Very thought-provoking for me tonight, as I enter into a fight against lung cancer in my beloved. I have to consider life without him, or perhaps accept the message that my soul mate may move into another dimension… and how will I live? I am struggling with this, and trying not to focus on it at all, because the first priority has to be real belief in his recovery.

There may come a time when I really need to absorb this… your love for the world is palpable, my friend . Bless you for these thoughts tonight…

Anne

My daughter provided me with a weight-lifting manual for Mother’s Day … the perfect gift at precisely the right time. Awareness of the problem, accountability for my actions, and implementing action steps will help me in achieving my goal… drug free reversal of Type 2 diabetes.

I also emailed MollyM, who was on the road, and am hoping she got my note as well. Hmm… okay - from here out, how about I announce the next chat on the top right of the screen, under “live chat?”

If Saturday evening 8pm central is good for all… how about that? Comment here and let me know!

Hugs to you!

Anne

wanna giggle? that same mom-of-love i ranted about has been telling me all week ‘honey! we have to watch ‘the secret’ and somehow days went by and i just dropped her at the airport and shucks again…she and I didn’t ever sit down to see it…..plus she has the book and thought i’d ‘get’ to it all week…didn’t happen either……so i missed a live chat, a dvd, and a book all about this topic ‘the secret’
so….either i already know this information or it’s so important other mundane stuff keeps getting in the way. either way, i wanna read, watch and rant about it.
so lemme know if it’s a go to do a live chat again…and maybe there’s a ‘calendar of events’ i ought to be checking for rantingwomen?

as to the law of attraction, an author you will hear me quote time and again (b/c her words have been that transforming) Mary Baker Eddy writes “The good you do and embody gives you the only power obtainable.”

I like to remember this…and remind myself along the day to check my thoughts and always rememeber to strive to see/find the good in any situation…..

Anne, your comments about my ‘emailed books’ touched my heart. Thank you for that hug. And for your starting this blog. What a blessing, truly, to have moments of connectedness with other women where via cyberspace we’re joining hands to support one another and listen, uplift, comfort, and in turn, heal… With joy and hope, Tre

This revelation sent me back to so many books I love. All of them say the same thing. You have to ASK for what you want. The universe will provide it. I’ve been asking for accolades, pats on the back, endearing words. What I need is moolah. Cash is king. Why am I so shy about asking for what I want? Why all the give-aways?”

I could not have said it any better myself. This is EXACTLY the point at which I find myself - dishing out free advice left and right to people and I need moolah - I deserve moolah (lots of it)!

Get this, and this is BIG: In your post you wrote (as I show above), “I AM.” Do you know in the Bible this is exactly how God describes himself - I AM. Powerful stuff.

I have been a student of the Law of Attraction for a long time and I too am a student of “The Secret.”

Yes, I am on board with you for this journey.

Carmin Wharton
Author of “Lessons Learned:While Looking for Love in All the Wrong Faces”

Anne

When you group them just for being vagina-holders then you can make gross generalisations like he did at the beginning of his article. But when you take each case individually, for example LOOKING at the 85% of children of divorce who end up in the custody of their mothers, then maybe you’ll find the legitimate, individual reasons for this statistic. Judges don’t have performance quotas for the percentage of children of divorce whom they have to give to their mothers.

This kind of juvenile argument bugs me no end.

I think it’s important for men and women alike to respect each other for their individual qualities, and not just for their sex. I think if this gentleman recognised this, he wouldn’t need to read inflammatory books.

Alas, my computer has shed its hard drive. I’m on borrowed gigabytes and will write you again soon.

Anne

After high school, in the Marines, I was too busy being a good Marine and being a single mom to two little boys. Even though I was 110 lbs. of lean, tanned muscle - and still had the blonde hair and blue eyes - I never wore makeup and kept my hair short for convenience. Jeans and t-shirts were the only items of clothing hanging in my closet. I continued to age and wrinkle, found myself in another dead end marriage, put on tons of weight. Then I was diagnosed with diabetes. The weight came off. And after I decided to end the marriage, I took some of my savings and I made an attempt to “heal” my face that was ravaged with years of scars from skin cancer surgery - I had plastic surgery. The results were remarkable. I found myself looking in the mirror - a lot - and as long as I didn’t open my mouth, I was entranced with what I saw. For once in my life, I felt beautiful. I realized why beautiful women are so self-indulgent. IT FELT GOOD!! I mourned for all those years lost to my self-imposed incarceration in my prison of insecurity.

Six years later, I’m again chubby . . . I still have the blonde hair and the big blue eyes, but the plastic surgery has aged as well. The wrinkles are back - just in different places. And I see people looking at me - men especially - in disgust. I’m the fat, middle aged woman. With the badonga-dong butt. Like the millions of others out there. It doesn’t matter how intelligent I am - it doesn’t matter that I was a Marine, that I published magazines, that I was a radio talk show host, that I travel the country in an RV living a life that many would kill for. I’m the fat, middle aged woman.

Instead of giving in to the fat, I’ve chosen to fight it and become thin again. I’m considering plastic surgery again. And I will have lumineers put on my teeth as long as we’re in a city long enough to get an appointment. Am I doing it for those who look at me? No - I’m doing it for ME. I don’t like the way I look - I don’t like the way that I look makes me feel. I’m NOT just another fat, middle aged woman. I’m a dynamo and my outside should reflect my inside.

I’ve read all the articles about “accepting yourself as you are”. Well - this isn’t the way I was supposed to be - this is the me that I didn’t take care of. I may not have the plastic surgery, but I wlll care for my body and get it into the best shape that it can be in. I’ll not feed it junk anymore. And I won’t feel guilty about the lumineers.

If my body is my temple, it should look like a temple - not like a McDonalds. If that’s self-indulgent, so be it.