Archive for February, 2009

Nice guys don’t finish last

Wednesday, February 25th, 2009

Were pirates “nice guys”? Who knows? Some of them may have been nice guys who made a bad career choice. I do know this – that nice guys finish last is a saying that should be made to walk the plank and disappear out of the ocean or stream of our consciousness. Negative sayings like [...]

Twitter – Thanks for the new friends

Tuesday, February 24th, 2009

 I am in love with Twitter, I admit it.  It was one of those loves that sneak up on you.  You know how when you first met someone you fell in love with you were like – not impressed.  But, then, they did things that made you like them more and more until before you [...]

Get with the program

Tuesday, February 17th, 2009

 I had a visit from my dad last night.  The weird thing about that is  - he passed away eight years ago this month.  So, our visits now are confined to those mysterious occurrences that we call Dreams.    There he was in my dream, handsome and tall and I even heard that familiar deep [...]

Money, money, money

Monday, February 16th, 2009

       Money and I have had an on/off relationship for years now.  There have been times when my bank account was a welcome home for it and other times when, well, the money I had didn’t want to invite any more friends to the party. Why? I’ve gone over and over this.  Why [...]

You need protection from negative thoughts

Monday, February 9th, 2009

Sometimes you just gotta have protection. I mean for this post to be as blunt as I can be, so I chose condoms as a visual. You need protection from negative thoughts.  Why? Because negative thoughts, thoughts of why you can’t do things, why you’re not good enough – don’t drive your life forward they [...]

Pulling back the curtain

Saturday, February 7th, 2009

      Why should you trust what I say about motivation, inspiration, Law of Attraction?  I agree that you shouldn’t trust me unless I share why I’m qualified to talk about this stuff.   That’s why I’m pulling back the curtain.  Come back with me to when I was 16 years old.   Remember [...]