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WELCOME TO A NEW FRIEND | Beautiful Life with Cancer

First and foremost, my Dad is God.  He made everything, he knows everything, his freakin’ streets are made with gold, and he adopted me!  Yes, I am a princess.

Wife to the best husband in the world, sorry ladies, yep, I got him.

Mom to a miracle daughter that keeps me on my toes.

18 year survivor of MEN2A Cancer.  I have Addison’s Disease.

Writer.  I love to write.  It is in me.  I am discovering more and more who I am and there are certain things that I have to accept.  I will never be in the Olympics, I will never speak tons of languages, and I will never be a famous rock star.  But I can write.  Smirk on my face and rubbing my hands together, here is my baby.  Read it.  You will like it.

via About | Beautiful Life with Cancer.

He Means It

“Please just step away! He means it!” It was my plea for his own safety.

Let me explain. Years ago, we had this dog that we still talk about. Brock. Brock was an 85lb boxer that was nothing but muscle and strength. He was a card carrying boxer dog, but he was the biggest and meanest boxer I’ve ever seen. He had problems. I’m serious. Real problems. From the day we got him, he was family. We loved Brock. And he was perfect. The most loving, caring, sweet, obedient, behaved dog ever …TO US. To everyone else, he thought you were there to kill his family, and he was going to defend his pack. Then something happened, his pack grew. We had Madison. And Brock got WORSE. I’ve never seen anything like it. Brock adored that little girl. From an infant, we made him keep his distance. He would stand guard and never ever take his eyes off her. And then she grew and discovered “Bock.” Madison loved her Bock. He would let her do anything…and she did. We have the cutest pictures of her resting on him drinking her sippy cup, playing vet and checking his heartbeat, and bossing that huge dog around… And he obeyed. But when we added Madison to our pack, he grew ever more protective. I really did worry that he would hurt someone. He especially hated men. And on this day, I was standing in our front yard with Brock on a leash as our neighbor was walking into our yard. It was all I could do to hold Brock back. The neighbor tried to look unworried, “It’s ok. I’m a dog person.”


Welcome to a New Friend| fisticuffsandshenanigans


It was all fun and games, until the fisticuffs and shenanigans… -Deutschmarc

About Me…Ugh…How dull is THIS going to be…Page Arizona native and single mother to Caolinn 14, Xavier and Liam both 11…because I’m fucking awesome at mitosis, rabid dog rescuer/rescue-ee to be clear, I am the one who is rabid, not the dog…he’s just fine, educator to some, and lover of good cheese, great music, and pretty much anything absurd.

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And I Shall My Make My Chapeau From the Finest of Tin Foils…and It Will Be MARVELOUS.



***Yes, Ryan and I are obsessed with the NSA monitoring our texts.  We are clearly narcissists who read too many spy novels.***

Ryan: What was going on with Bugs and all the cross-dressing?  Was he based on J. Edgar Hoover, what with all of his spying and his manipulation of Elmer and Daffy?  He was OBSESSED with control.

Me: Oh, you totally know Bugs was into leather.

Ryan: Obviously.  Probably had an 11″ dildo in his nightstand, too.

Me: Well, don’t we all?

Ryan: I think it’s in the Constitution.

Me: Falls under the Second Amendment?  Right to bear arms?

Ryan: At 11″, it might be an ACTUAL bear arm.

Me: Ha!

Ryan: How does one purchase an 11″ dildo?  What exactly do you say to the store clerk?

Me: “You know…I just don’t think that 8-incher is getting me where I need to go.”

Ryan: “Here’s a picture of a bear’s arm…how close can you get me?”

Me: It’s too big to buy in person, one would have to purchase that item online.

Ryan: And you’d know this how?

Me: Logic!  Don’t judge me, you!

Ryan: Hey, no need to qualify the purchase.  It clearly isn’t for me.  Now it’s just between you and Visa.  And the NSA who is reading this, of course.

Me: Damn it NSA, I thought we were cool.

Welcome to a new friend: 100 Interviews | An exploratory blog on the employment war

#95 Unbounce: HR Consultant

unbounce-about-sholeh-atashAh, Unbounce. A fresh faced tech company being dominated by a bunch of extroverts. Sounds like the worst case scenario for every introvert I know. Unbounce is located in Gastown, Vancouver in a lovely building, with many lovely people. The downside? They have an Operations Manager that is the epitome of Mean Girls, not too mention a few tomatoes short of a salad. Enter: COO, who is great by the way, easy going, up front, politically correct with a great sense of humor, and overall- the professional ideal for the young startups trying to attract top talent. WTG. On the other note, the Manager has Lion King on her desktop, not as in “I’m a fan of Lion King”, more as in, -let me flash you my Macbook mid interview to show you how cute Simba is, giggle giggle- wait, aren’t you like 45? WTF? This doesn’t make you young, it makes you stupid. But whatever, I’m a nice person, I have a lot of fucks to give, and therefore will indulge said manager…. Cut to: Interview Room. The OM plays cool for most of the interview, that is until the COO has to excuse himself for another meeting he is about to run late for. I shake his hand, we go our own ways. I’m left with the OM, who quite literally turned into a vicious cat monster. She starts telling me how she is the “Angel of the Office” “Everybody loves me” and I kid you not, she rants about her looks, her intellect, her education, her position, how important she is, how much everyone loves her, how she is always rescuing the CEO and the COO, what would they do without her? Her position as a saint in the office cannot be matched, and this is why she thinks there is not a place for me there. Not to mention, she goes on about her people, she’s Iranian and thinks she’s the only coloured person in the interview because I am visibly white- she never asked me if I was part Arab (which I am), and believe me, I don’t take shit from my own people. HAHA, seriously? You’re going all Mean Girls on me because you have a vanity and self confidence complex? Oh please, knock yourself out. Because when your superiors actually find out how you’ve been undermining them to candidates and have been running down the young people in the company behind their backs, I don’t want to be there when that ship sinks. Oh boy. But wait, I’m a young person, right? There is Karma, right? Well, I think it is my social and ethical responsibility to ensure that Karma comes back, just the way a young, inept person would do it. Therefore: Sholeh Atash consider yourself tagged as the most selfish, immature, self-destructive individual who looks down on introverts and successful people. #SholehAtashStupid . I hereby sign this post from the HR gal and Karma herself. You’ve been made. Unbounce, do me a favor, hire great people for this position first, and forgo the rest till you get the problems figured out. Hire an HR firm to do some work for you so you have an outside opinion.

Update: Unbounce has decided not to continue with the HR hiring…….? Hmmmmm I wonder why the position fell through……. Instead they are hiring Sholeh an assistant. I guess it is kind of hard for her to nail herself to a cross every week, you need help for those things.

#96 Richmond Open Road: HR Coordinator

Richmond Open Road Auto GroupAh, Car Lots. The home of the greasy salesman who uses so much brylcreem you can feel your hard earned dollar bills sliding out of your wallet the moment you walk through the door. The Automobile industry is a dangerous place. With all that hairspray, hair gel, cologne, and chrome suits, it’s amazing one doesn’t slip on the prestige of scum on the way to the front desk. No wonder there’s always carpets laid down in these places… I was met with stares and gazes of fierce wild animal kingdom competition. In walks a buxom blonde who’s bust button was looked to be trying to leap from between her breasts and likely fling into my eye, or forehead if I was lucky. After some catty remarks and a couple hip shakes I reassured her I was there for an HR position, not a sales position. She tossed her hair, turned around and I’m guessing either mouthed something or made a facial expression, but whatever it was, it put the rest of the crowd at ease of my appearance. They simmered down… After waiting 15 minutes I was introduced to the HR Manager when upon sitting down in an office upstairs she said, “You’re just so young.” Really? That’s what you have to say? “I’m just so young”? As opposed to what, “You’re just so old”? What does that even mean. Granted I look a little young for my age, however I attribute that to fact that I don’t drug or alcohol, no parties, never got into that scene. She couldn’t shut up about it through the whole interview. I eventually interrupted her and told her that this seems like something that was bothering her and maybe we should go our own ways on a friendly note. She was shocked as hell, but I felt like telling her she was immature and above all, inappropriate for bringing it up.  Her questions were also that of, “Really? Your were the HR Manager previously at this agency??” With utter disbelief. *rolls eyes*. No, I just make up random shit on my resume to see if I can get away with it, what do you think? Of course I was the Manager there. For the sake of pudding, geez. We did end on a good note as I politely excused myself and she shook my hand and escorted me out. The wild kingdom resumed their merciless gaze upon me heels as I left. Never. Again.

#97 Securiguard Services: Ops Coordinator

Parking-BannerWell this entire process was interesting to say the least. Lets start with the online psych evaluation. Riddled with all the questions to do with morals vs science you could imagine dumbed down in the most simple of formatting. I’m not sure whether to be insulted or happy I made it through the initial online testing. To my surprise I received an email at nearly 1am from HR requesting I come in for an interview. Wow, these people don’t sleep! Ok, fair enough, it’s a job for me! So I replied and the interview was set up bright and early at 7am. I met with HR in the lobby where I was escorted up an elevator and into their office. HR was polite, straight forward, and to the point. I was told it was the “People and Culture Assessment”. Which to me, always sounds laughable and hilarious because I am formally trained by the Federal Government in assessment and profiling, so when people start throwing those words around, I can’t help but snort a little. Congratulations, you took Psych 101. Well, it seemed like a positive review and I was escorted out again with a very firm handshake. Got a call not too much longer later to come in and meet with the Regional Director and the Ops Manager. Enter: bitter overworked cop of 30 years who enjoys playing tough guy and gets his rocks off by getting a rise out of people -uber control freak-, and loud mouthed blubbering sweaty carrot top -with horrible sock apparel-. These guys make quite the team. They’re overworked, underpaid, and have serious control problems. Even in the interview they got into an argument between themselves about the meaning of a question. No, no. I reassure you, this was not some clever ruse to tell if I was the sort of person who was a good mediator or had good boundaries. These guys just had it out like two petty school girls fighting over the last XS knit camisole at Victoria’s Secret. Well slap me in a lace thong and call me an angel, because these boys couldn’t care less what was going on around them, they were way too into themselves and their little kerfuffle. Then I got a lecture from the former cop about communication and something about he would always rather I raise my hand if I had a questions as opposed to asking someone else. Whatever. It’s an interview, I don’t want to know you’re entire teaching ethic, thanks bud. Well you can imagine my response, a little mixed and confused. It’s funny because they have their slogan and ethic, as posted above, “We Do What We Say” which in the interview with people arguing among themselves…. Ummmm…. yeah, I’m already sensing a little illusive work ethic here…..

#98 M1 Innovations: HR Admin -Policy

ft_interview_mainOk, so admittedly I lied on my resume for this job and withheld a lot of my experience. I replaced words like manage for supervise, cut the budgets I had managed into about 1/3, and finally I withheld some of my (ahem* most of my) education. Oh, go call the HR police and sue me. Some of us just want a good job and are sick of the employment fight. So naturally, I got a call for the interview. I went in for the interview and as fast as I walked into the office, I nearly walked back out. The front office reception was equipped with two juvenile employees. Not as in “young”, but as in just out right immature. One was laughing and pointing with the TV blasted over the loud sound of the hipster radio, watching the Jimmy Fallon Late Night Special. The other was busy hammering away at the keyboard with snide remarks and a kick of the heel to the desk every now and then. I waited 15 minutes, as they were running behind. And no kidding, because apparently this was the type of company that interviews EVERYBODY and their dog. There were six people and counting in the wait room with me, all lined up, looking for work, and ready to go. I looked next to me and saw a very attractive woman who undoubtedly lied on her resume too. She was way too mature and polished, but I couldn’t blame her. We chatted briefly and she was called in for her interview and I wished her luck. I was called after she had come out 10 minutes later. My interview I imagine was much the same. Some guy in a flashy suit and bad tie interviewed me and his first question was, “Tell me a little about yourself.” Are you kidding? ‘Tell me a little about yourself?’ What are we, going on Oprah? Who the hell are you, my therapist? What the hell kind of question is “Tell me a little about yourself”? Oh I see, we’re gonna be fuckin’ BFF’s. Well in that case, I’m a Taurus, my favorite colour is red, my first pet was a puppy named Shep, and I enjoy star gazing on the beach and waiting for the sunrise. But as foolish as his question was, I somehow doubted this was what he was talking about. So I played ball and engaged appropriately. Then he proceeded to tell me all about sales. sales. sales. sales. How important sales people are, how everyone wants to be in sales, how working in sales is the most prestigious job and most sought after. Oh murder a kitten why don’t you. Sales is no longer “trendy” it was at one point, particularly in the 1980′s, however once all those reports were released on deception and slimy sales people, the popularity went down. IT, Events, and Social Media is where it’s at today. Anyways, the interview felt like a K1 application and I was relieved when it ended. “We’ll call you.” He said. I turned off my phone.

Update: the position is still open over a month later.

#99 Purdy’s Chocolates: HR Trainer

Purdy's 002One of the better interviews I have had was at Purdy’s Chocolates for an HR Trainer position. I met with 2 lovely ladies, business savvy and no doubt, shrewd business women: VP HR, Senior Ops. The best part of my interview is that we met at one of the factory locations and everything smelled like a chocolate dream. I walked along a cute little cobblestone path to the entrance of the building, rang a doorbell to a little wooden door, and was met by name by the VP HR. She directed me through a set of doors into another room where I met her colleague. We sat for approximately 50 minutes in interview, and they were refreshingly honest with me- they had just wished I had more manufacturing experience. Thank you for your honesty! You’re aces in my books! But they told me they would still contact me later. Ok, sounds good. I assumed they were ultimately just being polite, however a month later, they did phone and told me it was a tough decision between myself who had all the policy and training experience they had hoped for and between another candidate who had over ten years of manufacturing experience and training. The went with the other. Oh darn! Well, I was still quite happy that they called and I wasn’t just a random candidate with a check or x by my name. Purdy’s, I will continue to buy your chocolates!

#100 – iData Research: HR Manager

photodune-648788-happy-and-successful-executive-mI had an interview with iData Research in downtown Vancouver for the position of HR Manager. They are in a prime location around the 700 block of West Broadway on the ocean. Not too shabby. I arrive at the location on a very hot day dressed in my business attire. Old white leather chairs that were once a thing, looking a raggedy, sit in the foyer. The office is half assed divided, with no walls, but cubicles dividing the foyer from the rest of the office. Ok, so they’re on a budget, aren’t we all? Fair enough. I end up waiting nearly a half hour because the original hiring manager has been replaced by guess who…. the CEO. The CEO will be interviewing me. Okey dokes. After I first arrive I find it difficult to sit down immediately as my stomach has butterflies and the heat from outside has been killing me and I need some time to adjust to the A/C inside. Well so much for that as the receptionist barks at me, and orders me to sit. You’ve got to be kidding? I don’t care who you are, no one barks orders at me unless it’s one of two things 1)dependant on a business merger or high profile account 2) an emergency. Go fuck yourself, cuz sweetie, bitch’s be crazy, and this shit ain’t happening. I politely smile at her and explain I’m feeling a bit humid, but thanks for letting me know I can make myself comfortable. She repeats, and I feign interest in a magazine and stand and read for 5-10minutes to try and center my nerves. 20 minutes later the CEO fetches me and we meet in his office. Typical CEO office, he has pictures of his family around. One particularly large gold framed photo of his son, a small silver frame about 1/3 the size of the gold from of his daughter, and a family photo with his wife. He’s nice enough, polite, good etiquette. Then he tells me that they’re happy to move to Stage 2 of the interview if I could wait about another 5 minutes he would send in the Operations Manager to meet with me. Ok, sounds good. Then, back into the office he comes and suggests another meeting room. So I head into another meeting room and wait for the Ops Manager. Aprox 5 minutes later, enter in a wiry woman with wild curly hair who closes the door and flashes a ridiculously toothy grin, shakes my hand, and sits down across from me. She begins to interview me as per second stage, typical. Mid way, she interrupts me to proceed to tell me all about herself, all the hard work she has done, how long it has taken her to get where she is, and so on and so forth. It ended up taking up the rest of the interview time. When we finished she shook my hand, smiled, and all of sudden said, “Well aren’t you just so pretty and smart” in such a tone it would make Dame Edna cuss. All I could think was, “You fucking bitch. Don’t you project your shit on me.” And I knew she wouldn’t give me the job. And somehow, I was very much ok with that.

100 Interviews | An exploratory blog on the employment war.

Welcome to a new Friend: Jordan Mathew–Top 10 Benefits of Sugarcane Juice For Skin, Hair and Health

Welcome to a new Friend: Hello everyone.This is Jordan Mathew. I am a health consultant cum adviser from New York. I am here for the people who are suffering from health problem and they can gain information for health solution.

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Health Benefits of Sugarcane Juice

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About the Wayfarer | A Holistic Journey


A Holistic Journey

Finding my way back out of motherhood — while mothering


I am a Woman out of the Lost & Found.


Gosh, it’s been fast.  The little girl feeling from first grade is a clear memory.  How many monthly calendar pages do you tear off in 40 years?  480.  Beyond the 1/10 of these sheets that marked my prologue in Korea, my life divides roughly into thirds.  The first chapter written in NYC, the second in PA that suburbanized the college girl, the third in CA that ruralized the wife and mom.  (At least in contrast to the zip and dash of life in the Big Apple.  Cows across the street here.)

Motherhood consumed me in its centripetal force.  Okay, I let it – in my determination to be the best darned mom I knew how (any resolution cemented with best darned sure to unglue).  What was it about turning 40?  Did I sense it was the crest of my climb, that it was only a descent hereon?  Or could I borrow a lesson from Moses?  He had it made until the mistake that cost him his crown to Egypt at 40.  Surely he’d done himself in.  The next forty years on the run, he became a family man tending sheep.  Little did he know God had all the time in the world and he was on training ground where he was humbled and readied to shepherd a nation out of slavery – in the four decades ahead.  No coincidence that a human baby is full term through 40 weeks.

When I hit the age that embodies spiritual gestation, something happened.  I remembered I was more than a mother.  Motherhood is no less my solemn charge today than it has been the last six years.  But the woman God had created to reflect Him in her way even before she birthed her child had gone missing.  I remembered that writing is how I really breathe.

[color]sunset shot21 copySo I’m no longer holding my breath.

Stones collected along the shore of my wayfaring, some posts are light and colorful, others not.  Relationships, identity, learning, time, faith, fun, the physical, the invisible.  I see God’s handprints everywhere.  Whatever catches my eye in the journey, I hold up to you.  I offer no secrets to growing a money tree, am not artistic enough to captivate you with unusual aesthetics.  You’ll see the photos and some videos, and information I intend to be useful – but a good many stories and what I hope you consider insight. The best I’ve got for you are words.  As a wordsmith, I’ve been sculpting the pictures from the road.  It has been interesting to find single guys digging my writing as much as the moms.  So I speak of it all – not just the parenting or homeschooling or my faith or marriage.  But also of the things we share by virtue of our humanity.  Hence a holistic journey.

About the Wayfarer | A Holistic Journey.

Get Over Your Bad Self. It’s Not About You.

We go around self-absorbed.

He wasn’t very responsive over lunch. What’s gotten into him?
I’ve been so sick. I expected her to show more concern. How insensitive.
She’s kept away from my family and made me feel judged. How rude.
I won’t say what I really feel because he would think less highly of me.

We need to get over our self.

Our life is all about us, but their lives are not. Remember, as soon as we step outside and start interfacing with others, we have a pair of people with each person talking about the same thing from his own perspective, experiences, biases. I recently talked about this autobiographical listening we do, but wanted to look at this dynamic as it plays out when we feel slighted or offended.

He just mumbled during lunch? Maybe he had a headache. Or a fight with his wife. Shirley recently shared: Neither am I so quick now to “perceive” an injustice and attribute intention to another. I don’t really know what is going on in their head…perhaps it’s just my perception and they never intended it the way I took it. More than one blogger who has emailed me has wondered why I didn’t get back to them right away. If they knew what I juggle, and the challenges I don’t write about (Wayfarer’s voice climbing)! I assure you I do more than my best to get back to readers on email and your site. And I suggest you don’t follow me through the filter of expectations based on the number of likes you leave me. I attribute part of my growth to the loyalty I show my awesome readers, but on weeks like these I just can’t keep up. I’m sorry some of you will fall through the cracks. If you think I’m talking right at you, well, how’s that for self-consciousness? My head’s too full to be seeing names at the moment. One other thing. If you haven’t noticed, I boast extraordinarily intelligent bloggers in my readership. Yours isn’t the only blog I want to revisit.

Wish I tolerated alcohol.

I’ll be nice again, next post.

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a social network that allows users to share their innermost thoughts, secrets, and confessions with complete anonymity | Welcome to a new friend: ChronicleMe

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Sunday Secrets 3.16.2014

Here are a few of the most shared secrets this week from, the anonymous and positive social network!

“I came out to my parents the other day. After they nearly kicked me out and kicked me on my way to my room (leaving a bruise) they had the gall to tell me that I’m making it up… I’ve been dating girls for 5 years now.”

“i make up stories to impress my son”

I threw a surprise bday party for my sister and none of her friends showed up so I threw away the cake, popped the balloons, and put away the games. She will never know.

“Never thought I would say this but I miss my older brother. He went off to college and ill never say it to his face but I really really wish he was here to get me through tough times.”

“I wish my boss spent more time with us than with his mistress”

performer, composer, writer, lover, freedom, arts, spirituality, light, sensuality, dance, music, messenger, |Welcome to a new friend: Erika Fuego

Erika Fuego

What’s Erika Fuego about?

Musical theater, performer, composer, writer, lover, freedom, arts, spirituality, light, sensuality, dance, music, messenger, making love for hours, dreamer, peace, truth seeker, believer, mermaid, love goddess, enlightenment, talking till dawn, giver, forgiveness, compassion, understanding, jogging in the rain, laying on the grass, swimming naked in the beach , baking, starring at the stars, laughing till you cry, nature, acceptance, letting go, God, purpose, evolution and love, love, love. Love everything and everyone one for we are all one.

via What’s Erika Fuego about? | Erika Fuego.

Hopeless Romantic

They say a realist is a frustrated romantic. Maybe, that’s true.

I am a romantic; A hopeless one.

I believe falling in love turns a gray sky blue.

 It makes music lively, visuals vibrant, food richer, smells intoxicating.

 Infatuation is a mind-altering state.

It enhances your senses, your mood, and your life.

 Falling in love brings you to life.

 Love is the only medicine for a broken heart.  It’s the only emotion that can conquer hate. It has the power to transform you, change you and make you grow faster and more effective than anything else.

But what happens when you fall in love, you build your world around someone, you make them you’re everything and then they leave you?  Then, you’re left with nothing, right?

Then, it’s the opposite effect.  Your blue sky is gray. Music is noise, visuals are dull, food is bland and smells are pungent.  The heart ache breaks you down. It’s like an anchor pulling you down.

It sucks the life right out of you.

Is it worth it? Laying your heart on the line; is it worth the risk?

If your happiness rests on someone they have the power to take it away. They have the ability to destroy your happiness.

 I just won’t give anyone that power anymore.

But as I write the words, I know before I even complete the sentence that it’s not true.

I will love again, I will break again and then love again.

That’s what hopeless romantics do.

-Erika Fuego

Me singing Adele- Someone Like You

Just another human being who’s trying to reach new levels of consciousness | Welcome to a new friend: kushtrimthaqi


Just another human being who’s trying to reach new levels of consciousness

via About me | kushtrimthaqi.

Prizren, Kosova (the city I live in)

As the sun sets it’s flight,
slowly, drifting through the sky
you can can see a small ray of light
falling from the clouds,
penetrating the leaves
 stinging your eyes
and, you stay amazed,
as you’re walking along the riverside…
of this ancient city
full of culture and pride,
here, you could gladly take your final breath
here, you would be happy to die.


Tonight, i wont write about love.

I wont write about love.
No, not tonight.
Tonight I will write
about the silent sky
and the moon,
that on his chest he holds.
I will write about this fog
that got my city strangled
just like a tight rope.
I will write about my garden
and the frozen flowers there-
that show me that death
is a sight to behold!
I will write about life
and death
and how fast this fleeting life goes!

But, when i looked down
just like on every other night
tonight, I again,
on the spread page
“I miss you” wrote.

Tonight, i wont write about love..

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Grow- Transform- Fly|Welcome to a new friend: Flying Butterfly

Flying Butterfly

” If you have a secret wish, capture a butterfly and whisper your wish to it. Since butterflies cannot speak, your secret is ever safe in their keeping. Release the butterfly, and it will carry your wish to the Great Spirit, who alone knows the thoughts of butterflies. By setting the butterfly free, you are helping to restore the balance of nature, and your wish will surely be granted.”

The butterfly is a reminder to make changes when the opportunity arises. Change and transformation are inevitable for us all, but it does not have to be traumatic. In the western world, the symbol of the butterfly stands for freedom, fun and joyous times. It  also symbolizes a state of naturalness and purity.

via About | Flying Butterfly.


Posted on January 17, 2014

baby just…

Let me stroke your classy hair and boost you for what you are,
Let me look into your eyes and say what i wanted,

In those eyes lies a beautiful world,world which is unique,
In that world are secrets which are to be explored,
In that world are weakness and strengths which are not contended,
In that world are fantasies,fantasies where my soul desperately wants a share,

where i wish to …..

I wish to hold your hands and give you strength,
I wish to sit beside you and make you happy and cheerful ,
I wish to see the future where the two worlds are bridged,
I wish to cherish the dream that is long awaited.


Actions are what speaks the mind
Acquaintance of the will must be linked with heart
Assurance of success was nothing when perfection was everything
Are things mean the same with changing time?

A Survivor’s Story During the Season–Welcome to a new friend: The Hip Grandmother

The Hip Grandmother

About ‘The Hip Grandmother’

Ty 9-23-13Created in 2011, Tyster Gallery is a therapeutic art gallery. This spawned two blogs (the first made a year apart): Reflections of a Shaddow and The Hip Grandmother.

I am a soon-to-be grandparent to a single mother chronicling the stages of her pregnancy. After the birth, I plan to welcome viewers into our lives and share the joy of what it means to be able to be a grandparent and single woman.

Your comments and likes are always welcomed! Come join the party, it doesn’t start until I get there!

via The Hip Grandmother.

A Survivor’s Story During the Season

December 18, 2013

HeatherLily-1On a winter’s day in 2005, she gave birth to a beautiful daughter Lily Rose. Three month later, she was diagnosed with a life-altering disease called Pleural Mesothelioma. Knowing this is the beginning of a long and tiresome journey, her husband  and my friend searched to find the best treatment care for Mesothelioma available. The three finally crossed paths with a renowned mesothelioma surgeon named Dr. David Sugarbaker based in Boston at the Brigham and Women’s hospital.

As a seven-year mesothelioma cancer survivor, she has made it her mission to help other victims of mesothelioma around the world. Raising awareness for other’s that are going through this, she is sharing her personal story in hopes that one day no one will have to go through this terrible and life-altering cancer. Here is her story.

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Oh Well, It Will Have To Do.

December 7, 2013

I have never been one for decorations in any holiday. Getting presents and wrapping them as quick as I can is the only way I see things…for the last decade of my life. Fortunately this year, with the baby on the way, I am starting to find the Christmas spirit and decided to buy a Christmas tree for my living room. As I was walking into the Christmas tree section of a local popular store, I noticed they were selling fake trees at a low cost. I decided that I had better snatch this tree up because they won’t last long at this price.

I brought my ‘good buy’ home and wasn’t too sure where I wanted to set it up. I chose the corner of the living room which would (in my own opinion) would bring this house together. After I made sure of the area that I decided to set my tree, my daughter turned the television on to “Sound of Music” musical. Trying to make heads or tails of which side is which to set the tree, I hear in the

Pipe Cleaners in the corner

Pipe Cleaners in the corner

background “Do Re Mi” in the background. Let me explain to you that I do not like musicals. I am very happy with “The Nightmare Before Christmas” or any other books and movies by Henry Selick and/or Tim Burton. But I can’t believe that I have grown so soft as to like….even remotely of “Sound of Music”. Its a classic, right? But so is “The Grinch”.

As I am pulling out these pipe-cleaning look-a-like branches from a thin box, I find the directions on how to set-up a christmas tree. “Need help? Do not call the store, go to our website” was in big red letters on the little pamphlet. “Man,” I muttered under my breath. “I can’t even get instructions when (and I will) mess up this pathetic tree?” I just shrugged my shoulders and continued on trying to figure out what branch goes where, standing it up to find another connecting part. Pretty soon I was able to connect the  bottom half of the tree with the little stand that the manufacturers supplied in the cardboard box. Standing in the corner, I couldn’t help but notice the top part of the tree was rather crooked. I tried and tried to straighten it out. The bottom half of the tree was straight, maybe a connecting part to the top was off kilter? No. I discovered that the whole stem of the tree shifted to the left.. Just my luck to buy a tree at such a low price only to have a malfunction… Oh well, it will have to do.

Next comes lights! I can do this! We have new ones from last year still in the box! This will be easier to set up on this tree! I remember when I was little and my father was in charge of getting the lights up on the tree, he would stretch them across the living room to see if they all work together. It reminded me of being on a stage (which I was accustomed to because of my dance recitals) so that is what I decided to do. Although it was a little tree that I had bought, the same memories of my father were appearing in my mind while I checked every bulb connection. Finally I was able to set them on the tree in windy-fashioned from the top branch to the base. As I finish my task, I realize that I started with the wrong plug. Now in my house, I am all for feminism, equal rights and what-not, but I didn’t know that it had to do with the ‘female’ plug on top and the ‘male’ on the bottom of the tree. I needed it to plug it in the socket that was next to where I had set the tree up. After I had the pain-staking task to remove all the lights off the tree and turn the ‘little gems’ back around so they will fit accordingly. After I finished doing this, I sat down on the couch, looked at my sorry little tree and threw up my hands. Oh well, it will have to do.

Now it was time to decorate…REAL decorating! I found a string of red beads to string along the tree. It wasn’t a very gaudy color

Christmas Tree 2013 at night

Christmas Tree 2013 at night

and  I thought it would look quite nice with the surrounding ornaments that dangled back and forth. I had also found a few momento ornaments from when I was young and what my daughter made for me when she was a child. I still have to get a few things to make it ‘my own’ christmas tree. I have to also put up my daughter’s Christmas stocking and my cat Shaddow’s Christmas stocking. Can’t forget about our furry family members! :) As I look at my little Christmas tree, I think to myself “Oh well, it will have to do”.

Merry Christmas Everyone! :)

Diversity in leadership…and in coffee |Welcome to a new friend: kalie gladwin

Leading Clean

Aiming to lead with natural ingredients, no hidden additives and ethically sourced actions. Fueled by coffee.

About Leading Clean

I believe people matter, everyone leads someone, and all roads lead to coffee.

We’re leading self or others. Leading in an office, a construction site, a playground, a school, a home, a sports field, a university, a pub, a place of worship, a café.

Think of this as a café. All are welcome. It’s a place to discuss and debate, to share knowledge and build connections.

Like eating clean, leading clean is about finding ways to nourish and build health in how we lead, whatever our situation. It’s about learning together. It’s about adding value to the communities in which we live.

I’ve been playing with leading and following for 15 years; sometimes I’m pretty good at it. Sometimes I’m not. Either way I always learn useful things.

Except how to tell jokes well. I’ve never learnt how to do that.

Feel free to drop in anytime.

Cheers, Kalie

Good coffee and leading well matter to me.

I made two short blacks this morning. My husband forgot to drink his.

I’m a committed Coffee-the-experience person. When I’m drinking coffee, that’s my whole world. I don’t work and drink coffee. I don’t watch TV and drink coffee. I sit. I drink. I may converse and engage with people while experiencing my coffee, but I don’t do anything else. Forgetting to drink coffee is not an option.

I digress, and this was going to be a short post.

SO…he forgot to drink his coffee. I muttered under my breath at the injustice of another person not appreciating Coffee-the-experience and he said, ‘Keep it; I’ll make an iced coffee later.’

An Iced Coffee? With my Perfect Short Black? An Iced Coffee?

Once I stopped gaping at the absurdity of his idea and stepped off my caffeine soap box, I remembered that coffee-the-experience is different for everyone. Coffee – like leadership – is impacted by the quality of the ingredients, but how it is developed and how it is experienced varies.

I love that about leadership. I can learn to accept that about coffee.

In time.



via Diversity in leadership…and in coffee | Leading Clean.

My life as an average teen.|Welcome to a new friend: Jane Doe

Jane Doe


Bio: One thing you need to know about me is; Just because I may say stupid stuff, doesn’t mean I’m oblivious to your shit.

via About | Jane Doe.

Boys, Boys, and More Boys.

There comes a time in every teens life when they discover the magical world of boys, or girls if you flow that way. But anyway for me it’s boys. So far it sucks. Well to be perfectly honest, I have had a “serious” boyfriend before. As serious as middle school relationships go, I should say. I was the one to brake it off, but also the one to be the most heart broken. If he even was heart broken. (I hope he was.) I had a very good reason to “rip the bandage off” too. The base of a healthy relationship is trust right? Well, he didn’t trust me hanging out with other guys. And to make things worst, my best friend at the time was a guy. That worked out well. Not. I decided to go with the girl code: “Sisters before misters” or brother before….lovers?? Anyway, after that I couldn’t hang out with all my guy friends because my ex was friends with them. And I guess that’s how I started to become friends with people my own gender. Smooth move that was. So now here I am with a crush, or three… Oh my, I’m in for a wild ride ahead. The best part is, all of them are oblivious to my existence. I shouldn’t say that. Zach knows exactly who I am and not for a good reason either. My “friends” like to scream my name in front of him whenever he’s around. I feel bad for him, it must be really embarrassing. As cheesy as this sounds, all he does is smirk at me now. What’s that supposed to mean? “I know you like me and I think it’s funny.” “I’m satisfied you like me because it makes me feel important.” or my favorite, “Why do you even like me, I’m so out of your league?” What do you think he’s thinking when he puts that smirk on his face?

My Metamorphosis

Today I realized two things. One, I really want to punch John in the face. And two, I’m changing as a person. Now the question is; Am I changing for the better or worst? Let’s lay down the facts. In seventh grade I was this cute, prissy, squealer, bubbly girl who would just listen to your problems. In the beginning of eight grade I was the same as seventh grade me, but as the days went on I morphed into this stranger I didn’t even know. Well, I guess I did know her a little bit but now she’s coming out. And frankly, I don’t want her to be revealed. The real me… it’s a tuff topic. I have this side of me that hates everything and everyone around me. It’s truly horrible. I’m just this snappy bitch that’ll really tug at your heart strings, and not in that teary emotional way but in a twisted rip your heart out way. I’ve spent all my life trying to push “me” down but I guess now I’m just getting tired. How did I go from this bubbly loving girl to this cruel wicked bitch?

[Terry: as the father of two teenagers–now thankfully no longer teens–I can guarantee that this is a true voice. At least she’s AWARE that she’s gone from ” this bubbly loving girl to this cruel wicked bitch.” My only advice to parents  is to avoid killing her if atl possible and wait until she’s about thirty to speak to her again.

Maybe 40]

5 Life Lessons for Twentysomethings from Lorde’s Royals

Gen Y Girl


Today I’m thrilled to publish the following guest post written by Lisa Crocco. I’m a huge fan of Lorde, and I love how her music is something that we can all relate to. Have a great week everyone! Hope you like!


If you haven’t heard the song “Royals” from Lorde (Ella Yelich-O’Connor)- the talented, sixteen year old from New Zealand, then you must not have turned on your radio for weeks. This catchy song has been sung, hummed, covered, and jammed to on repeat enough to hit the top of Billboard Hot 100 chart. Not only is the song super catchy, but its message is also powerful.

When we break down some of the lyrics we can see how Lorde wrote a song that is actually relevant to the majority of our lives.

‘I’m not proud of my address’

Unless your postal code is 90210 chances are at one…

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365 days through the lens, is my journey through deep sorrow to happiness|Welcome to a new friend: kelzbelzphotography


This blog 365 days through the lens, is my journey through deep sorrow to happiness. My way of coping with the world is through my photography. My passion to see the world through a new way everyday. Hope you enjoy all my photos :)

via Day 63 – Blank screen. | kelzbelzphotography.

Day 66 – Breaking your kids hearts.


How do you deal with making hard decisions for your kids, where you know it’s right in the long term. But in the here and now it’s going to shatter there little hearts into a million pieces. Where you want and dream for something so badly, but no it’s not going to happen???

[Terry:  From the perspective of a couple of decades, I’m not at all sure parents are all that pivotal in what a kid becomes. Sure, if you beat them daily or drink and ignore them, they come out twisted. But if you love them, they pretty well turn out the way they were always meant to be. In the end: Don’t worry so much. Just enjoy them before they disappear.]

Day 69 – Feeling of dread.

Have you ever sat there and out of the blue felt like something bad is going to happen. Your gut and chest physically hurts. And your heart is suddenly fill of overwhelming dread?

At 1:50pm today this feeling over whelmed me. Scared me even. So much so I contacted people close to me to make sure they were ok.

The feelings getting stronger. It feels surreal. So sending positive vibes to the world.

Kelz @ kelzbelzphotography xx

[Terry: I have that feeling all the damn time. In my case, it’s just depression. I have to sit down, think about what’s really going on rather than what I’m afraid of, and then I have two options. If it’s real–go solve it. If it’s just in my head–that’s what God made anti-anxiety pills for.]

giving thanks | catching up with my year of sweat! & nancytex2013

[Terry: Please note that it is not MY year of sweat but Nancy’s year of etc. I am not sure I’ve broken a sweat all year and that’s what I’d be giving thanks for if I was in Canada.]

giving thanks

In Canada we celebrate Thanksgiving Day on the second Monday in October, thus making this the Thanksgiving weekend here in my home country. Trying to coordinate the turkey dinner ritual across two families (mine and his) and then factoring in the extended family obligations of the spouses of our siblings can sometimes be challenging.

This year, to accommodate various obligations, we will be celebrating with Mr. Enthusiasm’s family tonight, and then with my family tomorrow. And while neither of those celebration dinners are fall on the actual holiday, I’m grateful that this schedule allows me to have all day Sunday and all day Monday to get my house in order before heading out to my home in Vegas on Tuesday.

We will be flying, not getting our brains fried in the topless Red Rocket. And for this I’m also grateful.

A non-Canadian friend once asked me what Thanksgiving means in Canada. I didn’t have an immediate answer. So I did some research. The Canadian holiday celebrates the harvest and other blessings of the past year. It was declared a holiday on January 31, 1957 by the Parliament of Canada, where they proclaimed, “A Day of General Thanksgiving to Almighty God for the bountiful harvest with which Canada has been blessed – to be observed on the 2nd Monday in October.”

So, it seems our sentiment for this holiday is linked quite closely with that of our neighbours to the South.

In the spirit of taking a moment to just be thankful for all the blessings in our lives, I dedicate this post (my 100th!) to gratitude.

I am grateful for my family.

I am grateful for my health.

I am grateful for the abundance that this life has offered me. And I’m also grateful for the struggles I’m currently facing. It makes me realize just how fortunate I have been in the past.

I am grateful for my friends. And I’m grateful that the tough times have provided me the clarity to know who the close/deep/forever ones are.

I am grateful to have had the good fortune to travel many places. I am grateful that I learn so much every time I venture out of my backyard.

Whether it’s the eerie display at Stonehenge in England, the colourful wooden vessels carrying Port wine in Porto, Portugal, the majestic peaks at Zion National Park in Utah, the wonder of a lone poppy growing amid the ancient ruins in Turkey, the azure waters kissing the shore in Sicily, Italy or the architectural wonder of Santa Maria de Montserrat monastery high above Barcelona, Spain, I am richer for having experienced it.

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Real Techniques to Weather the Storm

kinda outta luck |Welcome to a new friend: Raivo Polnijs

Raivo Polnijs


Hi, I am 15 years and I created this blog to show you my style and my interesting days of my life! My motto is: Closes the door to the past, if you want a happy future!

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kinda outta luck (edit photo) “my day”

kinda outta luck



Aspie X Factor | Catching up with seventhvoice

That Good Old Aspie X Factor Strikes Again

mber 17, 2013

My family and I were watching the X-Factor the other night and one of the judges said to a contestant…..
OMG where did you come from?”…….
To which my daughter responded by face palming her head into her hand while shouting….
” She’s from China…. really…. What’s wrong with these judges? …..Are they blind?”……..
The same judge then said to another contestant….
“Where did that voice come from?”….
My daughter glared at the TV  in complete exasperation, threw her hands up in the air and said………
“From her throat…. where else would a voice come from?……. Honestly I’m not watching this show anymore until they get some intelligent judges!”……
I do so love my Asper girls literal ways……… :)
But I must admit that I will miss watching the X Factor Au  because if she won’t watch it then no one else in the house will be able to watch it either.

via That Good Old Aspie X Factor Strikes Again | seventhvoice.

[Terry: Yes, but if it wasn’t for Asperger’s, we wouldn’t have any watchable television–Broadchurch, Homeland, Elementary, BBC’s Sherlock, House, etc. ]

Chinatown, London. Benedict Cumberbatch during...

Chinatown, London. Benedict Cumberbatch during filming of Sherlock. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A little something for the whole family…minus the #grandkids| welcome to a new friend: christian

About ShortSightedYouth

I’m a 23 year old with ADHD (self-diagnosed, but all signs point to yes). Recently, I made the switch from living in conservative Pennsylvania to living in a small but vibrant town in Chile. I love a good escapade (sexcapade?!), crazy colors, learning language, and meeting people. I have a strong affinity for novelty in my life, and tend to make a jackass of myself in its pursuit.

via Christian’s Blog.

Excuse Me, Are You Richard??

May 15th, 2013.  2:30 PM. Los Andes, Chile

       I sat down in the teacher’s lounge for my usual coffee and mid-afternoon break. For some reason, the basic cable TV had been flipped on— the first time I’d seen it turned on all year. It had on a Chilean reality show known as Mundos Opuestos 2. I’d never seen any Chilean reality TV, so it seemed like a good time to watch a bit of the show. This first thing that I noticed was the strangely derivative Real World meets Survivor format— there were two teams full of 20 to early 30 somethings, living together and competing to win a physical challenge each week. The second thing I noticed was the voice of a cast member with an extremely gringo accent.  I turned to the janitor sitting next to me, “Who the hell is that? He’s a gringo, right!”

          “Yes!” He told me. “Rieeeeeechard!” He laughed to himself.  ”He’s a comedian from the US! They said he was on a show about geeks there, so they decided to bring him over to be a member of Mundos Opuestos.”


An advertisement that was draped all over Santiago. “Opposite Worlds 2…Heaven and hell have never been so close.”


A team preparing themselves for a physical challenge.



NOTE: This post is a departure in that it has nothing to do with my excursions in Chile. 


            I don’t know why…but I have a strange fascination with audacious rap lyrics. How many ways can someone describe an ass? Rappers have found thousands and thousands, and many of them quite artfully awesome! If you can appreciate over the top rap, then you have a good appreciation for language. I know it’s been over 3 years, but let’s just take a second to review some of the lyrics of Young Money’s song, “Bed Rock.” Like most Lil Wayne/Nicki Minaj/Young Money music, it’s chock full of sexual innuendo (this is actually tame by their standards):

“My room is the g-spot,

call me Mister Flintstone,

I can make your bed rock.”

 (Young Floyd)

English: Black & White photograph of Lil Wayne...

“I’m attracted to her

for her attractive ass.”

 (Lil’ Wayne)

English: Nicki Minaj live on Femme Fatale Tour...

“Okay I get it, let me think, I guess it’s my turn.

      Maybe it’s time to put this pussy on your sideburns.”

(Nicki Minaj)




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Strange Leaks from Fort Meade | Welcome to a new friend: fieldofheathers

Headquarters of the NSA at Fort Meade, Marylan...

Headquarters of the NSA at Fort Meade, Maryland. Español: Instalaciones generales de la NSA en Fort Meade, Maryland. Русский: Штаб-квартира АНБ, Форт-Мид, Мэриленд, США (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


1 universe, 9 planets, 204 countries, 809 islands, 7 seas and you stumbled upon this field…

[Terry: OK this is clearly universal synchronicity or the NSA surveillance computers are leaking… I JUST WATCHED “HEATHERS” LAST NIGHT FOR THE FIRST TIME.  And today, I find this in my email box. Coincidence? I don’t think so.]

Fields of Heather VS Field of Heather’s

the proposal

the proposal


Heathers (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

OK, so I decided I wanted to start a blog for no apparent reason except that I like to jot down my thoughts, ideas, random blurbs and et cetera et cetera. You get the picture that I basically have no idea what I’m doing or where I’m going with this thing just yet. However with a little dabbling  and inspiration, I think I just might find my niche in due time. My struggle was coming up with a somewhat cool or catchy title/name of the blog.(think of the dark comedy movie, “Heathers”) 

Labor day is right around the corner and this means September is rolling in! September to me reflects on my wedding anniversary of 9/23/2011 and when I married this really quirky, kind and unconventional kind of guy who has constantly pushed me (notice I use “push” instead of “encourage”) to find something I love to do since he has known what he’s loved since he was 16 whereas I on the other hand at age 34, am still searching.
 This blog is a representation of that big “push” into what I hope becomes a positive direction!
Photo above is the night that Mr. Pusher a.k.a. Ben proposed to me at a Jack Johnson concert  and we were lucky enough some sweet stranger got a shot from behind. 
Everyday I count my lucky stars that I said “what? oh…..well of course” that night! 
Poor guy was hoping for a simple YES but when your’re in a field of Heather’s, thats not what you get. You get a complicated version of whatever youre expecting. No less.
on that note, welcome to my field and hope you enjoy your visit(s). :)
-one of the Heather’s-

via Fields of Heather VS Field of Heather’s | fieldofheathers.

just been one of those days…


what do you do when all you’ve given is still not enough?

What do you do when you come to find your sacrifices were made in stride?

what do you do when you feel like you’re fighting a losing battle?

what do you do to keep your spirit from dying inside?


Daily Inspirational Quotes, Sayings , Words And Many More Read It Feel It Share It| Welcome to a new friend: Shehriyar.Khan

Pictures Garden

Think different , look different, and present something that is creative is in my hobby.

In this blog, i share many kind of pictures that’s why i named it as PICTURES GARDEN

In this you will find many kind of picture like Inspirational Quotes and sayings pictures, creative pictures , artistic pictures ,
wise sayings pictures, many types of wallpapers , beauty pictures, Facebook cover pictures , abstract pictures , beautiful faces pictures , natural scenes and many more etc.

via About Me | Pictures Garden.

Pictures Collection (on Flickr)

[Terry: Check the Pictures on Flickr out. They’re incredible]

Beauty With Quotes

“If you want your children to turn out well, spend twice as much time with them, and half as much money.

Beauty With Quotes

“Throughout life people will make you mad, disrespect you and treat you bad. Let God deal with the things they do, cause hate in your heart will consume you too.”




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I am just a genuine guy from sunny Scotland | Welcome to a new friend: The BEST You Project

Creating a better you through lessons learned and Shared

I am just a genuine guy from sunny Scotland who is sharing some valuable lessons he’s learned in life. Feel free to take it or leave it. I’ve found over the year that a lot of people out there need a little help or a little guidance and all I am doing is trying to reach as many people as I can to help them improve how they view their own life and the world around them. I try to share useful tips and techniques that I’ve used myself and hope that many people use these to make the most of their lives.

Everyone has their troubles and challenges in life, some more than others. A lot of the time though people dwell on their problems and negativity rather than appreciating all the good things they have and having a positive outlook. Most of my blogs are just basic tips on how to appreciate what you have, to make happier about yourself and how to set yourself up for success.


via About | The BEST You Project.

Watch Me!

August 29, 2013

When someone says you can’t achieve something, that there is something that you’ll never manage to do … there are only two words you need to say back … “Watch Me!”.


I left school at the age of 16 with no higher qualifications and by the age of 19 I was in an extremely mundane dead-end job listening to all those people who said I couldn’t do something special with my life. Listening to all those people who made out I was stupid just because they had no ambition themselves.

Then one day I decided to prove them wrong, I decided to prove to myself and to the world that I was capable of much more. I handed in my notice and decided if I wanted to make something of myself I would have to go back to college.

Every time I told friends or family I was doing it the message back was resounding “what’s the point in that”, “what a waste of time” and “you’ll never get a degree”. It was deafening … but it didn’t stop me.

Sure a few people said well done and a few believed I could achieve great things and that was supportive, my mum being one of them but the overall consensus was “you’re wasting your time”.

But I kept going and day by day, month by month my self-belief grew. My confidence in my own abilities soared … and 4 years later I proved all the doubters wrong standing proudly with my degree and a world of self-made opportunities at my door.


15 years on from the day I announced I was quitting my job I am now a business executive living in a home I only once dreamed of having with 2 beautiful kids and an amazing wife.

Moral of the story – believe in yourself or nobody else can. Don’t listen to doubters and go out there and make things happen.

This is your life, don’t let others fears and judgements hold you back … you have the key and power to do whatever you choose so make your choices wisely and make them happen.

Show the world what you’re made of!

The BEST You Project – 5 Week Summer Challenge

July 5, 2013

If you are unhappy with your weight, size or even attitude then please feel free to take part in The BEST You Project’s 5 Week Summer Challenge. Open the attached file and join in the challenge.Best_You_Project_-_5Wk_Challenge

After having developed what can only be described as the start of a beer gut I decided to kick The BEST You Project into full swing with an opening 5 Week Summer Challenge which will focus on getting fit, eating healthy and staying motivated.

I have already roped in a crowd of friends from work to take part in the challenge with me (making it public makes it easier to stick to). The challenge is to start making the Best You possible by working each day towards reaching the weight you want to be, the size you want to be, and feeling happy and confident with a spring in your step.

The core message here is taking small, simple steps to slowly make the dream become reality. One day at a time, you don’t have to run a marathon on your first run. Do what you can each day and build it up day by day.

Your food intake can be slowly reduced, your exercise gradually increased, and your positivity and focus enhanced one day at a time. View the challenge in a positive manner and I firmly believe that anything is possible. It wont happen over night but as long as you celebrate your daily successes and all progress you make you will continue to be motivated to continue.



I really like Ryan Gosling. | Welcome to a new friend : catscaffeinecake


I’m Summer. I’m a Tar Heel and a fangirl. More importantly, I’m a Christian and a singer. Obviously, I write. I’m obsessed with languages, I’m learning Italian and German, and I would probably go mental without punk rock music.

“The great religious struggle is not fought on a spectacular battleground, but within the ordinary human heart, when every morning we awake and feel the pressures of the day crowding in on us, and we must decide what sort of immortals we wish to be.” – Kathleen Norris

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Coming soon: Blog post for She Has Worth. Just waiting on the website to get back running.

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To never travel is to never live.

Places to go, things to see.

  • ACL Music Festival- Austin, Texas

  • Bonnaroo Music Festival- Manchester, Tennessee

  • Disney World- Orlando, Florida

  • Lollapalooza Music Festival- Chicago, Illinois

  • Peanut Butter and Company Sandwich Shop and Store- New York

  • A concert in Madison Square Gardens- New York, New York

  • Universal Studios and Harry Potter World- Orlando, Florida

  • Washington, DC

  • Times Square on New Year’s Eve- New York, New York

  • Los Angeles, California

  • Georgetown Cupcake- NYC, DC, & LA

  • Sydney, Australia

  • New York City

  • A cruise to the islands- Grand Cayman Islands and Cozumel, Mexico

  • London, England

  • A cruise to Alaska

  • Everywhere in Italy

  • Disneyland- Anaheim, California

  • Niagara Falls

  • Busch Gardens- Williamsburg, Virginia

  • The Olympics

  • Oktoberfest- Germany

  • To see the Northern Lights

  • Coachella- Indio, CA

  • Kanrocksas Music Festival- Kansas

  • Voodoo Fest- New Orleans, LA

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    I met awesome people. I made lifelong friends. I’ll never forget what I learned here.

    And I’m absolutely going back.


  • It’s finally New York week!!!! Five more full days, six more nights until we head to the city. Getting so excited. Asking for prayers tonight for the following: I pack the correct things, I get enough sleep this week to be FULLY ready to serve, and I’ll have a sufficient amount of caffeine in me for the next two weeks to properly survive. ❤ all of you


  • We’re two days away! I couldn’t be more excited. I made a packing list today and if I remember everything, I’ll be ready to go bright and early Saturday morning! Three cheers for Manhattan.


  • All packed and ready to go. 6:45 am wake up. 8 am departure.

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Dear Aerie,

Dear Aerie,

Recently, your ad interrupted by viewing of Pretty Little Liars. Yes, it’s a secret addiction. I guess it’s not a secret anymore.

So. There was this pretty blonde girl with flowing, perfectly wavy strands.

Also she had a pillow.

Also she was in her underwear.

I guess it’s a “cute” ad? Maybe guys would like it.

As for me, I laughed. There were just a few things wrong with your ad, and I’d like to address those right now.

  1. If I were to sit at home alone on my bed with no pants, I guarantee my hair wouldn’t look like that. Also, my abs would not be visible because, dude, dessert. I mean, duh. Also, no makeup, whaddup lazy.

  2. Do people really match their bra and undies? If I were to do that, I’d feel like I had life perfectly figured out and it’s super obvious that I don’t. I find it an accomplish just to put on a bra, let alone make it match my other underclothes. (Is underclothes an actual word? I was unaware until this moment.)

    [Yes, cats, “underclothes” is a word but only applies to women in the 15th Century and before.]

500 |Catching up with The Better Man Project


Posted on August 25, 2013

I sit here and know that there is something special and different about this day. Years ago, I started writing, exactly like I am doing here right now, with the intention of putting down my thoughts for 30 days and trying to become a better man. Each time I read my book ( this year to edit, I was reminded of that first month of confused honesty and from where I once began. I remember the anxiousness I would have, one that still exists, when I knew I was ready to write something down. Whether it was happiness, pain, confusion, or motivation…I would still sit down at my desk and put my heart on the line. I remember those days…in fact, I remember the past 499 days of writing clearly. Any post could be brought to my attention and I could tell you what was going on in my life at that time and why I wrote what I did. I don’t know if that’s normal, but that leads me into this post and what I want to talk about today.


That’s right. Normality is the most commonly traveled path to mediocrity. And for me, mediocre is precisely what I don’t want to be. I don’t want to be second place…third place…top 10. No, I want to be the best at something. And I am starting to figure out what that something is. And here’s the thing, you have to do things outside your comfort zone to even possibly start to understand what “your best” looks like. And when you get to that point, you must start reinventing yourself again, and again, and again…and do the things that other people will not do…so you can become a person and maverick like no one else has ever seen. The Better Man Project has taught me that lesson over and over emotionally, physically, and spiritually. It has taught me how much work it actually takes to improve your life. Trust me, it’s rough. Developing standards for yourself and living up to them can be exhausting at times. But those standards came deep within your heart and they are part of your internal plan on how to become a champion. You can’t ignore them.

500 days of writing. It blows my mind a bit. But it closes a very long chapter in my life and has given me the opportunity to write a completely new story off of the one that I am very proud of. I am proud of where I have been, how far I have come, and how much my life has changed for the better. It was grueling at times, but I suffered through those times and turned out on top. If you suffer the pain of sacrifice today, you will feel the warmth of victory tomorrow.

So what can you look for from me in the next 500 days. Innovation and reinvention are coming. Change is going to be present. The launching of an incredible journey. There will be an ongoing push to achieve this dream that I have. And for a good reason I am not telling you what it is. I am going to show you.

Evan Sanders

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The Adventures of a Dental Student (and yes, she has LOTS) |Welcome to a new friend: Wandeeeeee

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This blog is dedicated to random things I do beside being a full time dental student. I believe life is about joy, love, freedom, happiness and laughter. On top of that, there’s always time for beer with loves. So, would you dance with me?

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Lamai, Koh Samui

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Lamai is the second largest resort area in Koh Samui. In my opinion, Lamai has the best scenery and beach in Koh Samui. It’s a shame that I didn’t get to spend a night here. The busy town of Lamai is located at the southern part of Lamai, where the beach are good for swimming, however beach get narrower towards north. The further north you go it get more rocky and quiet.



Unexpected, Unpredictable and Unforgettable |Welcome to a new friend: Alexandra Ivan

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Coloured wigs, chocolate crepes and worldwide Adventures

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I am a 32 Year old Romanian Girl, I was working in Dubai, but now having breast cancer treatment in France and a boyfriend in Scotland – so, I’m writing about my travels, my fight against cancer and anything else interesting I can think of. Hope you enjoy 🙂

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Unexpected, Unpredictable and Unforgettable

The boss that became my unexpected friend and confidant

The boss that became my unexpected friend and confidantSince I was a child I would wrinkle my nose in distrust when I heard “I have a surprise for you”. By the very nature of a surprise they always come when you least expect them and you are caught unprepared. For me, I really didn’t enjoy this feeling of apprehension and not every surprise proved to be a pleasant one. Over the years, I tried to train myself so that nothing could surprise me anymore. I had built enough experience and faced enough weird and wonderful situations that I believed I had learned what to expect from people and life in general and there was nothing that could catch me unawares.

By doing this however, I realise now, I was setting myself up for the biggest surprise of all – LIFE. I forgot how unpredictable it can be and that no matter how much I calculated or planned down to the smallest detail, I could never predict the actions of other people.

Then, one day in February, I found myself one late Friday evening on the steps of a hospital in a country to which I had moved only 3 months before. A country with a completely different culture from my native Romania.  For me, Dubai was a place where I was a foreigner, a stranger, who had as many friends and confidants as I had fingers on one hand.

Yet, there I was, holding in my hand a result of my first biopsy, a result that to my surprise and my terror, read “cancer suspicious”.

Neither I, nor my flat-mate, Elena, one of my few close friends in Dubai who had come along with me to receive the results, had any idea where I could ask for guidance. So, in tears and in a moment of panic, I grabbed the phone and I called my director Jerome, the only man that I could think of that could help me with some advice. He was literally the only person I knew in the whole country who had more experience of the place than me. I never expected for a moment that after this conversation, this man was going to be by my side all the way through the rest of my diagnosis.

In the hardest time of my life, when I didn’t have my family or friends, the people I trusted and held close to my soul, it turned out that he, a man I had only worked with for 3 months, was the person who supported me. Jerome gave me courage and strength when I felt helpless and terrified. He simply would not let me forget that I am a strong woman and a fighter and he offered me a shoulder to cry on when I just couldn’t hold back tears anymore. In the morning, after the results of the 2nd biopsy to confirm the suspicions were finalised, my doctor told me the diagnosis. Cancer was confirmed.

I felt like the world was crumbling around me. I was 32, healthy, didn’t smoke or drink, went to the gym 5-6 times a week, ate good organic foods – was this really me they were talking about? How could this be me? I was completely lost! But there was Jerome, he was holding my hand and wiping tears from my cheeks. He was my boss, we had nothing other than a business relationship, we did not go out together partying after work, we just worked with each other and he was absolutely the last person I would have thought to be there for me at a time like this.

Unexpected, unpredictable and unforgettable are the only words that come to mind when I recall that moment.

Jerome (though his modesty will hate that I write this) is a tall, handsome, dark haired and blue eyed Frenchman, with a penchant for good suits and silk ties. I never told him, but the (female) Hospital staff were often joking, asking could I always bring him with me as they like mornings when they can see a “beautiful man with a sexy French accent”. I always laughed, to me, he was my boss! Even when he helped me out and stuck by me, he was just “Jerome”. It always made me smile to see the staff at the hospital giggling like schoolgirls because of him.

I met wonderful people in this hospital, being one of the few in Dubai that had a breast cancer specialist. I was lucky to meet my doctor, Dr Sama, a lovely Arabic woman with whom I had a connection that I never thought possible between a doctor and a patient.

She helped me every step of the way, closely following the procedure to diagnose me, while trying to apply as many discounts as possible. My health insurance had by this point, refused to cover any cancer treatments and further diagnostics, as a result I was paying for each procedure (and still am). Every day she was trying to find options for my treatment and surgery because at that time I had no way to afford the treatment I needed.

Above all of this, she gave me warmth and hope. I found in her more than just a great doctor, I found incredible support. She was already the mother of 2 kids of her own, yet she hugged me and kissed me like I was her own child every time she saw I was struggling to cope. This woman, who I met as a patient 2 months before, was in tears when I told her I would be going to France because I had managed to find an affordable option there for my treatment. She cried tears of joy that I had found a way to treat the cancer, but surprisingly also of sadness because she couldn’t do more for me and felt helpless.

Unexpected, unpredictable and unforgettable are the words that come again into my mind when I think of this woman who played such an important a role in my life. I hope she knows just how much she truly DID help me.

I was lucky and surprised in the last 6 months, since the marathon of hospitals and treatments started, to meet incredible people, people who were strangers to me but that helped me and supported me emotionally, physically and financially. Strangers and friends alike gave me strength and courage, made ​​me smile and kept me positive. People who were already close friends, relatives, colleagues, people I had met only occasionally and people who didn’t know me at all, who hadn’t seen me or ever had spoken to me…all of these types of people were with me all the way.

Sadly, there is an ugly reverse side to this coin. The unpredictable surprised me when some of my close friends, people I felt were very close to my heart, or even considered as family to me, chose to turn their heads, forget the times that we had together and stay away. I was shocked and hurt by this, but the comfort I took was that, for each “friend” who decided not to help, there was a stranger waiting to show support.

I guess I learned that life is completely unpredictable, that you can make your calculations and “expect the unexpected” but you will never know, or have control over, how the fates conspire and can change from day to day. I learned that life’s surprises are even more intense when you believe, as I did, that there is nothing that can surprise you.

In the words of Gabriel Garcia Marquez:

There will always be people who will hurt you, so you need to keep your confidence and be more careful in whom you trust the second time”

This is true, but the part that Marquez forgets to mention, is that there will always be people who will make your soul happy, give you hope and will make you smile when you feel like giving up. Even if you never knew them beforehand, or would have ever in your wildest dreams, expected them to step up! :)

Hair: I have now more than I ever had!

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People say you lose your hair when you have chemo, which is true, it does fall out, but I’m now the proud owner of 4 different wigs, so I definitely have more hair now than when I started. There are a couple of ways you can handle this situation: you can choose to see the bright side and move forward smiling; or you can let it drag you down and create an uncomfortable and depressive frame of mind. Going through chemotherapy has plenty of challenges without adding extra stress, so I tried very hard to take the hair loss in my stride.

For women, hair will always be a very important and sensitive subject. Often, women’s hair is a representation of our style and our image. It’s a huge part of our self-confidence and its linked heavily to our ability to feel good about ourselves when we go out with friends, or our partners or to events like weddings and special celebrations. Every time we feel like we need a change, to feel beautiful or sexy we try a new color, a new haircut or evena radical new hairstyle. If we feel that we need a treat or simply the need to disconnect from everyday life, we can go to a beauty salon. We spend hours of time and huge amounts of money to style and maintain our hair, keeping it looking great at all times. I was definitely in the category of women who loved to go to beauty salons as often as possible, spending a few hours each time seeking to change something in my look. Having long, thick, dark and very curly hair it was easy for me to be creative with it and I always enjoyed the ability to change my look and surprise my friends. I loved my hair and I never asked myself what I would do if one day I would no longer have it. That was,until the day I was told that I would lose my hair in the first 2 weeks of treatment. To my surprise I received this news unexpectedly well, my first thought was, “so what? Hair grows back, could you just get rid of the cancer please?” I would often say to friends and my doctors that losing my hair was the very least of my problems.


As soon as I left the doctor’s office I told my boyfriend, Gordon, who accompanied me, we were going to find a hairdresser to cut it short, as a first step. I chose what, for me, would normally be a very weird haircut. Straight, short and choppy at the back getting a bit longer at the front falling down to around my chin. I knew would last only two weeks, so if I hated it, there was no big problem, but to both our surprise it suited me incredibly well. I found this very funny because I would never have had the courage to go for a look so drastically different under normal circumstances. I didn’t hesitate for a moment, I sat in the chair and I told the hairdresser what I was looking for. She looked shocked and she insisted on asking me if I am 100% sure I want something so short, as it will be a radical change.

My transition haircut proved to be a very good idea which first helped me to get used to the idea of ​​losing my hair and second reduced the visual impact when it actually started to happen. Although I was feeling comfortable mentally and didn’t feel like I had any issues accepting the idea of not having my hair for a while, when I found myself in the situation of running my hand through my own hair and seeing far too many strands between my fingers, I started to feel much less brave. It took me two days to be able to say out loud “I’m losing my hair”. Gordon confessed he had already noticed from the start, but he said nothing and let me bring up the subject when I felt comfortable doing it. He didn’t point it out to me because he knew I was already aware, but that I was just struggling a little to admit it to myself. He gave me courage and reminded me that beauty does not depend on how long or short my hair is. He told me I was beautiful regardless. I didn’t want to just wait and see it all fall out naturally so I asked him to help me cut it all right down to a number 1 crop. It wasn’t an easy thing to do for either of us. Obviously cutting off all your girlfriend’s hair is not an everyday thing to do and at the same time I was thinking nervously about how I’ll look with a bald head. As tough as this moment sounds, I still keep a special memory of that day, the first lock of my hair that Gordon cut. He knotted it and sealed it with a gold wax stamp on a piece of letter paper, on which he had written some beautiful words to remind me how strong and beautiful I am. I still find it incredible how he managed to turn what should have been quite a painful memory, into a special one that I actually smile when I think of. He said the letter with the lock of hair is to remind me how brave I had been and how it will grow back in time once I’ve done what I need to do.

All patients with whom I spoke in the clinic told me how hard it was to lose their hair, some even said that this news had upset them even more than the diagnosis itself. They were trying to prepare me for the nightmare moment when it would happen and I would be distraught and horrified.They are always surprised when I tell them how I faced it head on and that I’m now wearing a wig. Yes, I’m wearing a wig, a half natural hair, half artificial one which boasts a very similar hair style to the one I used to have when I got my curly hair straightened, even the color is similar. It looks so natural that it’s very hard to notice that it is “fake hair” (as I like to call it). To my amusement I was really surprised to be told, and not only on one occasion, that I have a very beautiful hair. It always made me smile saying thank you, thinking to myself, yes I do, but it isn’t mine!

In France, people undergoing chemotherapy treatment have the cost of the wig reimbursed by health insurance, as a result, they are very expensive to buy. My “normal”, every day wig I found in a small shop in Paris, where my friend Linda took me. Linda’s mum had breast cancer 5 years ago and she has been a great source of honest advice all the way through my treatment. It was a store with incredibly affordable prices,  good quality and a wide variety of styles. We enjoyed strict privacy during the testing, having a very comfortable room to ourselves. We studied, without being disturbed, all the catalogs and I tried at least 10 styles, lengths and colours (sorry, I promise, I am not advertising for them!!!). I must admit that as soon as I walked into that room, as welcoming as they had tried to make it, I felt my stomach empty. I stared at Linda and I said “I did not expect to feel this strange”. She didn’t let me fall into this trap and started to distract me by recommending wild shades of red. We started to laugh and joke, playing with the different models we were shown. Besides the wig I also picked a purple headscarf, which reminded me of the beautiful scarfs worn by the Arabic women in Dubai, and a strengthening gel for eyelashes which proved to be a very good suggestion from Linda. At least, my eyelashes haven’t fallen out so, it must have been. After a few hours in the shop, we lost ourselves in a walk through the streets of Paris, continuing to laugh and telling stories. By now I had totally forgotten about that first feeling I had in the room and was just immersed in the enjoyable company of an amazing friend who always helps remind me what a strong woman I am.


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