Friday, January 30, 2009

Why Your Not Happy



I came across the following on the net and found it to be very interesting.

Why Your Not Happy

Six common barriers to personal happiness and fulfillment and how to overcome them.
Happiness can be a paradox: The more you reach for it, the more it seems to slip through your fingers. Ask yourself if you’re happy, and you cease to be so.
How could this be true? Could it be you’re looking for happiness in all the wrong places? Do you think happiness is what you get when you get what you want? How can you become happier
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Happiness Barrier No. 1: Complexity
Solution: Simplify
Modern life has elevated individual choice to the highest level, he says, but these choices come at a big price. We often conflate quality of life with standard of life, but after a point, the connection [between the two] disappears.
If you simplify your life, you create more space in your day, making it possible to reflect on your life.


Happiness Barrier No. 2: A Breakneck Pace
Solution: Take a Pause

The same culture that entangles you in a web of complexity may also have you on the constant chase. That kind of tension takes a toll on your soul and your psyche. Whether you call it meditation, silence, or prayer, taking a “pause” just a few minutes a day can help you “recharge your batteries” and make you feel happier. A good time to do this is in the morning. Without it, your life may feel out of control.


Happiness Barrier No. 3: Negativity
Solution: Let go
Prison is nothing in comparison with the inner prison of ordinary people: the prison of attachment, the prison of anger, the prison of depression, the prison of pride.
Some might view this statement as a bit of an exaggeration. But negative, compulsive thoughts do have a quality of stickiness to them.How you see things and the way you experience the world are strongly linked, making it critical to adopt a positive outlook. You interact with the world through your senses and mind .If you can find a way to stand at the doorway of your senses, you can have a say in how you experience the world.
In our culture, though, we take it as natural that people are angry, depressed, or dejected . No wonder we get depressed -- it’s a depressing world view. It says you can’t do anything about it. If you believe your abusive boss, father, or partner is the main cause of your suffering, for example, then you’ve tied your own hands and risk becoming imprisoned by toxic thoughts.
Happiness is what you get when you give up a neurotic state of mind. It’s empowering, because knowing you can change it gives you the courage to look inside, pay attention, and take responsibility for your thoughts. Rather than judging negative thoughts, ask yourself, “What can I do about this? Through research, people who kept gratitude journals felt better about their lives, exercised more, and were more optimistic.


Happiness Barrier No. 4: Despair
Solution: Stay hopeful
Did a parent attempt to protect you as a child by saying, “Don’t get your hopes up”? There’s no evidence that hope is hurtful . Instead, hope can greatly enhance happiness in people. But genuine hope isn’t a yellow smiley face or the denial of death at the bedside of a loved one in hospice. How do people maintain hope and meaning in the face of adversity?
Three components are essential for hope to thrive. They are having goals, as well as a plan and the motivation to achieve them. Those who succeed don’t internalize the blame game, either internally or externally. They ask, ‘what now?’” Setting personally meaningful goals and checking to see where your hope falters -- is it with the plan or the motivation? Allow yourself to daydream . It’s a wonderful source of hope and, therefore, happiness.


Happiness Barrier No. 5: Suppressing sadness
Solution: Feel the real
Having a positive outlook doesn’t mean you never allow yourself to feel sadness. The parents who try to protect their children from dashed hopes -- or any kind of sadness -- may actually produce the opposite effect than is intended . Some suffering, makes you a whole person and allows you to acclimate and move forward in your life. Happiness is not the absence of sadness. It is not a stiff upper lip or the pop psychology mantra, intoning “always stay upbeat” in the face of cancer. Phony happiness is not good. By suppressing sadness, you suppress other, more positive emotions, as well, so people who try to suppress emotions actually become more anxious and depressed.
By finding outlets for sadness and frustration, you gain some measure of control . Using others as a sounding board -- not as a toxic dumping ground -- can help convert generalized anxiety and depression into targeted feelings you can address with specific solutions.


Happiness Barrier No. 6: Navel-gazing
Solution: Connect with others
How important are social networks to your happiness? Happiness is influenced not just by your immediate friends and family. The happiness of a friend of a friend of a friend -- someone you’ve never even met -- can also influence your happiness. It turns out that happiness can spread through social networks, like a virus.

Unfortunately, many people spend so much time by themselves navel gazing, they don’t benefit from this positive “contagion.”
The more self-absorbed you are, the more your world closes in, and the less realistic you become, all of which produces a vicious circle. You become oblivious to the needs of others, and the world shrinks still more, making you less able to see outside yourself. If asked, ‘Why are your problems so special?” you might respond, “Because they’re mine!”
If you have such a huge ego, you’re setting yourself up as a huge target, which can easily get hit. But using a “wide-angle lens” instead helps you see connections you wouldn’t otherwise see, such as the universality of suffering. All it may take is having a loved one diagnosed with a serious disease to realize how many people are grappling with similar challenges. Feeling joined by others on this journey provides some comfort and happiness.
The straightest path to making connections like these? Compassion and caring for others.

Even primates seem to understand this . Primates that groom each other after a stressful event experience a reduction in blood pressure. The clincher? Grooming others has a greater impact than getting groomed.
Compassion engages us with others, removes isolation, builds resilience, and leads to deep fulfillment. Without compassion, happiness is simply short-lived pleasure.
If you want others to be happy, practice compassion; if you want to be happy, practice compassion.


You know what makes ME happy? This picture right here..............

Look at his smile....go ahead...look at it. Look at his eyes. He is smiling at YOU. He loves YOU. He is running to....YOU. So? Are you smiling yet??

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

25 Random Things About Me


A friend had me do this on Facebook , and I thought I would add it on here. It would be great if all of you participated in it on your blogs. Would love to read them!

1. I was found underneath a rock in Jackson Mississippi in 1972.

2. When I was in kindergarten the school wanted me take speech classes. Dont most kids that age prounounce Spaghetti with a "P" ???

3. My family and I moved to Norway for about 2 years. God Dag!

4. I had my first "french" kiss from a Norwegian. I thought it was disgusting. But soon learned to like it. ;)

5. When I was 16 I found out my dad was not my biological father.

6. My dad and mom are still married to this very day. They are the reason why I am a half decent, nutty human being.

7. When I was 19, I met my ex fiance who I was with for 13 years.

8. I have never in my life have had a tooth filling, a stitch, broken body parts, been pregnant, urinary track or yeast infection, snake bite, or been kicked in the head by a donkey.

9. I DID have some staples when I had my gall bladder taken out when I was in my 20's. Other than that....no more surgeries. ( That lobotomy in '99 doesnt count since I didnt sign the papers for it)

10. I do not grow and never have had hair on my toes.

11. I lived on a dairy farm once. Cows are evil.

12. I am petrified of being shocked by static electricity. Especially getting the milk out of the refrigeration part at the grocery store. I have been known to ask other customers to open it for me. They just smile nervously as they back away very slowly.

13. All my hangers have to be white. No other colors. I guess you can say I have a hang up about that.Pun intended indeed!!

14. My husband is from Central America. We are the Guatemalan and Texas version of " ILove Lucy."

15. In case you havnt notice, I can not spell worth a darn. I am too lazy to use spell check half the time, and what is really sad, Scrabble is one of my all time favorite games. SO! Who wants to be on my team???

16. My grammer is just are bad.

17. California is a nice place to VISIT. But I HATE living here. I have already felt 4 or 5 earthquakes in which two of them almost made me poop myself. And I said ALMOST.

18. I want to be one of those joggers I see running early in the morning.... as I sit in my car at the redlight.... scarfing down my egg mcmuffin sandwhich and extra large diet coke. Okay... I think egg mcmuffins are gross, but you know what I mean.

19. The older I get, the less I am sure about having children. I am already a cool Aunt so that is enough for me. My husband sorta feels the same way. I guess I see alot of needles and adoption papers in my future.

20. Through out my life, I have lived in over 15 houses.

21. I want to buy a home and live in it forever.

22. I want to travel the world but not outer space.

23. I love animals. I just wish they didnt have the need to go poop, bite or shed hair. I guess that is why they invented stuffed animals.

24. I try to always see the both sides to everything. HOWEVER......

25. I just dont get crackheads.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Yesterdays Paper

Some highlights from this past week........

Andreas turned the ripe old age of 36.
It snuck up on ME so fast that I rolled out of bed at 5:30 AM to go to the grocery store when it opened at 6 AM so that I could purchase him a card and stuff to make a cake etc.

His birthday breakfast was some strong coffee and hot cinnamon buns.

How hot?

So hot, that when he was eating one I saw him make a funny face and then start digging with his fork pulling out pieces of blue and green birthday candle wax that had melted all inside the buns.

I bought him a computer magazine, a scratch off lottery ticket to try and win 75,000 every year for 25 years...(okay so maybe that one was actually for me) and a bottle of static guard spray.

Ummm...WHY a bottle of static guard? Because my husband and I are big wusses when it comes to being shocked. If you want to see us both scream like little girls, start walking to us with a pointed finger as you drag your sock covered feet along the carpet. And lets not EVEN start talking about balloons.


When he got home from work, I had a pound cake with glazed icing waiting for him. I did remember to let the cake cool before I inserted the candles, and he made sure he ordered some really nice headphones from Best Buy to help make up for all the other " extremely thoughtful" presents he got earlier from me.



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And I made one of our fave little dinners.........what does these 3 little things go good with????


WHY...Tacos El Carbon of course!!!!!!!



I remember the very first time I told my husband I was going to have him some good awesome tacos ready for him for dinner. I had all the fixings..... Taco Bell kit, grounded up hamburger meat, some more Old El Paso hard taco shells, Pace Picante sauce etc.
When he came home, he took one look at all that stuff, and with his eyes bulging out from their sockets like a cartoon character....he tells me in a manly, yet somewhat shrilly ( almost to the point of crying) voice...." THOSE. Are .NOT. Tacos!!"
Me: " Ummmm yes they are. You have your Daisy sour cream here, and over there you have some nicely grated sharp cheddar cheese."
Andreas: " No my dear, these are Americanized tacos. And by the way....WHERE is the rice???" ( This last part what said as if I committed a cardinal sin)
So needless to say I was taught on how to make an UNAMERICANIZED taco.
And O.M.G.....I will never eat another crisp taco bell shell again. I have a love affair of a menage a trois going on with cilantro and lime. And since being married to a Guatemalan, I have NEVER in my life eaten SO much freakin rice. Might has well change my name to " Patty".
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Last weekend we had made plans to go to one of our favorite Chinese restaurants.
Before I go on, let me explain. I live right outside of Los Angeles. While I do not live in China/Korean town, the majority of the residents here are Asian. Which means many of the places to eat cater to the Asian culture. And my hubby and I dont like to venture to far into the LA traffic to go eat somewhere so we try and keep it local. It so happens we came across this new eatery..........


When we walked in , I swore I heard angels singing from the high heavens. It was if I had found the Holy Grail. (NI! PENG! And NEEE-WOM) 100 points to you if you get that last part!

Yes, it was owned and ran by a little Chinese man, but the man had done his research. I TOTALLY felt like I was in Texas/Louisiana. The tables and benches were made out of stained knotted pine. He laid down butcher paper as the table cloth, there was a large roll of paper towels awaiting our soon to be red Cajun sauced faces and fingers. They even has plastic bibs with a crab on it. The music was a mixture of greatness....I even heard "Long Cool Woman In A Black Dress". And they had congruent tin on the lower wall !!!! The crawfish was SO spicey and delish that Andreas and I both had runny noses half way through.
I was in my glory.............





There is nothing I can say bad about this place except they do not allow for sleep overs. Hey - It didnt hurt to ask.
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And last but not least.......just as I expected.....Dora is definitely a DemoCAT.




Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Can't Comment


To my two cousins......I have tried to leave comments on your blogs and for some reason it is not taking. But I went to another friends blog and was abel to post one on hers.

I had the same trouble with moms blog as well as my own.

The only way I found to fix it was , you will need to click on your blogs "layout". Then click edit on Blog Posts. Make sure comments are checked....and then click save.

I think this might have to be done everytime you change your blogs layout. I am not for sure though since I am new to all of this. If anyone else has any suggestions on why I cant comment on certain blogs, please leave a comment......if you can. ;)

Friday, January 16, 2009

Four and Four

I have been "picture" tagged by Kristine from http://kristinecorpus.blogspot.com/
( Mrs. Corpus, I am sorry that I do not know how to do the link thingy with just your name like you did mois....please feel free to teach me a lesson on that.)

Kristines photo of Palmetto State Park in Ottine Texas, brought back many memories on how my parents use to take my little brother and I there.
Riding around in the family car.
In the summer time.
With the windows rolled all the way down.
At NIGHT.
And they would tell us about the crazy albino that lived in the woods that stole little boys and girls. Then they would turn off the headlights and act like something was wrong with the car and announce in an alarmed voice "OMG! Did you see that moving behind the tree?" Then my dad would reach his hand up to the roof and bang on it.
Today I am still amazed that they managed to excavate my brother and I out from the floorboard and even more flabbergasted they were able to remove our fingers from our ears and pry our squinched up eyes open.
Awwww, the joys of having prankster parents.
Awwww, the joys of picking out their nursing home.



OKAY ! Now onto the game.....the directions are to go to your fourth picture folder and post the fourth pic from that folder.......And here is mine.......


(Readers..thank your lucky eyeballs it was this pic, for the next one was of me doing the macarana in my granny panties. )
This photo was taken about 7 years ago. It is of my nephew Jack when he was about 2 years old, holding the late Birthday / early Christmas present I got for my mom. She named that cute dachshund "Miss Ceilie" from " The Color Purple." And yes, if you happen to read my moms blog, that is the same doggie who grew into the dove eating dog. As for my now nine year old nephew , instead of squeezing small puppies to death, he now just squeezes his annoying little sisters head.





I now tag the following......Laura, Tressa, Kerri, and Mom. Now get to posting!

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Scratches and Nicks


(First of all...please ignore mustard crusted looking cuticles, because it was a dang good sandwhich! )


My husband gave me the above monogramed ring this past Christmas. I have only worn it twice and look how scratched up it is already. Is there anyway one can buff/polish away the scratches?? Sighhh...either way, I will still wear it.

And of course those are not my intials, but my pet name for him. In spanish "Oso" is the masculine form of "bear", and he calls me "Osa" in return. Come to think of it, I seldom ever hear him say my real name, and when he does it makes me kind of giggle.

Speaking of nicknames, he and I had a conversation a few weeks ago about what we were called in our family/neighborhood/school.

I told him my family called me " kimbo," and at one time "tooter scooter" ( in which I got so mad and packed my green little suitcase and "ran away" which of course meant just around the block . And when I thought they had missed me enough and felt sorry for calling me such a horrible name, I headed back home to only hear; " Oh we missed you! Please tell us WHY you runaway tooter scooter?" YEAHHHHH. AND they always wondered why at times they would wake up with me standing over them with my plastic playdough knife )... And now in the present I am known simply as "Bobo" because my first born niece could not say "Kimbo" or "Tooter Scooter" for that matter.

In grade school I remember being called "Miss Piggy" and in Jr. High it was "Big Momma" and then ended with "Biscuit". Which I have yet to figure out why , which I am more than sure it had to do with the fact I was not , UMMMMM.... let me think here ummm Skinny !?!?.... Oh well...its not like I have some kind of complex because of it all ( right eye begins to twitch violently as left shoulder jerks up and down)........

I then ask my Oso what he was called. He said in his family he was just called "twin" because he has an identicle twin brother. And in the neighborhood they called him and his brother "coyoles" which is a tiny round coconut type fruit that is hairy.

Like 2 hairy identical balls that are "always together" just slapping away at each other .

Do you see where I am going with this???? If you dont you must be really nutty.

But the thing that made me laugh so hard in which I then earned the right to be called "tooter scooter", was the fact when he was younger he was on the chubby side and his older brother always called him " Albondiiga Con Patas " which translates to this :

MEATBALL WITH LEGGS..................
So as I fart myself silly, I must ask, "What were/and are your nicknames and WHY?

Monday, January 5, 2009

Walking The Walk, and Talking The Talk

Today I met my new "get healthy buddie" AND new friend, Chyrel ! ( Which as she told me , is the french spelling of Cheryl. I am SO glad she did because knowing me ,I would have ended up calling her "Ch-eye-rail ") .
She took me to walk around here........


That is the Rose Bowl Of Pasadena California. Known as the "Grandaddy of Them All". It has been a sellout attraction since 1947. It has also been the site of many "firsts", such as the first wirephoto transmission of a bowl game (1926) and the first satellite television broadcast to Europe of a college football game(1968). In 2006 the Texas Longhorns beat Southern California Trojans for the National Championship Game.

We walked around the outside only one time.
Of course one time = 3.1 miles
My feet are damning me to hell as we speak.
I dont mind, for Chyrel and I talked about so many things, laughed quite a bit and enjoyed this as our scenery.....



Something like this always makes exercising alot easier to swallow. Don't you think?