores I've visited, I've never seen the bull pen met with resistance, until TODAY.<br />
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It was so strange, but literally within a 10 minute span I heard about 5 customers become unglued when they were told they had to make their cosmetic purchase at that register.<br />
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As I heard it happen time and time again, I first was thinking it was grumpy customer day. Then I found a common angle and I realized what the issue was. It was the energy and the attitude of the employees in the department!<br />
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All the other stores greeted each person as they entered the department with a "hello" and a warm smile. They informed them that due to security reasons all cosmetics would need to be purchased before they left the department. This quick greeting and explanation met no resistance as people were aware right off the get go...<br />
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At this particular store the associates working in the department were talking in their native tongue in a personal conversation and did not acknowledge customers as they entered. As customers got their items and attempted to walk out, they were met with the words "you need to buy that here", no explanation or anything...<br />
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I began to see how this could be frustrating to customers and why customers might feel a little ambushed.<br />
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<li>I do understand that people want to make ONE purchase in a store...</li>
<li>I do understand that people are STILL shopping....</li>
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<li>Customers do NOT realize that cosmetics are tiny, pocket-able and stolen like CRAZY.</li>
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I calmly explained "I know it is really inconvenient, but this department deals with a huge amount of theft and they are simply trying to keep that in check..."<br /><br />She nodded, went about her shopping and bought her items at the register.<br />
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A second lady had a bit more of a cow, her hubby hollered over the divider that she had to buy her items before leaving. She huffed and puffed... I did not speak 'to' her but I said under my breath kind of talking to myself... "wow...of all the (stores in this chain) I've been to, this is the only store that I've seen people get mad about having to purchase at the cosmetics register..."<br /><br />She did not acknowledge my comment, but got her goods and went to the register to pay without incident....<br />
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I fully believe that the energy put forth creates an energy in return.... Put out a negative vibe, get a negative vibe back... Put out a happy, understanding vibe, get that in return...<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br /><a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-88588079412082665572015-05-28T20:26:00.002-07:002015-05-28T20:26:51.249-07:00Only in Darkness Can You See The Stars<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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A very powerful message...<br />
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Sometimes it is not until you are surrounded with the darkness that sometimes creeps up in life, that you awaken and realize that the stars are always there. Even when we can't see them, they're there. Even when the sun is the brightest star in the sky, all the other stars are still shining. Their brightness always exists,<br />
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This brings you to realize to have faith. The faith that the stars are there. The faith they they are shining. The faith to know that when everything seems dark, the light is still there, still shining for you in all ways.<br />
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Sometimes it takes the darkness to see things in a different light... ;)<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br /><a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-28807477843499268912015-05-24T13:59:00.000-07:002015-05-24T13:59:00.603-07:00Some People Choose NOT to Be In Your LifeSometimes people choose not to be in your life. At first you don't see it. Or you subconsciously choose not to see it. Or perhaps you just don't want to believe it. However one day a light will illuminate the way and you'll see it as plain as day with flashing lights "they don't WANT to be in your life anymore".<br />
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This can be a very difficult time. You may resist. You may try to keep opening that door. Perhaps you feel a 'guilt', you feel like maybe it is your fault that they don't want to be in your life anymore. You reach out over and over, and the response is less and less. A phone conversation abruptly ended. An email conversation strangely stopped with no closure. You sit there and you wonder what YOU did to make them not want to be in your life anymore.<br />
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After they've closed that door, you still prop it open, thinking maybe they'll change their mind. Maybe they'll WANT to be in your life again. Maybe they'll realize how much they've missed all these years. Maybe they'll realize all the time that has gone by. Maybe they'll realize that now they are a stranger in the life of someone they could be close with.<br />
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Over the years it gets to a point that phone calls are strange and uncomfortable, so they stop. It gets to a point that social media messaging is pointless and meaningless.<br />
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Only to feel guilt again "WAIT is it ME?" - "what did I do to chase them away?" - "what did I NOT do?"<br />
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Then you APOLOGIZE.<br />
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WHAT? You break down and apologize. A heartfelt apology, you think of everything they MUST be thinking. You ASSume WHY they've stepped away from you life. You feel that it MUST be you, so you say 'sorry'.<br />
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Only, once again, to be slapped in the face by reality because you once again opened the door realizing you apologized even though it was not you.<br />
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Time goes on, and even though you regretfully said you were sorry (for nothing since it was never YOU to begin with) You STILL don't give up. You open the door, time and time again, wide arms welcoming, ready to get past all the BS. STILL, nothing. No show. Cancellation. Excuse. No show.<br />
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Years and years, pain and tears, you repeat the cycle. Years and years you pin it to YOU and the fact that YOU must have done something wrong. You start thinking about what OTHER people are thinking. What have these other people been told, so you feel you need to keep trying so that YOU are not the one that 'gave up'.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgpfYjD-B51fGcMRaRBZ77IM5TeArvgrACciZ7PxuC_fx-665J60EgQ9CoNL4Hf6zAqrqj7kVL9YwxumypwJmyZXrEM7dl-I9Lo__iVHs8PbyYRgLv7MjcUHPrYFTl8GVWym4/s1600/theygaveup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgpfYjD-B51fGcMRaRBZ77IM5TeArvgrACciZ7PxuC_fx-665J60EgQ9CoNL4Hf6zAqrqj7kVL9YwxumypwJmyZXrEM7dl-I9Lo__iVHs8PbyYRgLv7MjcUHPrYFTl8GVWym4/s320/theygaveup.jpg" width="320" /></a>Until one moment, one brief little span of time, where it becomes SO crystal CLEAR. There was a moment of connection, a glimmer of hope, then something else in that brief moment becomes more important that you. Making it painfully obvious that if something else is more important than you, in this little moment, that could have changed everything, they decide that something ELSE must take priority. In this spec of time, you realize that you just are not that important. Otherwise they would have made TIME for you in that moment. They would have MADE time for you all those years. It is this instant that you realize, perhaps for the first time, that they have made a conscious choice NOT to be a part of your life. They have made a CONSCIOUS CHOICE not to be in your life.<br />
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For me it was a huge AH HA moment. Years of emotions flowed through me. It was in this moment that I decided to let the door close. I decided to be 'done' with the whole thing. It was time to stop blaming myself for something that had nothing to do with ME.<br />
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<i>"When someone walks out of your life, let them. There's no use in wasting your time on people that leave you. What you make of yourself and your future is no longer tied to them. Yea, you may miss them, but remember that you weren't the one who gave up".</i><br />
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NOW I finally realize it was NOT me.<br />
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I still don't know WHY. I still don't UNDERSTAND. I've analyzed it over and over in my head. I've played every possible scenario. All I know is that I no longer can put myself through the torment.<br />
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I'm not taking the fall for this any more. I'm not feeling the guilt for this any more. I'm not feeling the pain for this any more. I'm not feeling the shame for this any more.<br />
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I have done. <i>I have not 'tried',</i> I have done, all I could possibly do.<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br />
<a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a><br />
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She was done not fully being herself.</div>
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She realized she was the only self she could be—and not being unapologetically true to herself was a disservice to her soul and the world.</div>
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She was done listening to the noise of the world. She realized the quiet voice of her own soul was the most beautiful sound.</div>
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She was done questioning her motives, her intentions, the call of her soul. She realized questions seek answers, and maybe she already knew the answers.</div>
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She was done striving, forcing, pushing through and staying on the hard path. She realized toughing things out might be a sign to pick another path.</div>
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She was done with friends that admonished her to be more light and breezy. She realized they didn’t understand she swam in the deep waters of life, she felt at home in their dark depths and died if she lived on the surface.</div>
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She was done with the distractions, the denials, the small addictions that pulled her away from the true desires of her soul. She realized that strength of character came from focus and commitment.</div>
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She was done not following the desires that yelled out in her soul every day. She realized if she did nothing about them, they died a quiet death that took a piece of her soul with them.</div>
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She was done with dinner parties and cocktail hours where conversations skimmed the surface of life. She realized the beverages created distortion and a temporary happiness that wasn’t real and disappeared in the light of the day.</div>
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She was done trying to please everyone. She realized it could never be done.</div>
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She was done questioning herself. She realized her heart knew the truth and she needed to follow it.</div>
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She was done analyzing all the options, weighing the pros and cons and trying to figure everything out before leaping. She realized that taking a leap implied not fully seeing where she landed.</div>
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She was done battling with herself, trying to change who she knew herself to be. She realized the world made it hard enough to fully be herself, so why add to the challenge.</div>
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She was done worrying, as if worry was the price she had to pay to make it all turn out okay. She realized worry didn’t need to be part of the process.</div>
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She was done apologizing and playing small to make others feel comfortable and fit in. She realized fitting in was overrated and shining her light made others brave enough to do the same.</div>
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She was done with the should’s, ought to’s and have to’s of the world. She realized the only must’s in her life came from things that beat so strong in her soul, she couldn’t not do them.</div>
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She was done with remorse and could have’s. She realized hindsight never applies because circumstances always look different in the rearview mirror and you experience life looking through the front window.</div>
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She was done with friendships based on shared history and past experiences. She realized if friends couldn’t grow together, or were no longer following the same path, it was okay to let them go.</div>
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She was done trying to fit in—be part of the popular crowd. She realized the price she had to pay to be included was too high and betrayed her soul.</div>
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She was done not trusting. She realized she had placed her trust in people that were untrustworthy—so she would start with the person she could trust the most—herself.</div>
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She was done being tired. She realized it came from spending her time doing things that didn’t bring her joy or feed her soul.</div>
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She was done trying to figure it all out, know the answers, plan everything and see all the possibilities before she began. She realized life was unfolding and that the detours and unexpected moments were some of the best parts.</div>
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She was done needing to be understood by anyone but herself. She realized she was the only person she would spend her whole with and understanding herself was more important than being understood by others.</div>
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She was done looking for love. She realized loving and accepting herself was the best kind of love and the seed from which all other love started.</div>
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She was done fighting, trying to change or not her accepting her body. She realized the body she came into the world with was the only one she had—there were no exchanges or returns—so love and acceptance was the only way.</div>
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She was done being tuned in, connected and up-to-date all the time. She realized the news and noise of the world was always there—a cacophony that never slowed or fell quiet and that listening to the silence of her soul was a better station to tune into.</div>
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She was done beating herself up and being so hard on herself as if either of these things led to changes or made her feel better. She realized kindness and compassion towards herself and others accomplished more.</div>
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She was done comparing and looking at other people’s lives as a mirror for her own. She realized holding her own mirror cast her in the best, most beautiful light.</div>
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She was done being quiet, unemotional and holding her tongue. She realized her voice and her emotions could be traced back to her deepest desires and longings. if she only followed their thread.</div>
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She was done having to be right. She realized everyone’s truth was relative and personal to themselves, so the only right that was required was the one that felt true for her.</div>
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She was done not feeling at home in the world. She realized she might never feel at home in the world, but that feeling at home in her soul was enough.</div>
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She was done being drained by others—by people who didn’t want to take the time for their own process and saw shortcuts though hers. She realized she could share her experience, but everyone needed to do the work themselves.</div>
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She was done thin<span style="line-height: 15.4559993743896px;">king she had so much to learn. She realized she already knew so much, if she only listened.</span></div>
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She was done trying to change others or make them see things. She realized she could only lead by example and whether they saw or followed was up to them.</div>
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She was done with the inner critic. She realized its voice was not her own.</div>
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She was done racing and being discontent with where she was. She realized the present moment held all it needed to get her to the next moment. It wasn’t out there—it was right here.</div>
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She was done seeing hurt as something to be avoided, foreseen or somehow her fault. She realized hurt shaped her as much as joy and she needed both to learn and grow.</div>
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She was done judging. She realized judging assumed the presence of right and wrong—and that there was a difference between using information to inform and making someone else wrong.</div>
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She was done jumping to conclusions. She realized she only needed to ask.</div>
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She was done with regrets. She realized if she had known better she would have done better.</div>
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She was done being angry. She realized anger was just a flashlight that showed her what she was most scared of and once it illuminated what she needed to see, she no longer needed to hold on to it.</div>
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She was done being sad. She realized sorrow arose when she betrayed her own soul and made choices that weren’t true to herself.</div>
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She was done playing small. She realized if others couldn’t handle her light, it was because they were afraid of their own.</div>
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She was done with<span style="line-height: 15.4559993743896px;"> the facades and the pretending. She realized masks were suffocating and claustrophobic.</span></div>
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She was done with others’ criticism and complaints. She realized they told her nothing about herself—only informed her of their perspective.</div>
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She was done yelling above the noise of the world. She realized living out loud could be done quietly.</div>
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She was done needing permission, validation or the authority. She realized she was her her own authority.</div>
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She was done being something she was not. She realized the purpose of life was to be truly, happily who she was born to be…and if she paused long enough to remember, she recognized herself.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-27487478277637900002015-05-22T13:02:00.004-07:002015-05-22T19:57:35.190-07:00Blank Spaces<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5juTKxQ0NdGVF273Ul14dLQAYv2vfBeT3K8RzcIGWoounNIHe9pgl5sv313YQUKFq-Cez4zAIDABYjO7XlEJ7qepLeDE4IKzJzgbpBeqeEIbxy_iTFIPfIxI-LPT6n0nUNbQr/s1600/blankspaces.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5juTKxQ0NdGVF273Ul14dLQAYv2vfBeT3K8RzcIGWoounNIHe9pgl5sv313YQUKFq-Cez4zAIDABYjO7XlEJ7qepLeDE4IKzJzgbpBeqeEIbxy_iTFIPfIxI-LPT6n0nUNbQr/s320/blankspaces.jpg" width="248" /></a>...I write, because I love to write. It's a great outlet to channel emotion that is otherwise held tight within the spirit. Wrapped around muscles as tension, clouding the brain. I write to get those words, those thoughts, OUT of my head.<br />
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Not to mention I simply love writing... I love stringing words collectively together to form sentences... thoughts...in black and white yet dancing colorfully and creatively across pages....<br />
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<i>"A blank page before me is a challenge. I must fill it with my thoughts and cover it with my words.... "</i><br />
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I write everywhere... Scraps of paper contain quickly jotted thoughts and ideas. The back of receipts, envelopes, business cards. I'm always thinking, always creating, always having ideas.<br />
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I have this blog, a blog about my Boxer Dogs, a blog about the Universe and the Law of Attraction, I write poetry (have since high school). In a nutshell I have about 10 blogs out there in cyber land, plus nearly all social media platforms. I'm always saying something somewhere!<br />
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As I wonder "<a href="http://multimediamom.blogspot.com/2015/05/what-do-i-want-to-be-when-i-grow-up.html" target="_blank">what I want to do when I grow up</a>" sometimes I feel I'm being called to write... there is some message I am supposed to be sharing. I'm not exactly sure what is is though....<br />
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Alethea Anderson</div>
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<a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-62780153747737557822015-05-21T14:41:00.000-07:002015-05-21T14:41:00.370-07:00What Do I Want to Be When I Grow Up?Perhaps I've led a typically, untypical working career. In the span of 20 something years I started in a retail clothing store in high school, sales job during college followed by an administrative job.... Left the corporate world when my kidlet was 3 to become an entrepreneur, sold the company, stepped back into the corporate world part time for a few years to 'get out of the house', then took on a full time field position for a number of years working 50-60 hours per week - then the company closed "due to the economy". Found another job shortly after and was laid off...<br />
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So here I am well over 20 (yet feeling like I'm in my 20's) looking at jobs that I'm well qualified for, but they all require a college degree. Degree-less, I (along with 500 others) apply anyways. I don't know how the job market is where you live, but here in California, right after you apply you get an automated message that reads "Due to the high number of applications/resumes we receive, you will only hear from us if we want to interview you".<br />
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So you don't even get a rejection letter... Which makes it even more weird if you see the same job again a few months later, do you go through the lengthy 45 minute online application AGAIN?<br />
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So I'm competing with people for jobs that paid nearly 2x as much back in 2002... however now I want a salary commensurate with my experience, but I'm competing with kids out of college. Not to mention my own kiddo will be starting college next year (WHAT?!)<br />
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To get to the nitty gritty of this article, "what do I want to be when I grow up?"<br />
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In a nutshell "happy"... the rest is yet to come!<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br />
<a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a><br />
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PS Entrepreneur really does have a nice ring to it...<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-22971616147012885812015-05-19T13:37:00.000-07:002015-05-19T13:37:11.961-07:00The Opinions of OthersOdds are, you've been guilty of changing something in your life because of someone else's opinion. Honestly, I am sick and tired of opinions. They are from an outside view. They are from the other side of where you are (the OUTside). Opinions about you from others don't come from withIN you, they are simply a view someone else is making based on what they 'see'.<br />
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BUT they don't know how you feel. They don't know how you think. They don't know how you experience your every day of being. They don't know HOW you've experienced everything in life you've experienced. They only pick out the dark little specs of your life and that is what they choose to emphasize. They only see what they can see. They only see what they've gotten the privilege to have shared with them. They only see what OTHERS may have shown them (as accurate or inaccurate that may be).<br />
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This quote by Oscar Wilde, "Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's. Their lives a mimicry. Their passions a quotation."<br />
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How POWER-FULL are these few sentences?<br />
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1. "Most people are other people." How many times have you 'been' someone else in order to be viewed a certain way or to 'fit in'. How may times have you been 'someone else' in order to attempt to avoid being judged or to try to make someone ELSE happy?<br />
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2. "Their thoughts are someone else's." Countless times other people's 'opinions' of how you should live life ringing in your ears. Echoing in your mind. Telling you over and over that you should be doing things totally different. Telling you that everything you've done has been WRONG. Highlighting your mistakes.<br />
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3. "Their lives a mimicry." ...living a 'fake' life. Other people 'see' one thing, while inside you are experiencing something totally different.<br />
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4. "Their passions a quotation." ...living someone ELSE'S passions....doing something because someone ELSE wants you to.<br />
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Sometimes you can feel trapped by opinions. You feel locked in a world that they think is the worst for you. When you try to step up, they say something to pull you back. It is damn difficult to dim those opinions but you can. The ONLY opinion that matters is YOURS. YOU life your life, dammit, ignore the opinions of others. Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one...<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br />MultiMediaMom.com<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-4963244970796476152015-05-04T20:05:00.000-07:002015-05-22T20:06:39.932-07:00The Bright One's Fire, Beltane<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">April Showers, fertile Earth </span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Flowers burst in Spring time mirth</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Lord and Lady, perfect love</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Lord and Lady, rise above</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Lord and Lady, perfect trust</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Lord and Lady, perfect lust</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">A circled star, points of five</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Signify a world alive</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Earth, air, fire, water</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Blessed be the Goddess daughter</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Spirit is five, the power within</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Spring marks a time to newly begin</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Abundance comes, allow it to flow</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Daylight is longer, allow it to glow</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">A pole in the soil stands tall to sky</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Ribbons spiral beauty to the eye</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Light the fires, heat in the night</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Dance round wild in pure delight</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Blessed be to all of thee</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Celebrate Beltane with me</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.2000007629395px;">Alethea Anderson © 2015</span></div>
</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-58651447783489942062015-04-15T17:51:00.001-07:002015-04-15T17:51:55.148-07:00Tax Day 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fourth month, fifteenth day...<br />
Deadline's today if you may...<br />
Taxes done, down goes the sun!<br />
In the red, or a refund?<br />
Uncle Sam, he gets his share.<br />
It does not matter if you think it's fair.<br />
Deductions, write offs, donations too...<br />
Save your receipts, they help you.<br />
If you're not filing you'd better extend...<br />
For the government, they tend not to bend...<br />
Work hard, work to play...<br />
Work harder every day...<br />
Isn't this the American dream?<br />
...isn't that what they make it seem?<br />
There's always time to do what you love...<br />
There's always time to rise above...<br />
Tax day, tax day...<br />
Refund or pay - pay - pay!<br />
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Alethea Anderson © 2015<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br />
<a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-79977598002801655112015-04-10T18:59:00.007-07:002015-04-10T18:59:59.585-07:00National Sibling Day as an Only Child<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXkCy9fg6kNWz-ZTK0kpzS655uPABe7AmwpwqhXRg9nCRQ-kr8Y3zUr0SD4IBYyFdVpIZ9qeaL51VYMFsAzOftytiwFDxfJhyphenhyphen0Jo2N5vlztguyZvqwBFRm2_xZRE7A2jbJqzz/s1600/siblings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXkCy9fg6kNWz-ZTK0kpzS655uPABe7AmwpwqhXRg9nCRQ-kr8Y3zUr0SD4IBYyFdVpIZ9qeaL51VYMFsAzOftytiwFDxfJhyphenhyphen0Jo2N5vlztguyZvqwBFRm2_xZRE7A2jbJqzz/s1600/siblings.jpg" /></a>Well, well, well.... Yet another of the "there-must-be-something-to-celebrate-every-day-of-the-year" holidays.<br />
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<i>Wonder if Hallmark has a card for this one?! </i><br />
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A day that celebrates having brothers and sisters... I celebrate ME me, best damn me I could ever be!<br /><br />(If I had siblings, I would TOTALLY be the favorite...)<br /><br />Me, myself and I!<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br />
<a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-36237276956611453322015-04-08T15:48:00.000-07:002015-04-08T15:48:23.530-07:00Online Marketing Sure Has Changed.......boy has it EVER!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGs7QKPrUSYbtdB3i-Zm35LNHg3-IAwUFYiJ4f1qyb1eyQYGE-8J5g9ccH3nhiWLT7tRiy25rnm-EL88jZ1acrn3epCspPSL4H1LGoxMP-msfzAXxxgTvZJI7z1DWpnmoPnj2r/s1600/online.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGs7QKPrUSYbtdB3i-Zm35LNHg3-IAwUFYiJ4f1qyb1eyQYGE-8J5g9ccH3nhiWLT7tRiy25rnm-EL88jZ1acrn3epCspPSL4H1LGoxMP-msfzAXxxgTvZJI7z1DWpnmoPnj2r/s1600/online.jpg" /></a>I started marketing online before the term 'online marketing' was a thing! I remember when I joined my first Direct Sales company, way back in 1994, I asked if I was allowed to market the business on the internet. They looked at me like I was insane...<br />
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Way back then there was no 'social media'... Marketing online was actually meeting people in forums... You'd find a forum that you were interested in, and get involved in the forum. Now mind you, most forums did not allow 'advertising' except for your signature - so you had to be creative!<br />
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Flash forward ten years, I was in a different direct sales company, this company did not allow you to mention the company name in any online marketing efforts. You could not have any links to your company site anywhere on the internet. You had to be absolutely 'generic' to get people to contact you, and once they made direct contact, you could THEN tell them what the company was.That was tricky, but I made it work! (in all reality there are STILL companies out there like this, mainly for legal reasons to prevent any liability in their team members giving incorrect or misleading information)<br />
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I am ever intrigued at the advancement of direct sales online marketing, I love it! Now so much more is allowed as so many companies are realizing the POWER of the internet, and how by lifting some restrictions it opens doors to more successful people, which leads to bigger success of the companies...<br />
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I continue to immerse myself into methods of online marketing, finding ways that work, and ways that don't! <br />
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I love what I do and I do what I love!<br />
<br />Alethea Anderson<br /><a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-28012027288566854032015-04-08T06:20:00.000-07:002015-04-08T06:20:00.740-07:00I am a delicate feminine flower.......or am I?<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2kDLeCdWtQ-26AlvL2BCfBO2fB1bJBfrmwO5-0i4TCDTl2vMPHC6Q2AgR6gBNQt6w1Q4IR7Re-2WeocRSnE5jzXww-tVIzlIiWSN0NyaQSpVkFBxXpr8_1v4jmS_U5rgHff4/s1600/delicate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj2kDLeCdWtQ-26AlvL2BCfBO2fB1bJBfrmwO5-0i4TCDTl2vMPHC6Q2AgR6gBNQt6w1Q4IR7Re-2WeocRSnE5jzXww-tVIzlIiWSN0NyaQSpVkFBxXpr8_1v4jmS_U5rgHff4/s1600/delicate.jpg" /></a>I saw this post the other day and it got me thinking... Well first it made me LOL, then I shared it on Facebook, THEN it got me thinking...<br />
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Why is it that we (women) are supposed to be sweet, dainty and delicate? Why are we expected to be sensitive? Why do people think we'll cry at the drop of a hat? Why are we the 'weaker sex'?<br />
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Why are we not supposed to burp and fart?<br />
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WHO made these rules?<br /><br />Just saying... *rawr* ahem *meow*...<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br /><a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-38142621420053039762015-04-07T06:14:00.000-07:002015-04-07T06:14:00.631-07:00When life gives you lemons...<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...got lemons?</td></tr>
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<i>...grab Tequila and Salt!</i><br />
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Life is what you make of it, don't let anything external make you 'sour'. It's your CHOICE to be a party pooper - or turn it into a party!<br />
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Each days moves forward, time marches on. How do YOU want to be remembered? Bitter, sour, grumpy? (or) Sweet, smiley, happy?<br /><br />((clink)) party on!<br />
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Alethea Anderson<br />
<a href="http://multimediamom.com/">MultiMediaMom.com</a><br />
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