EIGHT TO THE EIGHT TO THE EIGHT AGAIN!

It seems like a lifetime ago, but I tagged Purple Cow, at Australian in Athens, with 8 questions to answer. I totally forgot about it when she didn't answer them. Then, for no good reason, she decided that yesterday would be a good day to tackle that project. I was thrilled until she tagged me back. There is a penalty for that I am certain somewhere in The Blogger's Handbook. If I could find mine I would cite it and call her out. Anyway, she answered my eight questions and then created eight of her own, per the rules, and tagged eight people, including me. Which I am sure is illegal.

I am still participating in the letter writing challenge. Tomorrow, however, is Inspirational Song Saturday, which I am totally looking forward to, and if you haven't dropped in on one of them, I hope you will. I always pick one song/video that is inspirational to me in that moment. And then I highlight an artist/band from the 80s that rocked MTV. Yeah... that was back when they actually played music on MTV pretty much 24/7. My focus is the videos that used the weight of video to give their song forward momentum on the radio. A well done video had the potential to move a song up the charts faster than say... just a concert video. We have already looked at some of the masters: Madonna, Michael Jackson, and Duran Duran (blowing kisses at John Taylor). Okay, I am over that. But, there is still a lot of territory to cover and it is so much fun.

Let's move on to Purple Cow and her questions...

1) Why do you blog? Have the reasons changed as you've been doing it?

Ironically enough, I wrote an entire blog devoted to this subject matter. Obviously, I have a lot to say about it. I suppose if you care enough about the answer you can click here to read it because I am not retyping it.


2) Why do they ask "What animal are you most like?" at job interviews? And what could they possibly learn about the person being interviewed when they ask this question? (Also feel free to share any other stupid questions you've been asked at job interviews).

I have never been asked what animal I am most like in a job interview and that is good news, because I am sitting here sifting through all of the information in my brain and coming up empty. That would not look good in a job interview. Probably a bear. They are seriously protective of their young or even those in their protection. I am not real knowledgeable on wild animals, but they strike me as the do what is necessary kind of animal. Not the kind to back down from a fight if they feel threatened or they are protecting their family. So, I will go with the bear.

One real question that I did get asked that wasn't a stupid question, but to which I gave a stupid answer was this one: "What would be your ideal job?"

Without thinking, I said, "I would love to write novels."

I was applying for a commission sales job to sell maintenance supplies. Not the right answer, but I got the job anyway. Turns out I loved it. Not as much as writing, but I really did like that job.


3) If you were to arrange a rendezvous with your 18-year-old self what would you say to yourself? How much would you have in common? Would you accuse yourself of something?

I would have a lot to say. All of it would take me off of this lifepath. However, I now see why I am here. Every rotten experience that I would dearly love to tell 18 year old me to avoid has contributed to the person that I am today. If I were to do that, I wouldn't be the same person sitting here typing this answer. I wouldn't be the person with this Big Idea that the world needs so much. I suppose I would just hug her and tell her that she will go through a lot of crap. However, it will be alright. There will be lots of days when it won't feel like it, but it will be alright.


4) Imagine me? What do I look like? (Skip this one Robin as you've already seen me on FB)

I try to imagine what your life is actually like. I know what you look like. But your day-to day life still stymies me somewhat. For instance, I wonder how many people in your real life actually know you. I imagine many of them think that they know you. But, do they really? You appear to be this working woman with children and a husband living a fairly ordinary life. Do they know how smart you are? Do they know how well you write? Do they have any idea how you think? Do they know the real you or just the superficial you? The nice, pleasant facade that you show to the world. We all have one. How many people in your real life actually know you? This is what I imagine when I think of you. I think the number is fairly small, which is why you started blogging in the first place. It is also the reason I can't understand why you would want to quit. To go back to just being the you before you started blogging. That is what I imagine when I think of you.


5) Have you ever surprised yourself with your own wickedness?

Unfortunately, yes. Usually I was drunk and my better sense had deserted me. Where does that better sense go? I am not getting into details here because it is well.... wicked.


6) What makes you special and different from this blob called humanity?

I think everyone is special and different. We are all given gifts. The trick is figuring out what your gift is and then using it. Of course, you can use your gift for good or ill. I suppose I should say gifts, because it is certainly possible, and often necessary, to have more than one. I was being general and you asked about me specifically. I have a gift for sales. I am good at that. I see the problems in our healthcare system that extend beyond insurance. For people who are chronically ill and misdiagnosed or undiagnosed, it can be devastating if it goes on long enough. I understand that because I lived that. I plan to take those two gifts and put them together to create a solution to that problem. That is what makes me special. I am going to then reach out my hands to all of you and ask you to reach out and so on and so on. It is all about assisting people in their journey from illness to wellness.


7) Do you ever wonder if you are wrong about everything you currently believe and hold to be true? And if it turns out that none of it is as it seems would you wish to be told the TRUTH a minute before you die or die not knowing at all?

No. I don't wonder if I am wrong about everything I believe is true. If I have some things wrong, I would just as soon die believing them if they make me happy. If, for instance, I believed something about someone that was or wasn't true and it made me sad or unhappy, I would rather know the truth before I died. It would be a truth that gave me peace. Any truth that gives peace or relief, I would rather know.


8) So how come it's 8 questions? Why not 5, 7 or 10? Why 8? Do you want more or do you wish you'd had less?

Beats me. That was just how it rolled out. I am glad that there aren't any more!


Okay, people, the rules are that you are supposed to make up eight questions and pass this on to eight people. I have already done this twice. I am not doing it again. However, if you are looking for some blog material, haven't done this yet and want to, or just feel bored, you can have at it. Just use Purple Cow's questions, pick eight people, and make up eight questions of your own.


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EIGHT TO THE EIGHT TO THE EIGHT

Hello, my peeps, happy Tuesday. Did you notice that peeps has crept back into my vocabulary? I hope it is still in with the in crowd and I am not just throwing around a bit of slang that has already come and gone. The thing is that I have come to like it. That means that the likelihood is that it no longer is a "happening" word with the popular in crowd. Whatever. I am keeping it until it bores me.

Mitzi, over at Southern Style, tagged me at the end of last week with eight questions. It was actually on the same day that Yenta Mary hit me with her eight questions. I just read Mary's post first. There was no way I was doing all sixteen questions at once, so I spread it out. I also found this 30 day blog challenge on Miss Angie's blog that I am going to post tomorrow. The cool thing about that is that it gives you blogging material for 30 days. Naturally, I will take breaks for all of my regularly scheduled events. However, I invite anyone who feels so inclined to participate in this action. And, since I am not participating in it to the letter, I think you can twist it to suit you. That is pretty much how I roll on my blog. Who would have thought that the only place I would really break out and become a rebel was on my blog? And, even then it would really just be minor infractions. Yeah, pretty much everyone thought that. If you polled my high school, even the people who barely knew me would have pegged me for the "play by the rules" type. What are you gonna do?

Okay, well here are the questions that Mitzi passed on to me. Turns out that they were really hard. And I hope I don't tick anyone off with my answers. Just remember opinions are like a$$holes. Everyone's got them. That should make you feel somewhat better.

The rules are the same on this. I have to think of another eight questions. Ugh. And another eight people to answer them. I hope you have fun with the questions... whomever I choose.


1. If you were allowed to only read one book for the rest of your life – what would you choose?

The idea of having only one book for the rest of my life is sheer torture. Normally I prefer fiction, but I think any fictional story read over and over would eventually lose its flavor. Therefore, I suppose I would choose ASK AND IT IS GIVEN by Esther and Jerry Hicks. It might keep me sane.


2. Imagine you are on death row, and it’s time to pick your last meal – what would it be?

I am thinking that whatever I ate really wouldn't sit that well. I get an anxious stomach when I am nervous, and can barely eat anything. Plus, when I am stressed I get a migraine and am nauseated. I can't think of much of anything being more stressful than knowing I am about to eat my last meal. So... I suppose I would want my nausea medication, and the food wouldn't really matter, because I probably wouldn't be able to keep it down. However, I know that you are looking for my favorite meal. All of those I am highly allergic to, and I wouldn't want to go out that way, so I would probably go for Arby's chicken salad sandwich. It's healthy and very good for you. After spending a lot time in prison, I would be missing that. Oh, and a coke. I would want that to help settle my stomach and I like a coke. No pepsi. Bring me a coke. (I know that was sad, but it is what it is.)


3. If you had to do it again (or do it for the first time) – what type of wedding would you have?

I would do it either VERY small or I would elope. It is crazy spending so much money on a wedding when you should be spending it on your LIFE. Or your honeymoon. I am really in favor of the eloping or the justice of the peace thing. I've done the dress, cake, reception thing. That whole childhood wedding fantasy has been done. Now, all I would really like is the great guy and a shared life experience.


4. If you could live anywhere in the world – where would you choose and what type of dwelling would you live in?

This is a tough question. Harder than it sounds actually. Unless you are a well travelled person, you are just guessing at this one. At what you think a place is like. You never know what a place is actually like until you have spent some time there. For instance, I loved my Europe trip. I really did. Would I love to live there? I don't know. I wasn't there long enough. My body liked the time zone. That was odd. For the first time ever, my body felt like it was in the right time zone. However, living in the US, we are accustomed to so many "luxuries" that we don't even know are luxuries. Transitioning to actually living in Europe would be tough, I think. And then there is the language thing. I don't like cold weather at all, so I would have to take that into consideration. I guess the idea of picking up sick (like I am now) and moving somewhere by myself is just totally inconceivable. I'd have no way to support myself, so it is crazy. I suppose when it comes down to brass tacks, I like living in the US. I see myself living in the US. And I like living in the south. If things keep going the way that they are, when I get better, and financially independent, I can see moving my family to Texas. One story ranch style house. My mom doesn't do stairs well.


5. What are your thoughts on organized religion?

This is like opening a can of worms. I think it works for some people. Actually, it works for a lot of people based on the number of people who attend churches all over. I wrote a blog about the beginnings of my disenchantment with the church beginning while I was still in high school. I have since gone back to church occasionally. My feeling about it is this when I do go: I take what works for me from the sermon and I leave the rest. That works for me because The Bible is always open to interpretation, and what I am listening to is one person's interpretation of what they are reading. And what they are reading is someone else's interpretation of another language converted into English. It is documented fact that they didn't get every last word right. Sometimes the words were unclear. It was a Hebrew word that had several meanings and it was unclear how to translate it into English. So, they picked one and that choice may have completely altered the message from what it was intended to be in the first place. So... I feel okay with taking what works for me and leaving behind what doesn't. What do I think about organized religion? I think that it gives many people a platform to step up on and use to hold themselves above and separate from everyone else. Organized religion is responsible for more war and death than just about anything else. Just ask the Catholics and Protestants in Ireland. Or have a conversation with Israelis and Palestinians about the Holy Land. Or do a bit of Bible reading to see how long people have been killing each other in God's name. Or talk to any of the people who have a thought in their head about 9/11. Those terrorist groups kill in the name of Allah. That is their name for God. One God. The same God. It is their organized religion. We call them terrorists. They call it organized religion. And they are going to celebrate it by building a mosque not too far from the site of their organized victory. Along with a community center. Just like they have done with every other victory. Each time they have an organized victory, they celebrate it by building a mosque or some other memorial to show that they have been there. They don't want people to forget. It is their signature. I guess I have a lot of thoughts on organized religion.

*Adding a thought here b/c I know this mosque business has everyone facing off. It is being presented as a peace offering and I don't buy that based on my points made above. Setting those aside, I can't buy that given our current political climate. If you wanted to make a peace offering, that would be the last way to do it. It would only take about two minutes of thinking that one through to know that Americans would divide and argue and tear each other up on this issue. In other words, the last thing it would bring is peace. So, I have a really hard time buying that this is a peace offering. Anything that you can see will divide a nation (before you do it) is not going to bring peace. Nuff said on that. I also want to note that I have no problems with Muslims who are not terrorists. Nuff said on that, too.


6. Describe your most embarrassing moment!

I have covered these already. If I remember I will come back and link to some of the really horrible stuff. This is ho hum in comparison. My sophomore year of high school, Jennifer and I had English together. Our teacher was on the boring side. She was also older and her bottom lip stuck out. Yeah, I nitpicked and I made fun of her quite a bit after class when we were leaving. I would impersonate her... that kind of thing. I really was such a biotch. Anyway, this day was no different, except unbeknownst to me, she was walking directly behind us the whole way. She got a good three minutes of listening to me mock her before I realized she was right behind me. I felt so SMALL. I think that was the last time I did it, too. To her or anyone. Nothing makes you realize how mean that is until you get caught doing it. She never said a word about it and I didn't get penalized in class by her picking on me in any way, which shows she had way more class than I did. So, not only was it embarrassing, but there was a lesson learned in there, too!


7. What are you most proud of?

That I care about people and they can feel that. It was what made me a good salesperson and a good friend. Even before I got sick, I think that my compassion level was higher than most people's because I worked on developing the skill of listening. I was really good at talking; all sales people are really good at talking. I spent a lot of time working on really listening and not just hearing what people had to say. So, I sort of became this salesperson/bartender to my customers. Anyway, if you will remember in that song TOP OF THE WORLD that I posted not too long ago, there is a lyric that goes, "Everyone's singing we just want to be heard." And that is so true. Everyone just wants to be heard and most people don't feel like they are heard. They talk, but people don't get it, because they aren't on the same wavelength, or they aren't listening, because they are thinking about what they are going to say. If you want to care more, listen more.


8. Finally… who would be your arch nemesis and why??

I think that the only person who can really hurt us is ourselves. And then it is certain aspects of our personalities that do us in. If I find myself disliking someone else, more than likely the thing I don't like about them is the thing I don't like about me. Of course, that may not always be the case, but oftentimes it is. The smart thing to do is simply stay away from people who suck your energy. That is another good reason for not wanting to be around someone. They are just negative and suck all of your positive energy. However, I wouldn't consider those people to an "arch nemesis" by any means. For me, the worst thing about me is me psyching myself out of my ability to do something or have something that I want. I can cheerlead like you wouldn't believe for other people because I can see all of their amazingness. And I don't understand why they can't see it. I just have a hard time seeing my amazingness. It's not that I don't see my good qualities. I do. For example, I can see my project that I talked about yesterday very clearly. And I know that when I get better I am capable of doing that. It is the between the now and the getting better that I stumble along. So, it is me. My arch nemesis is me. The only person who can keep my dreams from coming true is me.


Okay, here are my questions...

1. What career would you choose for your own if you had all of the gifts (i.e. creativity, genius, dexterity, etc.) that went along with said profession?

2. If you could travel back in time to observe what life was like in a specific time period in a specific place, when and where would you go?

3) What is your biggest vice?

4) Do you find yourself getting in trouble from speaking your mind too often or not enough?

5) Do you like your name? As an aside, do you know what it means? If so, just curious...

6) What do you like most about yourself?

7) What is your favorite record? That would be a record as a whole and it cannot be a greatest hits album. It's not your favorite song, but the collection as a whole on a record.

8) What song, book, movie, tv show, short story, etc. comes closest to hitting you where you live? You heard it, read it, watched it and thought it could be describing my life. It is like it was written for me. If you don't know what I mean, maybe this will help. Don't forget to turn off my music player at the bottom of the page.





Okay, now let's move on to the eight lucky people who get to answer these eight questions, make up eight of their own, and pass them on to eight of their friends. It's eight to the eight to the eight.

Nicole at Destination Unknown

Leiah at A Southern Belle Trying Not to Rust

Yenta Mary the Food Floozie

Misery at LEFTOVERS from ILLUMINATION

Liza at Middle Passages

Java at Never Growing Old

Kel at Between the Lines

Kimber at Under Re-construction

WITH A WAVE OF YOUR WAND

This is a two-for-one post. I had a revelation before falling asleep last night. One of those lightbulb moments. I had to share it before I forgot it. Do you remember the blog where I told you how I couldn't wrap my head around my dad disowning his sister and vice versa? You don't? Well you can read that here to catch up.

So, this whole bankruptcy stuff is getting to me. I have some ideas about bringing paperwork to the hearing to show that my uncle was the lien holder on the van, etc. However, in the event that doesn't work, and they decide to take the van from him, I already know that my mom is going to pay the remaining $5000 to him. Well, that is what tears me up. It isn't like my uncle gave me an interest-free loan here. So, while I haven't said it to her, I have been thinking to myself that I sure hope that he goes back over his records, shaves off the interest, and only asks for the principal, or says "forget about it" to my mom. This is family. This isn't a mortgage company. He knows that my mother, his sister, is in financial trouble. To make her pay the $5000 so that he makes a profit on his investment bites my ass. Now, if it wasn't family, that would be different.

The thing is that my mother would pay the $5000 and not even be mad that she was paying the principal plus the interest. She wouldn't be mad that he was making a profit on her pain. But I will be mad as hell. 1) Because she is covering my loan 2) Family just doesn't do that to family when the chips are down.


So, then I altered this scenario in my head a little bit and imagined me being my mother, with my opinions being what they are, and my uncle being my brother. Since the only kids that I have are H-Girl and C-Man they are stepping in as me. Let's say one of them got sick. Since C-Man is actually the most likely to succeed in this scenario, let's say it is him. He had a very successful life and then he got sick, and it all went to hell in a hand basket. He held on as well as could, started selling things, eventually moved in with me, but got screwed in his divorce. I was a lot better, but not nearly as financially fluid as my brother. We both got money from my dad when he passed, but my health remained problematic. So, my brother paid for C-Man's car and C-Man was making the car payments. It was no problem until his life went to crap. He got sick, was unable to work (his situation looked a lot like mine), and here we are. His wife was a lot like The Operator. He had done so much for her, including the car, and now he was stuck with an upside down vehicle, and she was riding around without a car payment. He was facing bankruptcy, filing for SSD, I used part of my inheritance money, which had been tied up in an IRA, to pay my brother $10,000 on the car. There was still a balance of $5000 (same situation folks). And then the bankruptcy attorney says that the car might be taken to pay off the other creditors even though its total value is $5000. C-Man is sick. I am sick. The only difference is that I go to my brother with this news and he expects me to pay him $5000 if they take the car. I ask him to figure out how much was interest, and I will pay the principal. I explain that you shouldn't make a profit on family. He says a loan is a loan. And then I tell him that I am disowning his ass. He is no longer my brother. And he can forget about me giving him squat.

It isn't about the $5000. It is the principal of the thing. You shouldn't profit off your family when they are in pain and barely surviving. I couldn't understand how my father could do such a thing under any circumstances. Money? You disowned your sister over money? I didn't get it. And he couldn't explain it in such a way that I could get it. Last night lying in bed, I got it. It wasn't money. I don't know what it was. It sounded and looked like money, but it wasn't money. In their case, it was a whole lot of hurt that ran really deep for a long time. In the above scenario, it would be someone who was aware that I had been hurting and struggling for a long time. Instead of helping and making that easier, as my one and only sibling, by holding out a helping hand, it would be like getting a kick in the face with a boot. Now, do I think my brother would do that to me? No. I don't. Do I think my uncle would do that to my mother? Yes, I think he just might. However, she isn't helping the situation. She's already told him she'd pay it. It makes me sick to my stomach. My migraines are worse. And my general feeling of being responsible for everything shitty in everyone's lives are stronger.


Okay, now let's clear the mind of all this crap because I have seven questions to answer. I have been tagged a couple of times. So, this is just round one. Today's questions are coming from Yenta Mary the Food Floozie. If you are someone who likes to cook, enjoys looking at sumptuous dishes, reading recipes, and imagining what they taste like, or getting advice about where to eat out, those are all good reasons to check out this blog. However, the posts I enjoy most are when Mary is less food and more Mary. Don't get me wrong, she always manages to tell you something about herself in each post. You know why? She is one interesting lady. Maybe we can talk her into starting a non-food blog. Who knows? Let's see what eight questions she cooked up for me... (yeah, that pun was totally intended)...

1. What item of yours has the most sentimental value, and why?

I have a silver ring that is a little bit too big for my fingers from my nanny. She collected horse figurines that stand about six inches tall and I have some of those. I also have some red glass that belonged to my grandma, because she collected it, and a cup and saucer. She also painted me this picture of a robin and it's nest. She promised me this picture of herself as a child, which she later gave to my aunt. However, she made me a really nice copy. I hate that copy. And I clearly still have issues about it. This is the aunt that is married to my uncle who bought my van. I have my Grandma Laura's entire plate collection. It is really beautiful. It has been in boxes since I moved out of my house in 2006. So, I am going to go with my green backpack. When I went to college, one of the first things I found out was that it was totally uncool to carry a purse. Uncool and not at all handy. So, I went to the college bookstore and picked out my backpack. It went with me everywhere (pretty much) for those four years. I carried it the two years I lived in NY every day to work. When I went on my Europe trip, it went with me. When I went to FL, it was the carry-all when I went to the beach. That backpack has been more reliable than all of my friends. Because of the straps, even when it is full the weight distribution isn't too painful to carry. That has been a kindness. Sometimes I have taken it out in lousy weather, and still it stands at the ready.


2. What is the best compliment you've ever received?

Wow. I could be stuck on this question forever. Everything I think of gets thrown out because the person no longer is speaking to me, the person is my relative, and, therefore, biased, or I haven't seen said person in such a long time that it really is no longer relevant. Then I think of some of the nice things that you people have said, but I don't feel that those count, even though some of you know me in ways that people in real life never will. And yet... that seems really lame.

The only thing I can think of, and it is really sad if it is the "best," is something that a friend of mine here said and will still say if prompted. "When I met Robin, I hated her. I mean I couldn't stand her. She said something at the karaoke bar (I was drunk and taking all of my medications and out of my freaking mind, but this person didn't know that) and I got offended. It wasn't until much later when we talked (when I wasn't drunk and off my rocker) that I realized she was actually nice. We became friends and have become really good friends. It just goes to show that first impressions aren't always right." Well, this friend and I have seen each other a total of two times since I have been back. Once by deliberation and once by accident. I have now been here for over a year. We talk on the phone sometimes. I comment on her FB status and we send email. I saw her more when I lived in FL and came up to stay with her when I saw my dr and stayed at her house.


3. What did you want to be when you grew up?

I wrote a blog about this. It was always changing when I was a kid. Every time I saw a new movie, that was what I wanted to be. Finally, I realized I wanted to be an actress, because I didn't really want to BE any of those things. Or a ROCKSTAR. I majored in music. That meant I went with rockstar. I should have majored in theatre. As it turned out, I was a commission sales person for the better part of my working life. That is a lot like theatre. At least in some ways.

What I really wanted to be was happy. Too bad that they didn't have courses on that in school.

4. Do you love or loathe family get-togethers?

The only family that lives close are my mom's sister and her husband. My cousin lives close, too, but he isn't around a lot. I guess I like them because they don't happen real often and don't last too long. They usually involve food and then we play a game. If they are still hanging around after that, and it's at our house, I will excuse myself and go to my room. About four hours is my tolerance point. When we are on vacation, go out of state, and are visiting all of the relatives it is different. These are people that we haven't seen in FOREVER and it takes a long time to catch up. So, it is a different story. I like them. However, it's always nice to get home. I imagine they say the same. It's nice when they come, but it's nice when they leave. And there you have that.

5. What is your favorite breakfast?

It has been so long since I have had breakfast food at breakfast time.... That is crazy. The thing about breakfast is that I love breakfast food. I love restaurants that serve breakfast all day. I suppose my favorite is boring. Eggs over easy with toast. Grits with cheese in them (I am living in the south people). Or no cheese in the grits, but turkey sausage and white gravy. Then I put the white gravy in the grits and on the sausage. But not the grits on the sausage because that would be gross.

6. Where were you born?

Canton, Ohio

7. What is your favorite holiday?

Christmas

8. What are you going to do for yourself today to make yourself happy?

Mary, I feel like slapping you through the computer.

I suppose that taking my regularly scheduled pain medication doesn't count, even though it makes me very happy. Well, not very happy. Less freaking miserable.

I am going to continue reading the 4th novel in the Sookie Stackhouse series. They make me laugh.


Now I have to think of eight questions and eight people to answer them.


1. We all dance with the seven sins from time to time. Which of the seven sins do you dance with most frequently, and why? They are wrath, greed, sloth, pride, lust, envy, and gluttony.

2. If you could live for a week in the body of someone famous, who would it be? You would still be you, but you could access their need to know info as you needed to know it. Of course, the kicker is that they would live in your body and have the same privileges.

3. Do you believe that angels walk among us? That there are true psychics, mediums, or anyone who is more connected to God than the average person?

4) Have you ever dreamt about a future event that happened, a past event that happened when you were but a very young child, or anything that was just so real, but otherworldly, that you felt its truth in your soul? If so, I'm listening.

5) Do you feel like you have a gift that you aren't using? It could be for anything. Design, writing, art, photography, decoration. The list is endless.

6) Is there someone that you are unwilling to forgive? Is it weighing on your heart? Eating you up on the inside? This is a yes or no. If it is yes, I hope you make the choice today to want to forgive and then let it go. Throw out your desire into the universe.

7) If we were able to take away or add one element into the heart of each and every man, which one would be the one that would make the most difference in making this world a better place to live?

8) What is the last movie you saw at the movie theatre? Using the five star system, how would you rate it?


Chris at A Deliberate Life

Purple Cow at Australian in Athens

Red Shoe's Chronicles

Phoenix at Res Ipsa Loquitur

Ro Magnolia at Soft Winds and Roses

Mitzi at Southern Style

That one girl at What Was I Saying Again?

Carol at the Gardener