Hug and Make-up

Life is full of all types of individuals. Aggressive, passive, shy, outgoing. We are all different yet the same in the area of emotion. Feelings have a tendency to creep up on us in our relationships with others. Sometimes we feel hurt or offended easily, other times it simply rolls off our backs. The closer the relationship with that individual the deeper emotions run. Although it is the care of repairing emotional injury that is most difficult to accomplish.
In the elementary school level, hurt feelings lead children in two different directions. One the hurt one would cry, and tell the teacher. The other more aggressive child could strike out, or throw something at the other. In more pleasing situations, they would remove themselves from one another while time passed and the issue now forgotten was resolved on it's own accord.
The teacher in the midst of emotional chaos would often ask the children to use their words, express why they felt hurt, and encourage a hug and make-up senario. So what is the best method in such emotional chaos?
I as a young child would cry, and tell the teacher, therefore the teacher would call for a hug and make-up affair that ended and resurfaced conflict within minutes. As an over-weight child I soon learned that this created a lack of respect from the other child towards me and progressively got worse.
Soon I was in junior high, the above often made the situation worse, respect loss from my peers led to more cruel and hurtful situations. I was bigger than most of the other kids so I took it upon myself to rally with the weak and bully the strong. Demand respect. That I did, and my social circle was limited to protecting the weak, and disliking all others. There comes a point when a bully can only demand respect from others so long. A fight erupted and my bloodied nose was there for all to see. Respect was now all but dispersed like morning fog.
I quit school for a year in grade 10, working many jobs, living on my own. I found it odd how that changed me and those around me. I was given respect on a different level, but I also learned how to respect all those around me in return. The realization that having none but yourself to rely on, for money, food , clothing and shelter, makes the insecurities of yourself and others petty, and unnecessary. Working for three different bosses at a young age taught me that problems need to be dealt with at the time. A problem brushed under the carpet can soon grow to an unmanageable size.
The following year I went back to school in the metric program. I had somehow built a strong amount of respect for myself and those around me. And that respect was returned beyond all my expectations. Even the teachers whom in the past has suspended me numerous times, were encouraging and supportive.
I graduated, proud, and around many friends regardless of their background. Though today at 30, is it harder to hug and make-up. Can problems be resolved through expression or otherwise. That was then, this is now, and where do I go from here?

Crystal's Original Quote For The Day

Beauty is natural like cotton.
Beauty with effort is artificial like polyester.

The Lucky Painter

Been painting, yes, spring is in the air, time for change.
So being somewhat of a risk-taker I took up the project last week while the husband was out of town. Painting with two small children is a challenge but I thrive on adventure.

Color? Lets go bold I thought, with texture. Failing to realize that glaze and color can conflict when applied by an over confident amateur painter.

The color when husband came home, after three difficult attempts to soften - Barbie pink, so a friend stated upon entering my home.

So all this week, I have attempted to go to town to find a better color than my Barbie pink dining room. But I will not drive in snowy weather. Monday, bad weather. Tuesday, not too bad, drove halfway when blizzard set in and I turned around to come home empty handed.

Wednesday, fridge died, babysat, and had the folks out for a visit. Thursday, preschool meeting, snow again and husband coming home.

Frustrated with a week gone and still no new paint to cover the Barbie wall. The wall that I so created and so dislike.

Friday evening, invited to a Home Interiors' party. Never been to this ladies house before. Open the door. "Oh I love that Terra Cotta color on your wall," I say to her. "I am so sad this week as I have to live with my mistake of Barbie Pink due to my stupidity, and fear of driving in bad weather."

Lady goes to basement, returns with a new can of Terra Cotta paint just for me. "Here," she says, "I bought way too much for my little house so you can have a can as a gift." I smile, and Thank her. Leaving, I think what a lucky painter I am.
As today it is snowing.

For those who ruffled my aura today.

Poop, on you.

The Power of Suggestion

The power of ones mind is greater than we think. We could help ourselves more if we had more trust and faith in our abilities. An interesting example to our power is in that of Hypnosis. We often hear of people going to Hypnotists, but rarely about those who do self hypnosis.
Why is it that mankind trust others in all areas of their lives more than themselves. We seek constant advice from professionals, but do we ever sit in our own easy chair and listen to our soul direction for help?
Hypnosis is an interesting subject, it success in based on the trust levels we give others. Not only do you have to trust the hypnotist, but you have to follow him/her. Easy, as we are all followers or are we? This is the reason we are limited in the development of own subconscious mind and it's hidden power.
The power of suggestion is a simple concept, the ability to trust ourselves and direct our own subconscious. Talk to your self more, visualize and believe in your self as you are your own Wayne Lee. You will surprise your self if you take the lead in your own power.

Shoes and Fighting Crime

My mother tried to raise me to be conscious of my foot wear. As what you wear on your feet tells alot about what kind of person you are she would say. Therefore she would often check to see if my shoes where appropriate before I stepped out the door. Sorry to say, still to this day shoes have not been a big concern for me. I believe in comfort and warmth not style, shape or other wise. I have running shoes, winter boots and sandal's all of which are old and worn.
My mother was correct is that statement though. As with palm reading I learned that shoes do indeed speak of the individual personality and over the years I have also come to the understanding that your ability to be a good criminal witness is based alot on your shoe ethics.
To be good witness to a crime you need to be a detailed observer, thus the attention you give to your foot wear speaks volumes in your observant behavior.
Running shoes are a common form of foot wear. Comfortable, easy to put on, and an ability to move quickly, are all a part of their purpose. The older and more worn; the more comfortable. Though the running-shoe person is not a good crime witness, as these individuals are often to busy with other things to pick out the finer details of an individual's clothing, hair color, or height for the police line-up. Though they may be more in tune to the mood of the suspect if they seen him before or after the crime took place. Was he grumpy looking, serious face, or fearful? Running-shoe folks tune into emotional expression with little concern for physical details.
The polished Oxford, or leather shoe are shoes for the business or professional individual - clean crisp and comfortable. They are strong long lasting quality shoes. These are the people that pay attention to details but are limited in observation of those around them. The task at hand shall be dealt with, no time for people-watching. They will notice manner in the suspect, and gestures, more so than physical details. Did the suspect move quickly, was he heavy footed, did he drive a car, or walk?
The detailed shoe folk, wear shoes that match or accent their appearance.
A sleek boot for jeans, a flat heel for shorts, a strong wedge for style. This shoe person, has lots of shoes, wears different shoes, and looks at other peoples shoes. This is a great witness for physical descriptions. They love style and color, and they check out what others are wearing. They can remember color shades, height and physical details.

So the next time you witness a crime, or need a good witness, look for the shoe clues in the area......They can help point out suspects in a police line up.

Believe it or not..... And what shoes do you wear?

Temporary Breakdown

Just a little note to let you know I am unable to post for the time being due to a computer breakdown. My computer is now repaired but I am unable to pick it up for a day or two. But I am around. I am thinking about you and I hope to be up and running again very soon.

So hang your hat on a hanger, find a chair in the vestibule, and don’t wander too far off cause I will be blogging again very soon and if you stop by I don't want to miss your visit.

A little about me when I'm not around here.

I share my time like you all do. A family to take care of, a community to be involved with, a husband to pamper, and a house that needs a whole lot of work. So since I'm behind on thoughts, how about a little about me?

I live in a small town in Alberta, 1200 people small and that is when they are all at home. My street in the only unpaved street in town. Why is that the case? I still have no idea, but it keeps the traffic down. My kitchen is painted, the rest is waiting, my baseboards are still not all replaced.

Husband works out of town. He is a man of pipe, so to speak. I have two small children whom I adore, my youngest a little guy with great ambition. The eldest my daughter, a thinker of the world, my best advice often comes from her four-year-old mouth. I take her to Sparks, skating, and preschool, while little guy comes along for the ride.

I am not married yet, but have been with the man for seven years. Will we get married? Depends on what breaks down first, my stove or the hot water tank. I have an active social circle, that sometimes I wish was not so active. I get colds and depressed from time to time, but find strength in others around me.

I kept a diary from the time I was 10 until I met my mate ...hum..... life seemed more interesting before him. I have worked a variety of jobs, transportation, hotel and food industry. Retail, moving companies, grocery industry, education, to name a few. Never been fired, but I lose interest quickly and moved around alot in my youth. Today I am a stay-at-home mom.

I palm read as a hobby and have been doing so since my early teens. The truth behind palm reading lies in having kept a diary. As you truly have links to your future from the words written in your past. I believe in the extreme power of one's mind and the natural universe, but I also believe in God. Yes, you can have harmony in both.

I hate potatoe chips, and french fries, but I love nachos and dry ribs. With sour cream and plum sauce of course. I took mechanics in highschool, but don't fix cars. Although I do know the hum of a bad transmission. I am now tired so I shall go to bed. Enough about me, my pet peeves. I'll be getting up early so...
Good night folks.