Sunday, November 12, 2017

Found it!

Oh!
Em!
Gee!

I found it! This is a short story I wrote in high school (senior year, 1993-1994). Thought it was super cool at the time, but I was also well-aware that there was a huge monumental plot hole in it. A couple years ago I figured out a plug for the hole.. modern science gave me the solution: colored contacts. Yes, that's the solution.

But I didn't know where I had saved the story (on a floppy somewhere, probably), so I chalked it up to lost.

The other day I was going through a tote of what I thought was books. Actually, it was handouts and notes from classes, fliers from church and such, articles from magazines,.. just yeah- I think I tossed about half of it...

And papers I'd written for high school!.. and I found the original story!


So here's my Sci-Fi Lit/Comp short story. I'm taking suggestions for the title.




[Clever title]

"Mom, I'm home," Liz Anne said as she passed the motion-detecting sensor at the door.

"Good, can you help me with dinner? Your brother has a date tonight, so we will be having a guest for dinner." Mrs. Hansen was in the kitchen starting dinner.

"Kim?" Liz Anne wanted to know.

"Yup. Would you get a fried chicken kit out of the pantry for me, dear?"


"Mom, why do you have to use that archaic microwave oven? Mary Sue's mom uses a re-hydrator, even though it's been on the blitz lately. And it's not like we can't afford it. It's the 22nd century, for heaven's sake!" Why does Mom always have to be so old-fashioned, she thought.


"Dear, if you think the microwave is old, you ought to hear about the old convection ovens..." Elizabeth Hansen was interrupted by a loud bang on the door as Liz Anne almost groaned in fear of another "When I was your age" story.

"Beth, dear, would you PLEASE call the repairman tomorrow to fix that door- the outside sensor isn't working again." Ned Hansen came through the door as Liz Anne opened it for her father.


"Hey, Mom, I need to call Kim," Robert said as he scanned the room with his new Eyes. The doctor had told him to practice using them as soon as possible.

"It's in the living room by the old reading lamp."

"Thanks, Sis," was the reply as he went into the other room.

Dialing verbally, "347-8074... Hi, Kim? We're having fried chicken from the MICROWAVE!! Real home cooking, if you want to eat over here.. Sorry, I forgot... What's with this thing? I HATE YOU!... Oh, no, not you- the phone was acting up. How about if I pk you up in the Hover at 2000 and hen we go to Tammy Rohda's?.. Ok, bye."

"ROBERT," Mr. Hansen's voice almost echoed in the spartan room. "Did you forget that I have an appointment tonight and need the Hover? I've told you to check before you promise something..."

"Hey, what on the planet Earth happened?!" Liz Anne was suddenly very frightened.


"What did happen?" Robert was unaware of what had happened since his Eyes sensed infrared light. "Liz, you look like you're blind. What happened? Mom, Dad, what's wrong??"

"We CAN'T see," was the unison reply.

"Well, I can see, but.. Hey, the door is locked. I know what happened, we're having an electrical failure."

His father then said, more to himself than anyone, "We haven't had one of them for over 50 years!"

"That's very nice  Dad, but if there's no electricity, how do we get out of the house? The door uses electricity to open. Should I try to force it open?"

"Sure, it seems the only way for us to get out." After some thought, "Do you want some help, Son?"

"If you can get over here without taking out your knee."

"No prob--" There was a loud thunk, followed by a loud groan of pain, a variety of mumbled obscenities, an apology, and a strained, "I'm fine, I promise."

"Dad, take one step to your, uh, right. Good.. ah, three steps forward. No, smaller... that's better. Put your hands out in front of you, that's good. Now, about a half step forward. There's the door."

As Robert guided Ned to the door with his words, Liz Anne started to cry. "Mom, I'm scared," she mumbled as she fought to control her voice. "I feel like we've been reduced to cavemen. No lights, no heat, we can't even get out! We're trapped!" The hysteria in her voice was all too plain to a mother's ears.

"Honey, it's okay..." Mrs. Hanson tried to comfort her daughter but was interrupted by a thick sliding sound.

"Beth, we got the door open. But we're not the only ones without power; the entire city is dark." Ned looked out over the great metropolis that spread from the coast as far as the eye could see. It was dark where it should have been bright enough to reflect off the clouds. The panorama scared him and as his family joined him at the battery door, he heard his wife, daughter, and even his son guest in fear, fear of the unknown.

Suddenly the clouds flickered, and they were blown out of the way by a gargantuan disc that could be described as two football field-sized plates turned it to face each other. As it lowered, three great legs begin to extend from the lower half. It seemed that the legs were directed; they were moving about as if to find a suitable spot to set down. The three legs, terminating in plate shaped feet about a half meter across were placed in three nearby intersections where traffic and halted with the power failure.

Beth Hansen suddenly felt compelled to proceed down Residential Hill and go to the vessel.

"MOM, where are you going?" Liz Anne almost shrieked.

Shaking her head as if to wake up, she replied, "I don't know. I just suddenly feel compelled to..." and she continued, hurriedly down the hill.

***

"Superior, I've sent the message. She should be showing up within the chron," replied Number Two. As she disengaged herself from the T-comm.

"Very good. Number Four, is she within visual range?" the Captain asked her technical advisor.

"Not yet, but within the next few centi-chrons she will be."

"What is the condition of the planet?" Captain inquired of Number Three, the ecological specialist.

"This race appears to be quite stupid. They have depleted almost all of their natural resources; fossil fuels, and environmental. Their atmosphere is a total disaster; Massive amounts of carbon monoxide, Smog, and no shielding there either, unless you want to count the cloud cover." Number Three showed his efficiency in the answer.

***

"Roberts, get your mother! Tackle her, hit her, just bring her back." Ned was terrified for his wife's life but could do very little as he watched his son get thrown to the ground with a sickening thud he wasn't even sure he knew the woman who had thrown his son to the ground like a rash and drop her. She was soon racing down the hill.

***

"Superior," Number Four interrupted the captain. "She was attacked, but defended herself without guidance. I think it was her... son."

"Was he hurt?"

"No, I think he just got a knock on the head. He will survive with no damage. But, Sir, isn't he supposed to be coming with her?"

"If he comes, he comes. Is her husband's coming?"

"No, Captain."

"How about her daughter?"

"I'm sorry, superior, but she isn't responding either," Number Four said apologetically.

"Captain, should I open the portal, yet?" Junior One asked anxiously, almost interrupting.

"Not quite yet, J1. Wait until you can see her with the Eye." Captain spoke of the Sacred Eye.

***

"Dad, should I follow her? To see where she's going?" Liz Anne asked her father.

"Yeah, I'll go with you."

"But, Dad, Robert needs help. He's just laying over there."

"He'll be okay. We must go."

***

"Captain, change the previous report. Her husband and daughter are coming," Number Four commented. "Superior," she said almost in a whisper, "why are we collecting specimens?"

Curiosity has gotten the better of her, Captain thought. "That is for me to know, and you to find out. You will eventually know, I promise."

"Captain, I think she's within visual range," Number Four broke in.

"Let us see what the She looks like." The officers could hear the capital as Captain spoke.

The view screen lit up the bridge, and the officers all gasped. The woman looked exactly like Captain. They looked at Captain synchronously and realize that she was weeping.

Junior one silently open to the portal.

***

Has Mr. Hansen accompanied his daughter down the hill, Mrs. Hanson reach the portal to the alien ship. She stopped, and seemed to awake from a trance. "What am I doing here? How did I get here?" She spoke in almost a whisper, and put a hand to her head. She turned around just as her daughter and husband arrived.

"Come," Ned commanded, sending cold chills up Beth's spine.

"Why? We need to get home, not get on this ship." Ned grabbed her upper arm, and propelled her toward the menacing maw in the side of the ship. "What are you doing? Let go of me!" A wave of panic washed over Beth as she slapped Ned. "Wake up! Liz Anne, wake up! Help!!"

And she suddenly realized that she would have to run to her husband unconscious, she let her fist fly. She went to her daughter, took her by the shoulders and spoke, "Elizabeth, come out of it!!"

Suddenly, Liz and blinked her eyes rapidly and shook her head. "Mom, where are we?"

"Don't worry about that now. We have to stop your father!"

"Why, what's he doin-" as Liz Anne turn to find her father, he stepped through the portal and was followed by total darkness.

***

"Hey, where am I? What's going on?" Suddenly came out of his trance and discovered himself utterly disoriented, and in complete darkness; as total is when the power head going out at home earlier that evening, which seems to have happened ages ago.

"Calm yourself, Ned. I've brought you here to help you," an unfamiliar voice responded.

"What is going on? What are you talking about? My home is back on Residential Hill." By now, mister Hanson was too uneasy to think clearly.

"If it will help you be calm," the first voice interrupted you can call me Captain." Then after some thought, added, "although turning at the lights would probably easier alarm quicker," in an almost motherly tone. "Lights up."

There appeared to be an inordinately dim glow from above Ned's head, and he could almost make out five pairs of glowing dusky multi-colored eyes. "Which one of you is Captain?"

One pair of opal colored eyes raised about 15 cm, "I am she."

"She?" Ned queried disbelievingly.

"That is correct, we have a female for a superior." The second voice stated, "I am known as Number Two, and I am also female. Is that bad?" she asked thoughtfully.

"No, it's just that... I don't know. Speaking of which, where are my wife and daughter?"

"They are here, Captain." A third voice penetrated the conversation.

"Where are they?"

"Here." As Captain spoke, the lights brightened fractionally, and Ned saw Beth and Liz Anne. But the women's faces were pale with terror.

"Are you two all right?" Ned went to his wife and daughter and embrace them and turning to the eyes, "What do you want with us?"

As Captain took a closer look at the trio, she looked at Number Two and it said in a damning voice, "You called the wrong ones!"

 ***

It wasn't until the Captain and her crew were half way home that they intercepted a stray transmission from earth about a new mutation that had been found.

But it wasn't really a mutation. Contact lenses. Colored contact lenses had been developed that gave the illusion of both different colors of eyes as well as motion within the iris.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Romance Novels, and the Real Fantasy

Romance novel formula:
Displaced broken woman: new place, environment, etc.. just out of a bad relationship.
New place = new guy. And he's also vulnerable- some kind of heartbreak... but he's a good man. Not the cliche "nice guy".. but an actual good man- responsible, honest, hardworking, etc.

They meet, he's gruff and abrasive, so she doesn't like his rough exterior. But then she finds out his vulnerability. Whether he lets it slip or one of his friends tells her, or she's just super observant, she finds out... and softens toward him.

Then they get their freak on.

But I realized recently: The sex isn't her fantasy- her fantasy is the good man, the man who will respect and protect her. He will treasure her heart.


See, I really think that in these books, the real fantasy, what the readers are really looking for is the dream that there are still good men available. Someone who is intelligent, kind, honest, hardworking, willing to commit, and capable of loving her and treating her the way she wants to be treated.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Aprons are for Working

There are a lot of kinds of aprons....

Grandma's apron
Cookies and home made noodles!

There are cooking aprons...
Grilled steak and plated masterpieces.

Both functional and just plain fun!
Sunday dinner

Work aprons are usually heavy, made of leather or sturdy canvas to prevent injury to the wearer.
Woodwork and metalwork

Little aprons for waitresses...
Blue-plate special for Table 4!



And aprons that are serious about protection!
Chemicals and burns

But there's one thing all these aprons have in common. Protecting the wearer while work is being done. Protection and work.


Those of my readers who have been through the LDS temple know that another kind of apron is worn there. It is also for protection while labor is being done. A different kind of protection, and a different kind of labor, but protection and labor nonetheless.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Fools, Fools, all of Them!

Because of my exhusband's health issues, I belong to a group on Facebook for women who are (or have been in the past) with a sex addict. A recent post from another WOPA (wife of porn addict) prompted this reply from me. She realized that she's been spending her whole life trying to prove her worth to other people her entire life... I replied:
In practically every other animal species, from gnats to blue whales, it's the males that have to prove they deserve to get any "action." Brighter feathers, tougher claws, prettier nests or burrows, more beautiful songs, fancier dances, fiercer fighting, etc.

But for some reason, we humans have it flipped. It didn't used to be that way. Once upon a time, boys courted girls. Girls played hard-to-get and were praised by their elders for such behavior.

But now, Satan's plan to destroy the family has flipped that on its head:

First, make the daughters of God question their value.

1a) Make them think that the only way to be "equal" is to join men on "their" turf- push women to leave the home and get a job, have a career. Put them in the workplace so they are competing with men in the men's world.. and they're not at home where they are needed most.

1b) Since society no longer values women in the home, and they can't effectively compete in the workplace, make women compete against each other. And move the mark so high nobody can really reach it: Make it about sex. Manipulate them to feel like they need to pander and chase the boys. Make them feel like they aren't good enough- aren't pretty enough, thin enough, sexy enough.


Pardon the language, but screw that. Women, you are enough. Stop playing Satan's game. Just because your husband doesn't value you doesn't make you worthless.. it makes him a damn fool.

It makes all these men fools: they somehow think that a paper or screen-image.. a 2-dimensional, airbrushed/photoshopped lie of an image is somehow superior to a 3-dimensional warm responsive real live human being who loves them and has promised her heart and soul to him.

And they're fools.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

I Work in Hell

Yes you heard me right. I believe I work in Hell, actual Hell on Earth.

Those of you who are not familiar with the LDS understanding of Hell- it's a little different. See, to us, hell is looked at two ways:
First ~ A spiritual death, a separation from God, possibly only temporary.
Second ~ A a permanent residence out of His presence.

After the Final Judgment, there will be a few select people who have earned a spot in a place we call Outer Darkness. Yes, we believe it takes pretty deliberate intent to get relegated to Outer Darkness! From revelation, we understand this to be a place completely removed from God and all He has to offer us- love, light, knowledge, power, etc. And I don't think that's just figurative light.. maybe it's literal light.

If we look at that the name of this place/condition in a literal and physical sense, it's darkness. Dark. No light. No electromagnetic radiation of any kind, visible or otherwise. None of this:


No radio waves, microwaves, infrared radiation (aka heat), visible light, ultraviolet, X-rays, etc. No visible light, no heat! Those there are essentially blind and frozen! The horror!


Yeah, I'm not digging it either!

So now to explain how "I Work in Hell."

See, I work at a place that processes and packages meat for commercial use. Handling meat safely requires certain conditions to maintain the quality and safety of our product. The meat comes to our plant frozen. We thaw it, cook it using a variety of different methods (fry, bag-steam, etc), then chill it back to something safe to transport. These temperature changes are done as quickly as possible to keep the meat out of the danger zone (40-140*) as much as possible. Because humans handle below-40* better than above-140*, I spend most of my time at work in the below-40* range: I work in a fridge, always cold... or moving so I stay warm.

I also work second shift: I go to work in the afternoon, and get done in the middle of the night.

Some of the meat smells oh-so tasty! Seriously, fried chicken.. but you're at work, so you aren't going to be eating any of it. Who remembers the story of Tantalus? Always out of reach.

The fryer sometimes produces huge lumps of steaming charred stuff that is unusable, so it is tossed. Barrels (like the one on the right, but in red) filled with steaming sizzling cinders! Fire and brimstone, anyone?

I work Second shift: I go to work in the afternoon, and get done in the middle of the night.

So there you have it: the cold and darkness of Outer Darkness, the torture of Tantalus, the fire and brimstone of traditional Hell. Yup, that about covers it.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Mice and other Invaders II: Traitor!

I have gotten to the point that I have very few deal-breakers when it comes to dating.

Giving aid and quarter to the enemy is one of them.

And by "quarter" I mean anything that results in their continuing and/or ongoing existence in my home.

And by "enemy" I mean anything not specifically invited in. That includes but isn't limited to: gnats, fruit flies, regular flies, wasps, beetles, moths, spiders, and yes, mice!

The other day, the Boyfriend was hanging at my (NEW- yay!!) house after I left for work. He texted me on my break to notify me that there was a mouse in the house.

The rodent had run across the living room floor. And the boyfriend just said, "He's not hurting anybody" and didn't bother to take note of where the furry intruder ran to or from.

"He's not hurting anybody." Nope. Nopety hellno!

There is an entire page on the CDC website devoted to "diseases directly transmitted by rodents"

For your reading pleasure:

And those were just the ones I knew about. Apparently, there are almost a dozen on the CDC page! Add diseases indirectly transmitted, and there are another FIFTEEN diseases! (like Lyme disease and Colorado tick fever)


So, dear Sweetheart, that mouse may not be directly hurting anyone, but he is suspect enough that his fate is sealed!

Update:
✔ traps bought
✔ baited with peanut butter
✔ set
✔ wait...
✔ sprung!
✔ dead mouse!
 And this is all that is left of the Mouse Invader II!


Until next time...

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Moving Day

Moving Day!

For the last 8 and a half months, I've been living with my parents, in the room I grew up in. Now I'm moving to my own place. Just me. No roommates, no shared walls, no shared ceiling/floor. Just me in the whole house.
Before
The landlord has done so much work on the place!

The new shed

Cabinets by Ikea

Even a little dishwasher!

New Counters-:re-purposed wood from the old shed. So pretty!

Same sink as before, plumbed in. Excited!



Pretty paint- lucky mistint!

Front window.

Thanks to my dad, brother, and sweet boyfriend, we got everything from my storage unit. I still have a few things at my parents' home, but I can do that with my little car.

It's going to be a while to unpack and really move in. But I'll get there.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Memorial Day

First in a while- I have a day off tomorrow!

I work in production. For those who don't or never have worked in production, it's tough. It's very demanding physically. Beating yourself against the machine, like John Henry. And so often it feels like I'm going to die... either physically or emotionally.

But this post isn't about what I do. It's what others have done... and continue to do.


It's about what others have given up.

Source

It's about what I owe those who have sacrificed.

Source

I'm grateful for the day off.. but I'm more grateful for the choices I have that so many don't.

Cuba

North Korea
China

Vietnam



Sunday, May 7, 2017

Facebook Official

I have a number of single friends.. ok, so I am one too. And the thing about singles is that we date. Sometimes those dates peter out to nothing. Or there's a second and third date that then fades. But when it doesn't fade, but grows instead, the big question comes:


This Whisper got a couple answers:

Apparently, Facebook is bad. I admit- that site has pretty serious drama potential!

And this was to another Whisper asking the same question:
So, faithful readers- at what point does a couple change their Facebook relationship status to "in a relationship with _____"...?

Sunday, April 30, 2017

New Discoveries and Uncomfortable Things

Disclaimer- this post is going to talk about some very sensitive and personal things. If discussion about "marital relations" is upsetting, triggering, or uncomfortable to you.. or if you're under 18, please pass. My intent is not to upset my readers, rather to teach, enlighten, and inform. If you do choose to pass on this post, I will not be offended in the least- in fact, here's the TL/DR version of this post:
One of the major problems in my second marriage was because
I was responding emotionally on a subconscious level to one of his dysfunctions.

 (I'll post some pictures to give the more-sensitive readers a chance to close the tab/window without having to read stuff that makes them uncomfortable.)



Red

Orange

Yellow

Green

Blue

Purple


You've been warned, but you're still here. I applaud your courage.

As most of you know, I was married for 3 and a half years to a man with two huge dysfunctions. One diagnosis he outright rejects and it remains completely untreated and unmanaged. Today, I'm talking about the other one.... but I'm not actually going to talk about his dysfunction. I'm going to talk about my reactions to that particular dysfunction.

He is a sex addict. He sees sex as necessary to his functionality. He doesn't see sex as optional, as icing on the cake of life. Because of that attitude, everything he did physically with me- hugs, holding hands, kissing- was with the end goal of sex in mind.

Not intimacy, just sex.

Remember:

Sex and Intimacy are not the same thing.

Intimacy doesn't necessarily require removal or moving of clothing. Emotional intimacy is about being honest with yourself and your partner, being vulnerable to each other, and providing a safe place for your partner to be vulnerable.

About Year 2, I developed what I'm going to call "sexual apathy" toward him. I had no interest in sex with the man I was married to. This wasn't normal to me. My first husband and I enjoyed a healthy sexual facet throughout our 10-year marriage. So this loss of interest bothered me- something was wrong!

Then around our 3rd anniversary in the spring of 2016, the sexual apathy became sexual repulsion: I distinctly and specifically wanted to not be with him. The idea of being with him sexually was repulsive, gross, yucky. And yes, this desire to not spend time with him extended to other settings besides the bedroom. I knew I had to change something. I knew for a fact he wasn't going to change-- bishops, stake presidents, and other leaders had given him direction, and while he would obey that direction, he didn't accept it as actually applicable to him... And that was the problem- while his behavior may have changed, his attitude didn't. And I believe it never will.

So I asked for a divorce.

He believes the problem is his physiological. I don't know if he will ever see the problem as being (at least in part) his attitude. So I pray for the woman in his life, whoever she may be, whatever her background. I pray that she will have the gift of discernment- that she will be perceptive to his state of mind and his motivations, that she will be aware of her own feelings and state of mind, and be able to keep herself and any children involved safe, both emotionally and physically.

Sunday, April 23, 2017

The L-word

"I love you." It's used in all kinds of settings.

We say it to family members.
We use it as a humorous thanks.
We use it in mocking.
And we even seek it to gain validation and sense of self value.

We have the "I love you" from a child, simple and pure.. and sometimes a little fleeting.
There's the drunk "I love you," which doesn't mean little more than any other pickup line.
The "Well, I love you, too!" shot off at someone who has been rude or harsh.
And then there's the romantic "I love you," that singles seek, crave...
And fear!!

But if we crave it, why fear it?

Here's the thing- we all have history. Some histories are full of wonder and adventure. Other histories are peppered with hurts and struggles and brokenness.

That wonder and adventure can imbue a heart with joy and trust and joy.

And that brokenness can make a heart a little skittish and skeptical, fearful.

I've recently said, "I love you," to someone. And it scared me. While the sentiment is reciprocal, it still scares me. When I think about my feelings, I feel such a mix of emotions.

But the one feeling that seems overarching is fear. Because it has been so powerful, I've analyzed it:

What am I afraid of?
What do I fear?

Love is scary because it's a risk. You put your heart out there. It may get picked up and handled with care and tenderness.. or neglected and ignored.. or pricked and poked and beaten and crushed.

And that's the scary part. Fear of hurt. That fear comes from that history I mentioned earlier. If others have hurt me, what's to stop this new person from hurting me? That's scary. Terrifying.

As I've thought about my situation, I've come to realize that for me, it's a fear of loss:
What if I lose him somehow?
What if I tell him something about myself that scares him off?
What if he gets bored with me?
What if he meets someone who grabs his attention?

He's the best thing to happen to me in a very long time. Years, at least. Smart, funny, kind, good... And likes me! Loves me!

So I risk it. I choose to be brave and tell him how I feel.



I don't know what the future holds for us, for me. But I'm working like crazy to not free or freak pit about those things. I'm choosing to enjoy what we have right now.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Why Not a Cross?

I recently started dating again. He's not of my faith. Christian, but a different variety of Christianity.

Most Christians revere and display crosses to commemorate the death of the Savior of mankind.

Sometimes the cross is bare- just a couple of pieces of wood fixed together.

Sometimes the cross is hung on the wall, or affixed atop their buildings of worship.. or installed in front of the building.

Sometimes the cross is draped with a purple or white cloth to recognize the shroud left behind when Jesus rose from the tomb.

Sometimes people add a ring of thorns, the "crown" He was given by the soldiers.

Sometimes the cross is a little more realistic and includes a figure of the Savior- becoming a crucifix.

But we Mormons are different- we don't display these images and figures. My boyfriend asked why: Why don't we have crosses and crucifixes in and on our churches?


Because that's not how we choose to remember Him. Yes, He died for us:

He suffered in the Garden of Gethsemane, paying for my sins, allowing me the opportunity to eventually become perfect, as He and His Father are.

He died on the cross so He could rise from the dead, being resurrected, opening the gates of the tomb so I can also raise from the dead.

But He's not on the cross anymore. He lives! He's no longer on the cross, no longer in the tomb.


"Why seek ye the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen."

Disney Princesses- Revisited!

Some of you may remember my first Disney Princess post from way back in 2012!!

As I've thought and explored and re-watched these movies... and new movies have come out, I feel the need to revisit this post, at least the part about Belle and Beast.

Remember what I said about Belle?
"Belle lived in his house. They talked, did stuff together. They shared interests and thoughts. They interacted."
Some have pointed out to me that because Belle was the Beast's "prisoner", there's indication of Stockholm Syndrome. And I agreed... for a while. With that limited information, yes it was... but it wasn't. There are nuances to true Stockholm syndrome that don't fit the story.

So I don't think it was really Stockholm:


Maybe Belle didn't have anything. Maybe Beast was the one "afflicted." Maybe he actually had Lima Syndrome, where the captor bends his will to the captive, when the captor is the one who changes and adopts the values and standards of the captive.

See, Belle maintained her standards, her values, and her strengths. She sassed him, defied him, and even left! By contrast, Beast provided her with her own room, directed those in his employ to attend to her needs, and she got really quite a lot of freedom around the estate- except for the one wing, she had free run of the place. That's exactly NOT Stockholm!

Ultimately, it was Beast who changed to adopt Belle's standards, expectations, and values. Despite his emotional immaturity, he developed compassion, personal strength of will, and even courage and selfless love. Belle wasn't stupid- she saw this growth, and her heart responded to this new-and-improved Beast.

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Happiness

For real??!?
Once upon a time, I was a foster mom. One morning as we were getting ready for school, G-10 got on her brother, B-11. This was nothing unusual as she had a habit of poking at him. I asked what the row was about. Apparently, she didn't like his fashion sense: he was wearing sweatpants.. AGAIN! I told her that I hadn't noticed. The pants were reasonably clean, and I was just glad he was wearing pants!

My daughter didn't understand that her focus on the negative affected other aspects of her life... and that focus was a choice.

I saw this video a few weeks ago:



Happiness is a choice.. and brings a tremendous advantage to your life:

The Happiness Advantage:
Better Secure Jobs
Better keeping jobs
Superior Productivity
More Resilient
Less Burnout
Less Turnover
Greater Sales

Mr Achor suggests some things we can do each day to increase our own personal Happiness Advantage:

* 3 Gratitudes- Get a notebook or open a new document in your cloud storage or get a big poster paper and put it up in your bedroom or kitchen. Each day, write three new and unique things you're grateful for.
* Journaling- Each day, write about one positive experience you have had over the last 24 hours.
* Exercise- This teaches the brain that behavior matters. How we act, what we physically do affects our brains and how we think.
* Meditation- Stopping and focusing on one thing helps overcome the "cultural ADD" of multitasking and allows you to focus on the task at hand and be present.
* Random Acts of Kindness- Whether it's writing one positive note or email to someone in your social network or complementing a friend on their cute skirt or doing a chore without being asked... Do one kind thing for another person.


2/9-
I'm grateful for good friends who laugh with me.
And for my health.
And for indoor plumbing.

2/10-
The internal combustion engine
The internet
My mother

2/11-
Strength
Pork chops
Wi-Fi

2/12-
My bed
Church
Helen's insight- praying for protection against discouragement.

2/13-
Laundry machines
Computers
My car

2/14-
Christopher Columbus
Chocolate
Water

2/15-
Job interviews
Telephones
Milk


What are you thankful for?