A few years ago my girlfriend Kat and I went to Manhattan Beach (that's in Southern California, not New York) to celebrate the Fourth of July.  We drank and had fun, and so many funny things happened that night that I cannot even go into here, but we drank responsibly.  We cabbed our way around the little party town after we parked my car at a friend's house near the downtown strip. 

A little incident occurred that evening. While attempting to retrieve my car at the end of the night, we were shocked to see that it was gone- apparently stolen!  Teary-eyed and voices wobbling, we called our respective significant others for comfort, as we made the long cab journey all the way back to my place in Westwood.  I went through the entire process of reporting the car stolen to the police, and dealing with how to get around in Los Angeles without a car, when about six days later, the Manhattan Beach police called me to say they'd found my car, and miracle of miracles, it was not totally destroyed.  I asked my son's babysitter to take me down to the station, where I hopped in the car with a very nice female officer who drove me to where the car was parked. 

It wasn't until the very instant that the cop turned the corner on a particular street that the black out began to wear off.  As we neared the spot where the culprits had left my car and I could see my car parked there (in perfect condition), I began to recall a little scenario that had taken place toward the end of our big giant Fourth of July celebration. As the cop made comments about how it was odd there were no signs of a break in, and the entire dash and ignition was still intact, (and I in turn nodded, with big, wide-eyed innocence replying, "Yeah!  That's so weird!  Wonder how they did that?!") I remembered my girlfriend and I grabbing my car two hours earlier on the evening in question and parking it there (just a half block from where it had been).  I recalled our hobbling over to the parking restriction sign, our faces within inches of it to see whether we were allowed to park it there, just before we went into the all-night cafe across the street for breakfast. 

Now my car sat there in the Southern California sun, with a stack of about 10 or 20 parking tickets piled onto the windshield. I pointed at them, asking, "What happens with those? Do I have to pay those?" The lovely officer informed me that, "No, " they don't require victims of auto theft to pay violations on the vehicle.  'Ahhhaaa,' I thought.  'Note to self."  HA HA! 

So, I got into my car after signing the appropriate paperwork, and called Kat.  She STILL did not remember anything. I had to give her a play by play before she would even accept what had happened.

Did we drink so much that we suffered temporary BRAIN DAMAGE?  Or was it our true BLONDENESS that caused that extended black out? 

The second incident happened over four years ago, and I was totally oblivious to it until a few weeks ago. I dated this guy, Spyglass, a few times when I lived here in LA the last time.  We'd met at my son's hockey games and hit it off.  He was there for his daughter's ice skating lessons, and just the fact that he was a single dad won me over.  Well, for various reasons Spyglass and I never pursued anything very serious, but we always maintained a "friendship."  As a matter of fact, it was a very convenient "friendship." The kind that can be very satisfying, if ya' know what I mean.  This continued even when I moved to Aspen.  I would come back to Los Angeles on business, give Spyglass a call to meet for drinks, where one thing would lead to another, and I'd end up at his place for at least a few hours.  Sad for a liberated woman to demean herself so, you say?  Well, I'm happy to provide fodder for the liberal femmes out there, as it offered me a moment's pleasure in a time that I really needed it!    Pathetic, I know. How totally self-indulgent, right? But hey - I was divorced, and discovering what made me happy after many years of being very stifled and unhappily married.  So sue me.  But back then it was just fine by me. 

Until one night, apparently.

Spyglass and I had our drinks, we went back to his place, and I do recall being a bit awkward, like not as "lovey dovey" as I could be.  But in MY recollection, I said my good byes, got in my car in the morning, went to work, and flew home, never really to hear from Spyglass again.  I made a phone call once where he promised to call me right back, but he never did.  It had always perplexed me a bit, but I created a picture in my mind of Spyglass meeting the perfect woman, settling down, and letting that deviant part of his life slip silently into his past.

Fast forward to 2008.  I move back to LA and decide I should at least reconnect.  I truly do not want anything from Spyglass except friendship at this point, and besides, he is a nice guy, who may be able to send some work my way as I expand my business.  I ring Spyglass and  leave a message (to be "heard" below as portrayed by Spyglass himself) that I'd love to get together.

Spyglass and I get together at his usual after-work stop, the Brentwood Grille.  I sit next to him at the bar, give him a peck on the cheek, and order a club soda (anti-biotic-induced sobriety for the evening).  We chit-chat for a bit, when he weaves into the conversation a sarcastic, "Yeah, I remember our last meeting." "Why? What do you mean?" I ask.

"You don't remember, do you?" He asks, looking into my eyes.  "I don't think so," I say carefully. "Why, what happened?"

"We went back to my place, and we  -- well, you know -- and afterward, you got all upset and said I only wanted you for sex, and that you were better than that, and you didn't want to ever see me again. Then you left."

I think he is kidding, but he isn't!  I literally have absolutely NO recollection of that incident!  I am dumbfounded, and I tell him as much.  I apologize profusely for what I couldn't even fathom saying.  It so does NOT sound like me!

"Well, I thought it was weird, because you were always such a sensual person, and to say something like that was pretty odd!"  We laugh hysterically now (or is it just me?). 

He continues, "So, when you called and left me a message, 'Hi Spyglass - It's me!  I moved back to LA, and I don't want to have sex or anything, but let's get together!' I wondered what I was in for!"

"I did NOT say THAT!" I insist.  "I SAID  'I just moved back, and I'm not looking to 'hook-up' or anything, but I'd love it if we could reconnect and be friends again.' I swear!" 

"Well, whatever you said, I thought it was pretty friggin' hilarious to hear you say that after your last words to me a few years ago!" 

We laugh and reminisce some more, and with that, Spyglass and I say our good nights, vowing to indeed stay friends. For now.

So there you have it. Two VERY different situations, one very BLONDE chick!

Black outs are not for wimps, I tell ya. 

I have to say, it has been quite a ride going from being a frumpy housewife to a divorcee with attitude, to finally being content to just BE.  BE me, in my skin, my hair, my body, my face, my career, my personality - all good.  And BE a mom - and all the wonder and beauty that entails.  Priceless.

Have a wonderful weekend everyone, and if you drink - do it responsibly, would you?

Love you people!  Mmmmmmphhhuuuhhhhh!!

xoxo,

Ms. Cheevious

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No one is surprised at that perspective and all of us expected to hear it and talk about the matter here at the Lambeth Conference. But such a studied, planned (no doubt, orchestrated) "bomb" done publically at a press conference in clear violation of the spirit of this "conversation called Lambeth" was discouraging to many of us. The whole point of the design is that we listen to each other first. He refuses to "listen" to Gene Robinson while famously claiming that there are no homosexuals in the Sudan.

Overall, the Conference design is still "holding." Bible studies are rich and full, though sometimes difficult themselves, the Indaba discussion groups have begun to find their stride, and the self select sessions are mostly well attended and helpful.

Today we do "the London day" with a march through the city and an emphasis on the MDG's and fighting povery, a visit to Lambeth, and tea with the Queen at Buckingham Palace! Anyone see some contradictions there? 

Some of the wives are particularly incensed at having to go on the "march against poverty" decked out in their finest (including hats) for the Queen. The English press will probably have a field day with that! Obviously, the idea is to get all this done on one trip into London to save time and expense of as second trip. But, I'm not sure the whole thing will "play." Obviously, for me, the tea party at Buckingham palance is anachronistic and unnecessary to say the least!

Ah well, I'm just a voice from "the colonies..."

And, this too will pass!

“I want you to know that I will not make age an issue in this campaign. I am not going to exploit, for political purposes, my opponent’s youth and inexperience.” (In response to a question during the second of the 1984 Presidential Debates against opposing candidate Walter Mondale.)

Mr. Ronald Wilson Reagan (February 6, 1911 – June 5, 2004), an actor in the 1930’s, became the 40th President of the United States (1981–1989). He was defeated in his run for the Republican presidential nomination in 1968 as well as 1976, but won both the nomination and election in 1980. Former Vice President Walter Mondale was his opponent in the 1984 presidential election.

With questions about his age, and a weak performance in the first presidential debate, many wondered if he was up to the task of being president for another term. Reagan rebounded in the second debate, and confronted questions about his age with the above quote. He won a landslide victory (49 of 50 states) as Mondale carried only his home state of Minnesota (by 3800 votes) and the District of Columbia. By flipping the script,“The Gipper” won a record 525 electoral votes, the most so of any candidate in United States history, and received 58.8% of the popular vote to Mondale's 40.6%.

Moses and Aaron are a couple of ne’er-do-wells. The king’s “script flipping” rhetoric seems to implicate the freedom-seeking brothers as the cause for social unrest among the Jews. This is reminiscent of the Civil Rights Movement in the 1960’s, although then it was a case of a “king” (as in Martin Luther King) being implicated as a troublemaker by the establishment. It should be obvious that in both “king” situations, a racist society “flipped the script” to make it appear that the protagonists where lawless.

There have been times in history where restoring spiritual order required a movement that appeared anarchistic in nature. While this ideology seems in opposition to Christianity, it tends to grow as the Church deteriorates. However, this condition was predicted 2,000 years ago in II Tim. 3.

“1 This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. 2 For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, 3 Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, 4 Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; 5 Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away. 6 For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts, 7 Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.

God’s people must keep God’s script - it can’t be flipped! However, spiritual order will be restored (I Cor. 15:20-24)!

Well, the goal, at that moment, was to get something down on paper.  I hardly ever have writer's block.  I've been writing for years in one capacity or another.  I know I can write across genres because I've done it.  I'm a published poetess with Editor Choice awards.  I've written biographical articles for my Alma Mater, articles for a city newsletter on saving money, and numerous "unpublished" novels.

So why would I have to be told to write a book on Organizing?  Well, the truth is I didn't have to be told to do it.  It was there in the back of my mind to do.  It just wasn't getting done.

Goals!  As you can surmise, it wasn't the fact that I couldn't write that was preventing me from doing the job.  Yep!  You guessed it.  Well I hope you did.

Goals need to be written down.  They have a 99% greater chance of being achieved if they are written down.  Whether on paper or in stone, the physical act of taking a thought and turning it into something completely concrete is the first action needed to achieve the goal itself!

Once you have the goal in a visible format you're almost ready to go!

READY!

What do you do every time you get ready to go on a trip?

You prepare, right?

SET!

It is no different when it comes to goals.  You could have all the most magnificent goals in the world written down and you could still not be achieving them.

Why?

Did you ever read an instruction sheet on how to put together a toy you bought for a child?

The bottom line is, that everything in this world requires more than one step.  The steps that you take to achieve what ever it is that you have told yourself you want.  Otherwise known as your GOAL!

GO!

Written down goals need written down step by step guides.  This will be the only way you achieve the whole goal.  Following step-by-step procedures for any major goal you have.  Just think, if you write down your goals and you find yourself not achieving those goals, sit down with pen and paper and map out the ideas behind the goals.  Show yourself a logical, (or illogical for some) way of reaching your goal.

Step-by-step tasks that help you reach your goals could be considered your instruction sheet.

Updates on the book, by the way.  Chapter Five is under construction!  It actually is in revisions.  Some of you may have read my disgusted blog on the mechanic shop I took my car to when I had a flat tire recently.  Well, it almost went into the book.  I've written a better, more concentric view from a small business owner's perspective to replace it.  Hmmm, I wonder if I should!

Let me know what you think. 

For now, I'm working on my print newsletter.  Soon to be out with my monthly teleconference call on different organizing methods!    Watch for more information!

warmly,

Denise

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i soo wanna see him live.

Vädret är fortsatt varmt och fuktigt. Inget regn :-)

Ska ut och träna under dagen, försöker att hitta tillfällen att röra på mig så att jag inte stelnar ihop alldeles. Det är mycket krävande att träna i den värme som råder i Thailand, den tar verkligen musten ur en.

Lop Buri har en hel del intressanta kulturlämningar som till exempel den gamla staden. Den får ett besök av oss. Staden kallas i folkmun för apstaden på grund av de många vilda apor som finns här. Se upp! Dom är verkligen tjuvaktiga. Kommer en apa nära så blir man alltid av med något. Det kan vara en plånbok, kamera eller vad som helst som sitter löst.

Kolla via den här länken.

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Personally, I just love the Elvis Presley Baby Onesies! I went to a baby shower this past weekend and gave the mom to be the Elvis Presley "Jailhouse Rock" Onesie and it was the hit of the party! 

Click here to view Elvis Jailhouse Rock Onesie

The other Elvis Presley Onesies in our collection are pictured below:

I Love Elvis Onesie                                                               All Shook Up Elvis Onesie

Aren't these two Elvis Onesies the cutest things you've ever seen?  If you are a fan of The King or have friends who love Elvis and they are expecting a baby, these Elvis Onesies are must buy items.

Finally, my other favorite Elvis Onesie has to be this Elvis Jumpsuit Onesie.  I am going to yet another baby shower next week and this time the mom to be is getting this Elvis Jumpsuit Onesie.  Not only is this Elvis Onesie great for everyday, the baby will have a Halloween Costume come next October - if it still fits.

Click here to view Elvis Jumpsuit Onesie

Be sure to check out our Elvis Onesies soon.  As I said, they make great gifts for any mom to be - especially an Elvis Fan and they make dressing a baby easy and fun.  I know I loved onesies as a new mom of twins - too bad these Elvis Onesies weren't available at that time or you can bet my twins would have been wearing the "All Shook Up" Elvis Presley Onesies to daycare!

Peaceful and dark and quiet and muggy and summer and gurly... The gurlz on their dressing up of the small, innocent furry creature in our house.  "Look mommy, he's our mascot"  (Mascot of squirrely unruliness I suppose)

He, apparently agreed to this lovely native American motif bandana.

 Thank heaven he shook off the humiliating sign they made that hung around his neck.  He managed to wiggle it off until it hung crookedly across one ear.

  I swear I heard him say, "I'll GET you my Pretties!!!" 

 When the last of the pictures were taken for their myspace and TV had wound down, and Doug has been snoring pretty much since supper time,  I have peace tonight.

  I have started a tongue-in-cheek, stick man comic section called Boy Meets Gurl.  Since I am better with "Paint" than the flash animation, you'll see a few new comics here and there.  Knowing me, they'll be wicked twisted. 

 P.S.~ I am wicked lonely tonight, and I wish you were here.  YOU.  You know who I mean.