Contagious

OK seriously, how could i NOT Re-blog this one…Just watch the VIDEO ;)

Life Is Like That

Laughter in Metro in Berlin, Germany
A grey evening in November – and the Metro is laughing!

A Proof that laugher is contagious!

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be you

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Just a quick reminder of inspiration to my WP friends, before we start out on our Canadian Canada Day long Weekend celebrations:

“be you”

During the times in our lives when we’re most interested in others and the world around us, we can be lead to disbelieve in our own powers, for whatever reason. I am guilty of constantly comparing my self to others blog writers, and guilty of not giving my-SELF, enough credit.

I am who I am.
I have been through many of my life’s own unique personal experiences, that have created me, as I am. Today.

Chose to “be you”, embrace you, remember you, and be confident in each and every little piece, that makes you. You are whole. You are unique. You are allowed to “be you”.

Blessed Weekends, to All of my friends, WP Family, and followers,

JayNine xox

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Wordful Weekend

I may not have all the words,
I may not have all the answers,
but, I do have you;
and WE
have
inspiration.

…your supportive Mother
and friend,
Jeanine H xo

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classic ceramics from ‘MB Arts Studio’

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If there was any one way I had to sum up my entire life’s parenting experiences, this quote would be it.

Many discussions, disturbances, disagreements, and progress have been encountered this week amongst myself and those in our lives, surrounding my 4 year olds ‘development’. Each time I practice an idea, tip, or advice sourced from other parents (on line or our circle) I find myself learning more than teaching. I have said in the 4 years, especially:
My Children are the Teachers, and I, their Student.”

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I have tried and succeeded, failed, tried again, failed, succeeded, at becoming the parent my children could love and especially look up to. Endless efforts have always been in place in my life, to parent without raising my voice. For the most part, I could go about 2-3 weeks of success. Something inside me could not let go of the parenting character defects, that have plagued from from the beginning of time.

Basically, I grew tired of hearing the sound of my own voice (I still do somedays lol) and I found this life changing challenge from another (truly inspiring Mommy) Blog. My master volume button has been set to ‘LOW’. Somedays, Slowly. Finally. For today. ‘One Day at A Time‘ I face this personal endeavor, with the reverence, willingness, and loyalty of the most dedicated Christian disciples (let’s say)…(Here is the scoop for parents looking for help with their parenting skills, or just to share your support here, for this community challenge)

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everything is going to be ok

Sending you all prayers of blessings, enjoyment, and life’s best, this day and everyday.
Happy Weekend,
Jeanine H, and Girlz ;)

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Low Dose Mom’s

Just a quick note: this is my Wordless Weekend post, just completed, today…enjoy

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I’m sitting on my steps, indulging in my only remaining ‘crutch’: a cigarette.
(Ok, so 2 crutches remain: coffee is my new poison).
Comfortably, on the wet cement stairs, while resting next to me, is the worlds strongest Queen Bee–literally! She’s been poisoned multiple times, her holes been filled entirely with insulation poison, and like a queen pest would: she still travels around every little obstacle we’ve presented her! Our only request is that she MOVE; and, Shes still here!!!

And as I sit I wonder:
Would her sting be feirce? Would it wound me deeply? Is the saying of the Queen doesn’t sting, true? Do I want to find out? As she whisps by my ear…I think not but, I don’t run! Would her poison run through my veins deeply? Would I recover? Would it be better than being inside?

See, my Mother is visiting, for her ‘once a weekend drop-in coffee’ treat that as she states: “Is great cause, SHE didn’t have to make it!” Yet, as she sips the microwaved version from my morning coffee pot, I am so sure somewhere inside she’s thinking: “the least that girls could do for me after all I’ve done is make me a fresh pot! after how hard I work everyday…Sheesh!” How would I know what she’s thinking? It’s written across my Mothers eyebrows…

I can only handle my Mother in low-doses. Positive too, that by her verbal arrows she throws, the feeling is mutual! lol!

My Mother is built with the same worlds strongest Queen Bee qualities, skills, talents; all of the above. No matter the obstacles of positivity I attempt to shield myself with, and attempt to extend to her verbally; my mother is installed with the absolute ability to shoot your ideas and offerings of empathy right between the eyes! She stings, she wounds, she’s poisoned; with negativity. She’s a single mother, hard-working, ok workaholic actually, warrior type mom, froze hell herself and flew back again, climbed the corporate tower swiftly perfectly through her careers. After losing a 23 year stand at the top position to the company bankruptcy; she’s gone from bottom, and back up to a pretty great position at new place. She Hates. Great.
Is she: Happy? NO. Financially comfortable? NO. Poor? NO.

And although my mother has a sting of a bee, with her words, and her tactful bitchiness: I admire that quality, actually. I practice that talent myself and strive to better at it; plus I have started to teach my daughters same. It’s a useful skill when used correctly. Even though she wounds and poisons with her complaints of her horrible “life”, her soreness, over-worked, under-paid, for a house she doesn’t get to enjoy, bcuz of a raccoon, or my teenage brother, work, bills, bills, bills, bills; her car, its payments” …(as i drive a fucken four wheel plastic wagon through the iced streets but, I dare to voice because I have limbs) whatever you think you have ‘BAD’,my Mothers got it WORSE. In case you need a friendly reminder of how blessed you really are, try a weekend visit. It’s Wordless alright! Means, I can’t say shit! And, we should all remember “at the end of the day, you should be lucky you have your legs and a home to begin with, you may not even have tomorrow” (<em but… how true is that..)

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However, whatever poison the sting of her whines, complainants saddened unhappiness, in-ability to see that I too suffer somedays, contains; this woman is my hero. She is a Warrior. A ‘Wonder Woman‘ I used to say in my youth. An Inspiration. She’s taught me Faith Gratitude Humility how to be humble and live to the fullest everyday. Inspires me to find my Own Way. The stings present me opportunities to SEE..to see my sad situation in a better light, her inability to sympathize has taught me not to search for sympathy but, to work for a Solution. Take Action rather than talk. Encouragement. Self motivation. NO Sympathy for my every hurt. But it’s a fuel to my fire. To me its what I don’t like but I utilize the most.

A saying I use constantly self-created statement I use as motivation and consistent reminders in my own personal experiences, from my mothers teachings:
You must be grateful for everything, when you have nothing.

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No, Not a Mother’s Day post. Just inspired from my ‘Low Dose; just what I needed, this morning. (Saturday Morning Past, thanks to the kids lol)
What inspiration do you find from negative talkers, or postitive? Share an inspiration below in Reply section! And ya better smile, or I’m calling in my Mother to give your head a shake!

Thanks for sticking around for the Big Finish everytime, lol
JayNine xo

PS–I do have links saved for all of these photos and most can be found on one or more of my Pinterest Boards for purchase–no credit taken for ANY image here. all image rights belong to the links stored (ask & ill post them..too busy with life outside here, on WP however lol)

Don’t Let Comparison Steal Your Joy

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As a newbie in blogging (with very little time to do so) I find myself spending more time reading, trying to keep up with trends, or attempting to compose the best readable worded blog out there–for popularity instead of the real reason I started blogging.

What’s the reason? To share my personal experiences and some opinions on them, in hopes that those shares will help Someone Else…that’s all I’ve ever wanted to do in my life. Help others. I do that but, have less and less time in real life and found an outlet here in blogging world.
My Solution: No Complaining or Comparing–Starting Monday, my solution is to go back to basics. First sharing whatever experience rings true to my mind on the days I blog: Monday, Tuesday, Thursdays, and the occasional; like today.

I hope the coming posts I hope you find something within them that bring you comfort, understanding, acceptance, or just plain entertainment.

I can only BE ME–and you can be whoever you want to here! Feel free to leave a Comment below or not too ;)

**This photo and post was inspired by another blogger that I felt I could relate to here: with a link to the photos PRINTABLE FREE copy for you & I to remember:
‘Don’t Let comparison steal your joy’
or mine, in blogging or anyth-ing!**
http://debbie-debbiedoos.com
J9;) c u 2morrow ;)