Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Saturday, 20 March 2010
Thursday, 18 March 2010
I Can...continued
There are many self help books with daily positive phrases and how the law of attraction works; you think good thoughts to attract good vibes.
It’s true in a sense but it’s up to you as the individual to believe in your good thoughts.
By using the word can’t, it’s as if you’re defeating yourself before you actually attempt. My partner recently said, “If you use the word can’t in a sentence – there is just no point in even trying. Doesn’t exactly exude confidence does it?”
It’s true in a sense but it’s up to you as the individual to believe in your good thoughts.
By using the word can’t, it’s as if you’re defeating yourself before you actually attempt. My partner recently said, “If you use the word can’t in a sentence – there is just no point in even trying. Doesn’t exactly exude confidence does it?”
Sunday, 14 March 2010
Happy Mother's Day!
My mum was delighted with her Cliff Richard Mother's Day card today! When you open the card Cliff wishes her a Happy Mother's Day - what more can a Mother want on Mother's Day?!!My mum's ace.
I can
My Granny, a wonderful, bubbly Scots woman shared her long standing belief with me during my younger years and I have held onto it tightly like a prized procession.
Granny or Mrs Margaret Laing to you, told me - “There’s no such word as can’t”.
Such a positive, simple saying that can trigger off positive freedom for you during your daily deeds.
You can.
Granny or Mrs Margaret Laing to you, told me - “There’s no such word as can’t”.
Such a positive, simple saying that can trigger off positive freedom for you during your daily deeds.
You can.
Saturday, 13 March 2010
Stalking...
I wouldn't necessary call it stalking but I did kind of stalk a Daschund the other day. The dog in question is the one that lives in my neighbourhood, the one that Jude called a jobby on a lead.
The other day I was driving into our cul de sac and saw the proud pup with it's owner on the road just beside my house. I didn't have the courage to stop and ask the owner about the pup, name, how old, how cute etc...but when I drove into my drive I reversed back out to go forth and speak. Except when I was nearing the dog and owner, I bottled it. No idea why? I think the British in me (good excuse for being shy) held me back. So my journey out of the cul de sac continued left and I had to turn to head back home past the pair.
This time I thought, I will speak. I saw the dog and it's owner, the dog, so lovely, skipping about not knowing that some random woman has driven past it 3 times in the space of 2 minutes...I slowed down as I approached them and the owner looked up and instead of rolling down the window, (OK it's 2010 I pressed the button and my electric window slid down) I mouthed "your dog's so adorable" which resulted in the owner nodding confused at me and I carried on driving thinking you idiot! I should have got out the car, said hi and asked a couple of questions.....
You see it goes back to my early years of walking other people's dogs, the fixation of holding the lead and pretending the dog was mine as I walked down the road with the owner keeping a close eye on me, thinking odd kid.I guess after the time I let go of a dog's lead and it scootled off, I decided in my innocence it was better not to annoy the owners any more.
I just want my own Daschund, my own mini Margaret.
The other day I was driving into our cul de sac and saw the proud pup with it's owner on the road just beside my house. I didn't have the courage to stop and ask the owner about the pup, name, how old, how cute etc...but when I drove into my drive I reversed back out to go forth and speak. Except when I was nearing the dog and owner, I bottled it. No idea why? I think the British in me (good excuse for being shy) held me back. So my journey out of the cul de sac continued left and I had to turn to head back home past the pair.
This time I thought, I will speak. I saw the dog and it's owner, the dog, so lovely, skipping about not knowing that some random woman has driven past it 3 times in the space of 2 minutes...I slowed down as I approached them and the owner looked up and instead of rolling down the window, (OK it's 2010 I pressed the button and my electric window slid down) I mouthed "your dog's so adorable" which resulted in the owner nodding confused at me and I carried on driving thinking you idiot! I should have got out the car, said hi and asked a couple of questions.....
You see it goes back to my early years of walking other people's dogs, the fixation of holding the lead and pretending the dog was mine as I walked down the road with the owner keeping a close eye on me, thinking odd kid.I guess after the time I let go of a dog's lead and it scootled off, I decided in my innocence it was better not to annoy the owners any more.
I just want my own Daschund, my own mini Margaret.
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