Archive for September, 2011

Guest blog by Daily Om…affirmations!

Days of Affirmation
Sending Love Ahead to Your Day

Send love to your day ahead and remember to stop and catch the miracles.

Upon waking, many people consider the coming day with trepidation. Because of the natural human tendency to focus on what we fear or dislike, it is easy to unwittingly send a message of unease into the future that negatively impacts the quality of your day. However, while our lives are busy and frequently replete with challenges, they are also rich with joy and experiences worth savoring. We can attract this natural bliss into our lives by starting each day with a message of love. When you send love ahead to your day, that love will manifest itself in your interpersonal interactions, your professional endeavors, and your domestic duties. Tasks and circumstances once made trying by your own anxiety are transformed by your love, and you will find yourself approaching life’s subtle nuances with great affection.

Each morning, when you have cast off the fog of sleep, take several deep, grounding breaths and reaffirm the love you have for yourself. Speaking a loving, self-directed blessing aloud enables you to access and awaken the reservoir of tenderness in your soul. Before you leave the comfortable warmth of your bed, be sure to tell the universe that you are eager and ready to receive the blessings it has set aside for you. Then as you prepare to meet the day, visualize yourself first saturated by and then surrounded with a warm and soft loving light. Gradually widen the circle of this light until you are able to send it ahead into your future. If you are commuting to work, send love to the roads upon which you will drive, your fellow commuters, and your parking space. If you have colleagues who arrive at your workplace before you, send them love. Likewise, a day spent being a parent or addressing household chores can benefit from the sentiment that precedes you. Sending love ahea! d to everyone you will meet and everything you will do can ensure that your day is suffused with grace.

If you have difficulty sending love to those situations and individuals you deem particularly frustrating, consider that the warmth and tenderness you project can change your life for the better. Each morning, in sending this love, you will exercise your power to control the ambiance of your existence and to color your day with positivity.

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Are you ready for your closeup?

When one writes memoir you get to really examine your life.  You can’t write your memoir from a far off point of view, but I think it is important to get as close as possible to what it is that makes you uniquely you.  Why do you have that twinkle in your eyes?  What is it that can make you laugh so hard you cry?  Or what can make you sad to the point of weeping?  What causes you to listen?  Sometimes when we get close to ourselves it is scary.  It is not easy to examine all of our decisions that we have made.  Examination is one of the important aspects of our memoir writing.  It is important to feel safe as you explore.  Take out those pictures and look at them with new eyes.  What is it that you may not have noticed before? 

Go ahead, take out those pictures and unlock those memories.  Write what it is that makes you unique.  What would you like others to remember or know about you?

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Connect with your inner Birba!

Last Friday my friend Barb and I had dinner in downtown Palm Springs at a great restaurant called Birba.  When I asked the waitress what Birba meant she told me that it means rascal or a mischievious person in Italian.  I guess I have been a Birba all my life and have never realized it!  Even in my earliest memories I have always been a rascal.  I can remember cutting off my brother’s fringes off his cowboy coat and hiding them under my bed.  Then when I was in high school I can remember the teacher (at my christian school) telling us we could pick our own spanish name…I of course wanted to be called “Margarita”.  I don’t think she liked that and I know she really didn’t like it when she asked us on the first day of class who could speak spanish and I calmly raised my hand and began to spout out: “taco, burrito, enchilada…”  Actually the only real thing I learned in spanish class that I can recall to this day is “Cayete suboco ahora mismo”.  I am sure I am not spelling it correctly but it translates to shut your mouth right now.  That was all I can remember her telling me each day!  Then there was the time in elementary school that I tried to pass off that I broke my arm.  I guess the toilet paper cast didn’t look too authentic as the teacher made me go visit the principal.  Oh, and how can I forget my “braces” I put on my teeth from the foil and paper

I love my friends!

clip.  And of course who can forget the game I invented called Fig on a Stick.  (buy my book to see what a fun game that turned out to be!!)  Moving on to college, not just any college, but a bible college no less this birba was up to her crazy antics.  In my speech class we had a to give a persuasive speech.  Most of the other students were young men going into the ministry and they waxed eloquently about persuading the audience on the perils of sin or of persuading us of the bible as the word of God.  I got up when it was my turn and began with this: “Plain or Peanut, the choice is yours.”  I thought it was great as I spoke on the choice of plain or peanute m and m’s.  I don’t think the professor appreciated my speech very much.  Even now at the ripe age of 46 I am still having so much fun. 

Do you have an inner Birba that you need to release?  Explore today about how to have more fun in your day.  I posted the other day on FB that it should be against the law to have as much fun as I do.  I want to always be a Birba…how about you?

convincing wendy to become a packers fan!

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Go for it!!

If you are like me, if you think about something too much you may talk yourself out of it…I try to live my life much like this little dog pictured.  Leap first and look later…

I think about some of the fun times I may have missed out on if I would have thought about the “consequences” before pressing forward!

Some of you when it comes to writing about your life are a little hesitant…leap!  don’t think!  Stop the chatter and start recording your life story. 

What is holding you back?  Learning about yourself and recording your life story is one of the best things you could ever do in this world…I promise you will love it.

If you need help let me know and I will hold your hand every step of the way with you…

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Mondays with Melitas – September 26, 2011

I bet she was a cute kid!


Be sure to read this rascals shirt...


I was always very independent. Before I was old enough to go off to school, I would travel the neighborhood all by myself. I would start my wanderings by stopping in to visit with Mr. and Mrs. Fridd where we would talk at great length. I loved chatting with older folks, and come to think of it, I have no idea how old they were. They had a grown daughter, Jennie — maybe high school or junior college age — who would take off the minute I arrived. So I had them to myself yakking away until I got bored and left. ( No telling how bored they were with me.)

If I felt like getting away from home a little farther, I would go up about a block- and-a half to the corner of Union and Pomona where I would stop in to see Mr. Hemus who was ‘most always in his garage. Now this man was a marvel. He tinkered around in that garage, and out came hand- tooled, custom baseball and softball gloves. He made them for several of the Big League players, especially Arky Vaughan who had been born in Arkansas, and then lived in Fullerton where all this story is taking place. Later, Mr. Hemus would make my softball catcher’s mitt. I guess he enjoyed our little tete-a-tetes because he made several beautiful gloves for me during my career with World Champion softball teams. (That story — if I ever get started with it — could be a book in itself.)

Now the house next to the Fridd’s, the third one, was also on my “hit” list if I was in the mood. I can’t even remember their names. This visit was completely different from all my others. I like to talk. I would go marching up to the front door, ring the bell, the lady would come to the door, open it for me to come in — or sometimes I would just ring the bell, open the door and let myself in. No words were spoken. I would go directly to the kitchen, and to a certain lower cupboard. It was the second one on the right. Their kitchen, and in fact, the entire home was just like ours. I would sit down on the floor, and start going through all the pots and pans, trying them on my head till I found the one that fit. I already knew which one fit, but it was so much fun trying them ALL on. This was serious business. After I had my pot hat perched on my head at a very rakish angle, I would then walk back out the front door, sit down on the cement steps, elbows on my knees, chin cupped in my hands (see, I already was aware about taking good care of that head with the brain in it, even with a few concussions along the way.) There I sat to watch the world go by on No. Pomona Ave. The view from this particular home did not offer too much. Directly across the street was Fullerton Union High School. It was like looking at a big blank wall — I don’t remember if there were even any windows to get my attention. Hardly any cars went by.

You have to remember this was early 1920’s, maybe 1922 or 1923, so I couldn’t even play my game of identifying the make of each auto that passed by. Now our home was 3 doors away, second from corner of Chapman Ave. — we had an expansive view of the huge lawn and landscaping in front of the school. (Perhaps I should’ve stayed home if I wanted the view, but then maybe little sis Viv might start bugging me) And just remember: I was in my “independent” era. It was more fun for me to bug the neighbors.

When I had had enough of that scenario with the pot hat, I would get up, enter the house — not even knocking this time — head for the kitchen, return the pot to its rightful resting place, and then flee the scene out the front door, looking for greener pastures.

Still no use of vocal chords on either side.

I guess they never minded too much.

They never came down to tell my Mom to “Keep that kid at home!”





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