No matter how many mistakes you make ...
Or how slow the progress -
You are still miles ahead of anyone who isn't trying.
.Tri
Saturday, 20 December 2014
Once upon a memory ...
Posted elsewhere, originally, on Dec 10, 2014 10:20 pm
I was reading McManiac's latest blogpost - He has cottoned on to kathynj~'s blog about remembering her childhood phone numer. McManiac thought after we all played "4 things", perhaps we could all play "childhood memories".
Here are some o' mine:
1. My phone # for my house (until just before I turned 11) was 733-932.
2. I remember standing in the front of my first house (age 6) wearing my newsprint dress; little sack of marbles in my left hand and my new (2-cm-in-diameter) GONG in my right hand. I remember thinking: Suck-ers!!!! (had just won it off of some boys
)3. I remember coughing my lungs right out of my chest - I was 8 and my cousin had just told my two younger cousins and I to not ever smoke. As soon as he turned the corner the older of the 2 young'ens took out 3 cigarettes. I did not smoke again until after high school. (this after telling my sis that I would NEVER-EVER smoke, yuuu-eggghhhh! )
4. I remember standing in line, at the post office, with my late Dad. It was shortly after the 'Whites-only'signs came down. A white man - he must have been about my Dad's age - was looking at me strangely. I looked right back at him - square in the eye - I smiled at him and maintained my position. When I got back to my Dad all he said was: "Good girl ..."
5. I remember my Dad taking my sisters and I to the Boswell Wilkie Circus for the first time. I don't remember exactly which animals I saw but I do remember a whole host of hellishly colourful shadows and vertically challenged people !
6. I remember a day when I went to Grootte Schuur hospital with my folks to visit a friend who had just birthed. I think I was the last one to close the car doors. I forgot to remove my left hand from the doorway as my right hand banged the door shut. I was taken straight through to the ER and my folks missed the maternity ward visiting hour.
7. My first memory of camping at my family's favourite spot - I was nearly 6 and sitting on a 'neighbour's' lounge chair a good couple of 'doors'down from where we were - cold drink in one hand; ice sucker in the other and a wee plate of crisps on my lap. Next thing I know my Mum and Dad appear before me - Mum with hands raking through her hair - quite beside herself. Apparently I had been 'gone' for over 2 hours - I didn't understand what the heck the big deal was.
8. I remember my first sport event: the Cap-and-Apron-race. The starter gun was fired; I ran for about 20 meters to where the cap and apron was placed; Picked up the apron at the end of the right tie; swung the rest of the apron round my back and caught the left end; brought the two ends together in front of me; tied the two ends; turned the apron right-side-front; picked up the cap and tied it- then I sprinted toward the finish line. When I turned around to see where the rest of my fwends were, they were just leaving the cap-and-apron line.
9. I remember my first junior school crush. I was in grade 6 - he was 2nd smartest in the class (after me
) and he was soooooo cute! In the final quarter's exam I let things slide - I wanted him to like me. He ended tops - and he started really talking to me. I stopped liking him and at the end of grade 7 I left him with dust in his eyes!10. I remember my Dad being quite angry (I think I may have been about 7yo)- He was saying that R5.00 (less than 70 US cents, at the time) was taken from his nightstand. I knew it wasn't me and figured it must have been one of my 2 older sisters. I also knew that IF he thought it was one of them then their punishment would be a whole lot more severe than if it were me. I said it was me.
Geeze ... I had just about forgotten quite a few of these memories. Thanks for giving them back, Mac
Ya all got any good old memories?
.Tri
Displays of affection
Posted elsewhere, originally, on Dec 10, 2014 11:39 am
I definitely want to partake in a regal display of affection such as this.
Who on Earth wouldn't want to ...
.Tri
Creating beauty ...
Posted elsewhere, originally, on Dec 4, 2014 1:33 pm
Whenever you create beauty (or inspiring good feeling or laughter) around you
You are restoring your soul ...
#AliceWalker #PositiveThoughts
Blue ribbons ...
Posted elsewhere, originally, on Dec 4, 2014 1:33 pm
I happened upon this incredible 'story'on the Facey Place yesterday and knew that its message ... needed to be shared ... (true or not - it certainly rings true and makes for life-changing inspiration).
"A high school teacher decided to honor each of her graduating seniors by telling each of them the difference she felt they made as an individual.
She called each student to the front of the class, one at a time. First she told the student how they had made a difference to her and the class. Then she presented them with a blue ribbon imprinted with gold letters reading: "Who I Am Makes a Difference."
She noticed a considerable attitudinal change in the class. So she decided to do a class project to determine what impact such recognition could have on their local community.
She gave each student three more ribbons, and asked them to go out and spread an “acknowledgment ceremony.”
One of the boys in the class went to a junior executive in a nearby company, and honored him for helping him with his career planning. He gave him a blue ribbon and put it on his shirt.
Then the boy gave the executive two extra ribbons and asked him to find someone else to honor, and to in turn give them the extra blue ribbon so they could acknowledge a third person. The student asked the executive to report back to tell him what happened.
Later that day the junior executive went in to see his boss, who was known as a rather bad-tempered man.
He sat his boss down and he told him that he deeply admired him for being a creative genius. The boss was very surprised. The junior executive asked him if he would accept the gift of the blue ribbon, and asked for permission to pin it on him.
His surprised boss gave his permission. The executive pinned the blue ribbon on his boss's jacket directly above his heart. Then he gave his boss the third blue ribbon, and told him of the boy’s request.
That night the boss sat his 14-year-old son down and told him: "The most incredible thing happened to me today. I was in my office and one of my junior executives came in and told me he admired me, He gave me a blue ribbon for being a creative genius. Imagine that. He thinks I'm a creative genius.”
He then told his son he wanted to honor him, and pinned the last remaining blue ribbon on his son’s t-shirt.
The startled boy began to sob. He couldn't stop. His whole body shook. He looked at his father through his tears and told him: "Dad, earlier tonight I sat in my room and wrote a letter to you and Mom explaining why I was killing myself, and asking you to forgive me. I was going to commit suicide after you were asleep. I didn't think you cared for me at all.”
His father walked upstairs and found a heartfelt letter full of anguish and pain. The envelope was addressed, "Mom and Dad."
The boss went back to work a changed man. He called in each employee one at a time to let them know that they made a difference."
Who you are DOES make a difference!
Don’t forget it!
And make sure the people in your life know how special they are!
I happened upon this incredible 'story'on the Facey Place yesterday and knew that its message ... needed to be shared ... (true or not - it certainly rings true and makes for life-changing inspiration).
She called each student to the front of the class, one at a time. First she told the student how they had made a difference to her and the class. Then she presented them with a blue ribbon imprinted with gold letters reading: "Who I Am Makes a Difference."
She noticed a considerable attitudinal change in the class. So she decided to do a class project to determine what impact such recognition could have on their local community.
She gave each student three more ribbons, and asked them to go out and spread an “acknowledgment ceremony.”
One of the boys in the class went to a junior executive in a nearby company, and honored him for helping him with his career planning. He gave him a blue ribbon and put it on his shirt.
Then the boy gave the executive two extra ribbons and asked him to find someone else to honor, and to in turn give them the extra blue ribbon so they could acknowledge a third person. The student asked the executive to report back to tell him what happened.
Later that day the junior executive went in to see his boss, who was known as a rather bad-tempered man.
He sat his boss down and he told him that he deeply admired him for being a creative genius. The boss was very surprised. The junior executive asked him if he would accept the gift of the blue ribbon, and asked for permission to pin it on him.
His surprised boss gave his permission. The executive pinned the blue ribbon on his boss's jacket directly above his heart. Then he gave his boss the third blue ribbon, and told him of the boy’s request.
That night the boss sat his 14-year-old son down and told him: "The most incredible thing happened to me today. I was in my office and one of my junior executives came in and told me he admired me, He gave me a blue ribbon for being a creative genius. Imagine that. He thinks I'm a creative genius.”
He then told his son he wanted to honor him, and pinned the last remaining blue ribbon on his son’s t-shirt.
The startled boy began to sob. He couldn't stop. His whole body shook. He looked at his father through his tears and told him: "Dad, earlier tonight I sat in my room and wrote a letter to you and Mom explaining why I was killing myself, and asking you to forgive me. I was going to commit suicide after you were asleep. I didn't think you cared for me at all.”
His father walked upstairs and found a heartfelt letter full of anguish and pain. The envelope was addressed, "Mom and Dad."
The boss went back to work a changed man. He called in each employee one at a time to let them know that they made a difference."
Who you are DOES make a difference!
Don’t forget it!
And make sure the people in your life know how special they are!
.Tri
SA's 16 Days of Activism - Follow up
Posted elsewhere, originally, on Dec 4, 2014 1:33 pm
Follow-up to get back to some of the folk who responded to my SA's "16 Days of Activism" post - they wanted to know what type of events were taking place over this 16 day period ... (Fyi it's day 11)
Well, I've been flitting about the Women'sNet dot org dot za after performing a g**gle search for "16 Days of Activism" + "events" ... What follows below are a few of the less time-consuming activities (or which offer more flexible slot-in times)
We can all participate in the campaign by, among other things:
One person doesn't have to give up everything to try and solve this problem. If we all do our bit - just do what we can, perhaps hold out a help hand, then we may just make a few cracks in this wall.
Well, I've been flitting about the Women'sNet dot org dot za after performing a g**gle search for "16 Days of Activism" + "events" ... What follows below are a few of the less time-consuming activities (or which offer more flexible slot-in times)
We can all participate in the campaign by, among other things:
- Wear a white ribbon and/or supply white ribbons to staff members
- Add the Logo to your website and stationary for the duration of the campaign
- Run workshops and awareness raising events for staff, on violence against womenVolunteer at a shelter, or service org, and/or create space and time for your staff to volunteer too.
- Blogging about any issues on gender based violence (here on Adult FriendFinder, Facey Place, Blogger, etc.)
One person doesn't have to give up everything to try and solve this problem. If we all do our bit - just do what we can, perhaps hold out a help hand, then we may just make a few cracks in this wall.
Phenomenally me ..
Posted elsewhere, originally, on Dec 4, 2014 1:33 pm
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say:
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say:
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say:
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say:
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
.Tri
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