What do you listen to most?
Tonight a friend told me about a really negative experience she'd had with someone we both know...someone I'd never thought much of, didn't like, and from whom had gotten an uncomfortable vibe. (I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!!!) And it reminded me how my "gut" has always been spot-on about people and situations, when my head and heart haven't been.
When I focus on what my head says, I talk myself in and out of things easily. Or maybe I'll see a tree, make it a forest, walk in, and get lost!
When I listen to my heart, I can be impulsive and unrestrained in ways that eventually cause me pain. Which can be fun sometimes, too ;).
But when I "trust my gut," life just seems to go better for me. It's like the gut balances out the head and heart, and adds a dimension of stability to the equation.
Do you listen to your head, heart, or gut more? Or in what combination? (How) does that change with circumstance or situation? Do you wish you listened better to one or another?
Once upon a time,
in a land far, far away,
a beautiful, independent, self-assured Princess happened upon a frog as she sat, contemplating
ecological issues on the shore of an unpolluted pond in a verdant meadow near her castle.
The frog hopped into the Princess' lap and said:
"Elegant Lady, I was once a handsome Prince, until an evil witch cast a spell upon me.
One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back in the dapper, young prince that I am.
And then, my sweet, we can marry and setup housekeeping in yon castle with my mother, where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so."
as the princess dined sumptously on a repast of lightly sauteed froglegs seasoned in a white wine and onion cream sauce,
she chuckled to herself and thought: "I don't f***ing think so...."
You know how you can click on the underlined word "more..." at the end of a long post to get the rest of the post? And how sometimes the word "more..." isn't underlined, so you can't click on it to see the rest of the post?
I think I found a loophole:
Highlight the word "more..." by left-clicking your mouse and dragging it over the word, then left-click again. I've tried it on a couple posts and it has worked on both!
A simple test...only you will see the answers:
1. Do you lose time from work due to blogging?
2. Is blogging making your home life unhappy?
3. Do you blog because you are shy with other people?
4. Is blogging affecting your reputation?
5. Have you ever felt remorse after blogging?
6. Have you gotten into financial difficulties as a result of blogging?
7. Do you turn to lower companions and an inferior environment when blogging?
8. Does your blogging make you careless of your family's welfare?
9. Has your ambition decreased since blogging?
10. Do you crave a blog at a definite time daily?
11. Do you want a blog the next morning?
12. Does blogging cause you to have difficulty in sleeping?
13. Has your efficiency decreased since blogging?
14. Is blogging jeopardizing your job or business?
15. Do you blog to escape from worries or trouble?
16. Do you blog alone?
17. Have you ever had a complete loss of memory as a result of blogging?
18. Has your physician ever treated you for blogging?
19. Do you blog to build up your self-confidence?
20. Have you ever been to a hospital or institution on account of blogging?
If you have answered YES to any one of the questions, there is a definite warning that you may be a blogaholic.
If you have answered YES to any two, the chances are that you are an blogaholic.
If you have answered YES to three or more, you are definitely a blogaholic.
How many questions did YOU answer YES too?
I can't remember the original source for sure--maybe the Washington Post? They usually have good ones--
INTERNATIONAL PUN CONTEST
A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named "Ahmal." The other goes to a family in Spain; they name him "Juan." Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds, "They're twins! If you've seen Juan, you've seen Ahmal."
These friars were behind on their belfry payments, so they opened up a small florist shop to raise funds. Since everyone liked to buy flowers from the men of God, a rival florist across town thought the competition was unfair. He asked the good fathers to close down, but they would not. He went back and begged the friars to close. They ignored him. So, the rival florist hired Hugh MacTaggart, the roughest and most vicious thug in town to "persuade" them to close. Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their store, saying he'd be back if they didn't close up shop. Terrified, they did so, thereby proving that only Hugh can prevent florist friars.
Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him ...(Oh, man)..... A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
My mom was diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer last fall and completed several courses of chemo. Despite treatment, the cancer has continued to spread. The newest spots on her liver are growing at a rapid rate. She also has spots on her lymph nodes and pelvic bones, but those are not as worrisome at this point.
Any information--good or bad!-- about experimental or alternative treatments, drugs, specialists, facilities, etc. would be greatly appreciated. There's so much out there to sort through! And it looks like we're getting pretty close to grasping-at-straws time.
Thanks in advance.
A man walks into a bar with a paper bag. He sits down and places the bag on the counter. The bartender walks up and asks what's in the bag.
The man reaches into the bag and pulls out a little man, about one foot high and sets him on the counter. He reaches back into the bag and pulls out a small piano, setting it on the counter as well. He reaches into the bag once again and pulls out a tiny piano bench, which he places in front of the piano.
The little man sits down at the piano and starts playing a beautiful piece by Mozart!
"Where on earth did you get that?" says the bartender.
The man responds by reaching into the paper bag. This time he pulls out a magic lamp. He hands it to the bartender and says: "Here. Rub it."
So the bartender rubs the lamp, and suddenly there's a gust of smoke and a beautiful genie is standing before him.
"I will grant you one wish. Just one wish - each person is only allowed one!"
The bartender gets real excited. Without hesitating he says, "I want a million bucks!"
A few moments later, a duck walks into the bar. It is soon followed by another duck, then another. Pretty soon, the entire bar is filled with ducks...and they keep coming!
The bartender turns to the man and says, "Y'know, I think your genie's a little deaf. I asked for a million bucks, not a million ducks."
"Tell me about it!" says the man, "Do you really think I asked for a 12 inch pianist?
Keep laughing, everyone!
Man driving down road.
Woman driving up same road.
They pass each other.
Woman yells out the window, "PIG!!!"
Man yells out window, "B*TCH!!!"
Man rounds next curve.
Crashes into a huge PIG in middle of road and dies.
(If only they listened...!)
Would you rather be taken advantage of emotionally or financially?
Everyone is protective of something at times, it's human nature. On this site...their hearts, their wallets, even their identities, such that people don't post pictures on their profiles for fear of something bad happening if they do.
We're encouraged to not disclose contact info until we are sure it will be okay.
We're told to be skeptical. We blog about suspicious people and behavior.
What *exactly* are you most afraid of?
And what's worse--having your heart broken, or losing assets you may have worked a lifetime to build?
Many years ago my mom got a food processor as a gift. Creative Chef that she was at that time, she opted to try the thing out while making a new recipe for weiner soup.
Much to her dismay, well into her project she realized that she had used the wrong attachment...and had pureed the weiners instead of neatly slicing them!
I will never forget her standing by the stove with a sheepish, puzzled look on her face, scraping the pink nightmarish goop from the plastic pitcher into a pot of broth on the stove. And the "ploouck, ploouck" sound it made as it hit.
Will you eat my pureed weiner soup if I make it for you?
Or did you think this blog would be about something else?
When was your last one?
The other day I called in to a radio contest to answer the question "Half a million of these get stolen every year--what are they?"
My immediate answer--which I Absolutely Knew Was Correct-- was "babies." When the DJ responded "WHAT?!?" in a horrified tone, I started to chuckle.
So I repeated "Babies." Having recently seen March of the Penguins for the 2nd time (I was home, sick, and Disney is a great channel to keep on during those times!), I continued, "Didn't you see that penguins movie with Morgan Freeman, where the mommy penguins got so distraught when their babies died that they tried to steal another mommy's babies, but the herd wouldn't let them...?"
By then I was chuckling loudly.
So the DJ goes "So, you're not even talking about Human Babies?"
That's where I lost it. I started laughing at my stupidity, and how silly it was to think someone might actually keep count of how many penguin babies annually were subject to random kidnappings, then at how certifiably crazy I must've sounded, and that only made me keep going! Then I was laughing because I couldn't stop laughing, which only made me laugh harder....
It started up again when I heard our conversation (and my maniacal laughter!!!) played back over the air....
***Outside of blogging, what was your last good, hearty, laugh-'til-you-cry belly laugh?***
A friend and I were just talking about a recent date she had with a guy she met through another site, and this topic came up. She had mentioned in her profile that she liked Russian history, and they talked about that briefly on their first date. On their second date, he brought her a couple of old history books he had found at a book auction. The question arose: Cute or creepy?
I thought it was cute. OK, maybe not cute, per se, but a nice, thoughtful gesture. Shows he was paying attention, yadda yadda yadda. She thought it was creepy; that he was thinking about her too much after only one date, perhaps presuming the gifts would "score him points."
She decided she didn't like the guy and wouldn't see him again. I wondered...if he had been someone else, would she have found the exact same gesture cute? Isn't it funny how the same behavior can be considered either "cute" or "creepy," depending on the do-er?