Impatience Problem?

Time is all we have.

Impatience, restlessness, agitation are synonyms of wanting a desire and wanting it NOW!  The desire and the act of getting the desire is important, and we can have the desires of the heart, but “haste makes waste” as Ben Franklin has stated.  I’ve experienced this with some remodeling work I’ve done.   The more I worked hard at getting the project finished, the more I wanted it finished.  In essence I would become impatient and hurry up the project only to cause more problems later.  I would hurry my work, and then things wouldn’t go quite right, and I’d end up having to do something over.  I probably wouldn’t have a do over if I had taken my time in the first place.

I see this in our government, and in the general population.  We don’t like something, so we want it fixed and we want it fixed now.  Let’s take the recession.  The recession holds many lessons for us.  We had a president who took us to two wars.  Money was spent on these wars causing our national debt to skyrocket. Now that the recession hit the American government worked on helping the people, the auto industry and the financial institutions become more solvent.  This in turn caused our national debt to rise.   I’m not saying that either of these two scenarios that have happened caused the recession.  What I am saying that it took time to get us into this mess.  From my findings in history it took us eight plus years to wipe away a surplus, and throw us in major debt.

I too am in debt, and it took years for me to get into debt, and it’s going to take several years to get me out of debt.  I want to get out of debt NOW, but that’s impossible.  (Unless I win the lottery or sweeptstakes.)  So I must trudge along and do the best I can to eliminate my debt.   Time is my friend, and in time I will turn my bank account into the black.

During this time, the American people wanted the ivory castle, and would obtain mortgages that they really couldn’t afford to pay.  They couldn’t afford the ivory castle, the new cars and etc…  It’s like we wanted our cake and icing and we wanted to eat it right now before we had dinner.  We all know that it’s not healthy to have dessert before dinner.  Then we lose out on the feeling of anticipation.  Anticipation is part of the excitement of waiting.  Let’s live in the moment with that anticipation.

I’ve been working on building a wooden bench.  I decided that in order to make this bench an excellent piece of furniture then I needed to take my time.  I thought I cut all of the wood pieces, but I needed to buy more wood.  Then I had to wait another week before I finished cutting out all of the pieces.  This gave me time to learn how to put it together better.  I then began assembling the pieces.  I had to wait once again.  Honestly I didn’t want to do that, but my old sander had broken down, and I decided to get a new sander.  I didn’t have the money.  I got the sander, and finally assembled the bench.  Now, it looks great, but it’s still not finished.  I need to wait till I have warmer weather, and put the stain and varnish on it.  See, I have to have patience in order to have something I truly want and desire.  Time was to be my friend.  I embraced this time, and I didn’t have to do anything over, and that’s a relief.

Here we are we have a new President who has inherited a huge deficit and we expect him to save our jobs, lower the deficit, get a health care bill, and many other promises he made.  I believe he can do all of this, but he can’t do it in a year.  I believe that our responsibility is to work with our President and offer things that will work instead of always saying it won’t, or we can’t.  It took us eight years to get into the shape we are in, and it will take us several years to get out of this shape.   

My thought is if we keep putting our energy into finding the next President, and not putting in energy to help, then we are in for harder work.  We want our government to be fixed now.  We have to be part of the solution, and help by becoming a little more patient, and a little more helpful.  We tend to be so busy thinking about the problems, and not being patient in the moment.  If we are always looking around the corner for something better, then how can we live in the moment?  I don’t think we can.

After all, it takes time to gain weight, and we certainly can’t lose the weight in a healthy manner in a month.  Time is our friend, and all of us need to embrace time and patience. Let’s be patient with ourselves, our families, our friends, and our government. 

Patience is a virtue and has been a virtue for many, many years.  Start today, and live your life with a little patience.  With patience comes the enjoyment of the moment.  With patience comes the enjoyment of anticipation and surprise.  Stop, look and listen for this moment is what we have, and where we are.  Dream your dreams and work towards them at each moment.  The moment is all we have, but in this moment you can build excitement for the future.  Sit back a bit, and enjoy the anticipation of life getting better.

New Year New Day

New Year or a New Day

New Year’s Day has come and gone, and still the question that I have been hearing is, “Did you make a New Year’s Resolution?”  Does it really matter if we make a New Year’s Resolution?  Are we supposed to make a New Year’s Resolution?  Some people would say yes, and yet others would say no.  New Year’s Resolutions are a way to become a better person, and that in itself is good. In all honesty I believe that the New Year is a good time for getting rid of old habits and starting on your path to better yourself. 

Does it really matter if it’s a New Day or the New Year?  I believe that each moment is our chance to make ourselves better.  I sincerely believe that if we were living in the moment, then a new day is equally important to a new year.  The old saying “one day at a time” gives us a perfect example.  I would actually change it to say one moment at a time. 

When we want to change our behavior time and patience are required and necessary in order to become successful.  Whatever our endeavors whether it’s quitting smoking, eating less, become nicer, meditate more; then each day, or each minute is very, very important.  Success can only come as we are attentive to our thoughts and feelings at each moment.  If we are used to eating, drinking, cussing, when we feel frustration, then naturally we want to reach for the thing that we think will calm us.  Usually we reach for our smokes, our drinks, or our food because these are the habits we are used to doing.

In order to beak our bad habits then we must become conscious of what we feel, and what we do about those feelings.  The only way to become aware of these feelings is to monitor ourselves each day.  “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.”   Choose today as the day you will be successful with your New Year’s Resolutions.

Today is a new day for you.  Today is the day that you will uphold your promise to yourself.  Today you will feel the success triumph over habits and things which are bad for you.  We only have today.   Whether or not we succeeded yesterday has no bearing on today; all that truly matters is today.  Today we can succeed for today we are paying attention, and are aware of our own actions.  Tomorrow is only a faint thought, and not even here.  We won’t know what tomorrow brings.

If you made New Year’s Resolutions you can be successful.  Remember the most important element of maintaining those resolutions is that we wake up each day to a new day.  With a new day comes our ability to choose to be successful in the changes we want to make.  New Year, New Day it’s all in how we look at our lives.  If we want to make changes we need to become aware of our choices, and why we are making that choice.

Live in the now.  Live in the present.  The day begins with a moment of time.  Breaking down a habit that we’ve had many years begins right now, this very minute.  Today is a New Day and you can be successful.

Take A Breather

 

A Peaceful Christmas Wish For You

Christmas time is a wonderful time of year with shopping, parties, cantatas, children’s programs, numerous Christmas parties, families and much, much more.  We love this time of year, and yet some of us loathe this time of year.  If we took the time to ponder the reason why people loathe it, then we would find that  the answer would probably be the same as most everyone else.  That answer is: “I’m way too busy, and there isn’t enough time.” 

Take a breather, and think about the season in a new way.  We start the Christmas hustle and bustle around Thanksgiving, and we quit Christmas Day.  So, we have reasons to be harried, frazzled and annoyed.  If we really want to enjoy the holidays then we need to rethink how we schedule ourselves thin.  First thing, don’t schedule yourself so thin that you’re going to drive yourself and everyone else around you crazy.  

 

Take a look at the calendar during December, and schedule time for you, and your family to do absolutely nothing.  That’s right; schedule it, mark it down as an appointment not to be missed.  The truth is not every event needs you to be there to make the holidays special.  Place each event as a priority, and decide what is most important and what is least important.  By doing this you are scheduling yourself breathers.  This will take the edge out of your Christmas, and hopefully make the time a little merrier. 

Shopping is a chore especially on the weekends when everyone else seems to be doing the sme kind of shopping.  Schedule this time, and make it a whole day’s event.  Go with someone, and make it fun.  If you take your family, schedule time out for everyone to at least rest for a while.  Don’t schedule anything else the rest of the day.  Focus on your Christmas shopping.  I had a friend who would take one Saturday and spent the whole day shopping with a friend; starting at 7:00 am till they were finished.  They took their time, they stopped and snacked and ate out, but they made it a fun day.  Christmas shopping can be fun. 

Families and Christmas: That is a can of worms for some.  The questions about how to spend this time can be rather daunting.  Which family do we spend, or is Christmas day spent at home?  How about, “we’ll spend time at home, and then go to all other families.  Christmas Day is the day we celebrate the birth of light and hope, Jesus.  Christmas Day is a sacred day, and it is up to each individual to decide how that is to be spent.  Decide early is the best way to handle these hard questions of when, where and how to spend Christmas. 

The long tradition is that Christmas Day is the Day Jesus was born, and that is considered the first day of Christmas.  The twelfth day of Christmas is January 6^th.  This is the day of Epiphany, the day the Wisemen found Jesus, and gave him gifts. Some cultures actually honor the twelfth day as a gift giving day, and not Christmas day.  

We, editorial we, especially Americans tend to believe and rush through Christmas quickly.  On December 26^th the tree comes down, and everything is cleaned up, and nothing of Christmas is left in sight.  It seems to me that we rush into Christmas with full force, and forget to take the time to enjoy the season and all the beauty it has to offer.  What are we to do to help us breathe?  Slow down, and extend the Christmas season into January. 

You don’t have to be everywhere, and you don’t have to be or do anything that you don’t want to do.  Do only that which makes you feel good inside, and hopefully it is what you desire.  Christmas is the day of light and hope.  Do you feel it?  If you don’t change some of the ways you are doing things.  The people around you will eventually understand that these changes you are making are for the betterment of yourself.  Honestly these changes will also better your relationship with others.  However, this will take time.  I know, believe me I know, that parents and family like to dish out the guilt.  Guilt is controlled by you, because it is you who feel guilty not them.  If you choose not to play the guilt complex, then those wonderful family members can’t help but respect you and y our choices. 

Take a breather, and make your Christmas Holidays enjoyable.  Consciously choose your events that you will be attending.  Choose to create your shopping as enjoyable by making it a fun day, and not a chore day.  Choose to create time where nothing is happening.  There is something special about the days of yesteryear and the slow pace of the holiday season.  Choose to be in the moment, and your Christmas will be more enjoyable, and merrier. 

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. 

  

The Money Man

Hi folks, welcome back. I have decided to continue this story. Maybe I should say, I’ve decided this story needs to continue in an entertaining way. There is quite a bit of truth in fiction. Let’s give it a whirl.

As the battle lines have been drawn, and the clash of wills continues we take a deeper in-depth look in this situation. We look into the owner of this mind and find out why this battle has begun, and other interesting, and pertinent information. We find a young man sitting at his computer searching for answers to the reasons his bank account and his life are so very low.

Brooks a mild mannered very skilled social worker works as hard as anyone, but just like all of the social workers he works from paycheck to paycheck. He earnestly began studying and reading all about the universal laws, and specifically "The Law of Attraction." This universal law basically states that whatever you put your attention on, you will attract more of the same. The "Law of Attraction" works the same no matter what type of attention you are placing or putting "out there." Brooks was a typical human he wanted more money, and he wanted it NOW.

Social Workers, teachers, and other service type workers are not known for making hordes of money, nor for being able to save money. Brooks was getting worn out from trying to manipulate his money and his bills to make due until the next month. If the law really and truly worked all he had to do was think about the money he had, and think and feel the feelings of being truly wealthy. He knew that the higher the vibration the faster unexpected money would be coming to him often. Each day as he entered his house expecting checks in the mail for money. As he pulled out the mail and looked at each envelope hoping and praying for unexpected money he would find nothing. He would say out loud to no one "Maybe tomorrow."

As he thought about tomorrow, he would say a prayer of thankfulness that at least he hadn’t received any bills. That was wonderfully great news. Shortly after that prayer his mind would stir, and he would ask himself, "Why isn’t this working? What am I not doing right? If I truly believe that I am to receive money/checks in the mail, then why aren’t they arriving in my mail?" With those thoughts looming and swrilling in his brain, he then distracted himself by sitting on the couch to watch the news.

To be continued…

Thanks again for stopping by. Come back in a few days to find out how the Money Man works through and sorts through his thoughts, finances and the “Law of Attraction”…

That’s all for now…

Money, Wealth and the Law of Attraction

Hi folks,
Thanks for stopping by. I hope all are well on this day. Here is another short story based on fears of lack. Fear of not having money. Fear of failure. Fear of not having faith, hope and trust. As you read it will be a good reminder to count your many blessings. I hope you enjoy your reading…

I Believe
By Carrie Fleharty

I believe in miracles. I believe in angels. I believe in the Universal Laws, and I believe in the Law of Attraction. I believe in prayer for I’m praying right now. My prayer is simple and that is that somehow, sometime in the next two days my bank balance expands from red numbers with parenthesis to black numbers with lots of digits. I believe in magic and I believe that my bank account can read from -$297.00 to +$2,970.00. I know and understand that this WILL happen.

Miracles do and occur on a daily basis…

As I open my bank account online and check my balance I see that the numbers read -$297.00. Damn! How could this be? I can’t get ahead. I can’t seem to get things in the black. Tears are streaming down my face and off my chin. My mind begins its usual storming as the battle call has been sounds. The lines are drawn and the call of charge is heard.

The battle is being engaged between the enlightened kind-hearted gentle soul and the brutal harsh self-hating, self-loathing soul. As they meet upon the battle ground they charge each other with full force of lances, spears, bows, and guns. The sound of the metal upon metal can be heard for miles upon miles. The battlefield cries are heard from each. The war is here and the winner is yet to be determined.

The harsh soul starts the chaos with shouts of: “I hate you. You are a piece of Shit. How can you keep doing this over and over again and again? What are you thinking? Why can’t you keep track of your money? Don’t tell us it’s because you can’t. What is it with you? You promised yourself you’d not live paycheck to paycheck. Yet, you do, and that seems like all you know how to do.”

The gentle soft soul responds: “Now stop that. You can’t go there. You are worthwhile. You know how to handle money, and you can have wealth. The truth is you have much to be thankful for; and remember God is there helping you. Rely on what you need which is Faith, Hope and Trust. These three will get you through this dark hour. Calm yourself.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down. You and your stupid idea of becoming a life coach. How dare you? That’s where all your money went, and that was soooooo verrrrrrry stupid. You let that man take your money, and you’ve got nothing to show for it. Nothing! He needs to pay you or give you some clients. He’s not going to a damn thing to help you. He needs to, but he won’t.”

“I know, but that’s in my past. This is now with you and our battle not my battle with him. I must not go back and relive my past. I am not desperate. I will soon have all the money I need at my fingertips. I will owe NO ONE! Do you hear me? NO ONE!

“Yeah, yeah. We’ve heard that before. You see that B.S. positive thinking is for others or it’s a bunch of crap. I can feel positive for eternity and nothing will happen. Get Real!”

“No it will work. I know it works. There is plenty of money. The world and the universe are truly limitless. I don’t have to do a thing. I know and feel the frenzy of winning: the lottery, any sweepstakes, Publisher’s Clearing House, selling 100, 500, 1000 books. All is well! All is good! I have +$2970.00 in my checking account as of Monday December 7^th, 2009. “

“The Truth of the matter is I don’t have to do anything. All the money I need is on its way to me, and I am living in harmony and peace. I have Faith, Hope and Trust!

That’s all for now…

Tom Katte Family continued

Hi Folks….Thanks for stopping by.

Tom Katte Family continued…

We left off just after the big uproar for Cuss not eating his pie crust. This event happened nearly ever 3-4 weeks. Maybe not the exact event, but none the less an event that caused the squealing and screaming of cats throughout the house. At times it was quite unnerving.

Fuss and Cuss continued their growth and typical brothers. Fuss would often speak for Cuss, and Cuss continued to be determined to do what he wanted to do. They both went to Young Cat School in the neighborhood, and their mom was a great homeroom catmom. All was well to their way of thinking that is until Tom and Jean decided to have another litter. Yep, nine years after Fuss and eight years after Cuss they wanted another kitten. After all kittens were so cute…

The litter was born, and they kept the little girl kitten. She was to be named Truss. Truss tended to be a Daddy Cats child. She bonded with her Mom, but there was something special about her Dad. She grew up as a normal little kitten, but she was not always liked by her big brother cats. They would tease her and do things to her that were not kind. But, she loved them, and wanted to grow up to be like them.

In the back of their cathouse was a shed for storage of all sorts of trinkets. This shed became like a clubhouse. Except the shed felt more like a torture shed to Truss. Unspeakable dark things took place in that shed. Things that little Truss never wanted to talk, or shed a mew about. Fuss and Cuss would explain to her that all she was good for was to be a Mom Cat, and they were boys and had all the power. They would lift up their swishy tail and show her why they had power. Sometimes Truss felt so little and powerless, and she kept this thought deep in her being as she grew older. Truss had been exploited by her own family. She didn’t like it, but couldn’t express it. She hid the events and her feelings to herself.

Having two big brothers wasn’t always bad for Truss. She enjoyed and wished she could do the things that they got to do, but she was just a girl kitten; not old enough and not a boy. That didn’t stop her from idolizing them. On occasion they would befriend her, and show her how to do things, and involve her in good games, and good times.

Sometimes at night Truss would remember that she had borrowed something from her brothers, but hadn’t remembered to bring it in, and she’d seek her Dad out to help her go get the item. She DIDN’T want her brothers to be angry with her. No telling what would happen to her if she didn’t bring it back in better condition than she borrowed it. Truss would remember exactly where the glove, the catnip toy, or the balls were located, and she would find them easily in the dark.

The house didn’t settle down the fights were still as frequent, and Truss felt as if they were her fault. The boys would sometimes get into a fist fight at night for they slept in the same room. If they got loud enough then Dad would come back to their room, and whip them. Little Truss thought that her Dad was going to beat them to death. She never liked the arguing the whippings nor the fights, but she liked it less when her dad was doing the beating. Little Truss was scared, and she didn’t want to get beaten like they did. She worked at trying to please them at all costs. So much so, that this was a detriment to her health and mental health.

Truss had some similar experiences that Cuss had with his pie. There were at least two times that Cuss didn’t eat something and was told to eat it or be left sitting there until it was ate. One time we were eating cereal before cat church and the kittens had always been told that they must drink all the milk in the bottom of the cereal bowl. Truss was an unusual kitten, she didn’t really like milk. She chose not to drink her milk, and time was running out for they needed to leave for church. She was threatened with a spanking if she didn’t finish that milk. She decided that she deserved a spanking so she let her Dad spank her with a heavy suit belt.

Cuss, Fuss, and Truss lived in a family that played together, worked together, and fought together. When one of the kittens didn’t do something that Tom liked or the way Tom liked then all hell would break loose. When one of the kittens didn’t respond to Jean as she would have liked then all hell would break loose. This family was a functional dysfunctional family, but one made with love.

This family was made with love, but this family was not stable. Laughter and play never lasted. They would work together as long as they followed Tom Katte’s instructions to the exact tee. Jean would fight for her rights and her beliefs. The two together could drive the family apart and yet at the same time keep them together. Not always in a healthy way. Some would say that Tom was a dry alcoholic. (In other words he at times had the same characteristics of a drunk.) The family system was complicated.

To my niece and nephews….This is our family. This is your Dad’s parents and how we grew up. I wanted you to know the problems that may arrise in your own family, and why. I am not giving this as an excuse, but to say: "Hey, this is why my Dad does this. Now I understand." Then you can create your own family differently.

My love to each of you.

That’s all for now…

A Gratitude Tale

Family Gathering With Love

Love brought families together, and love is the common force of each person’s existence.  This love that binds the family together is often taken for granted.  If we were to dissect the superficial front of families we would find, strife, jealousy, fear and hatred and no holiday within the family feels like a blessing. 

Enter with me the tale of two families.  One family focuses on abundance, gratitude, blessings and love.  The other family focuses on power, individual differences, lack, and fear.  Thanksgiving, Christmas and the upcoming New Year are times when our thoughts turn to our birth families as we attempt to share time with our families.

Family one understands that life is challenging, beautiful and different for each member of the family.  The parents are supportive of their children, and provide the necessities of life.  They enjoy each other’s company, and no one seems to be fighting for compliments, being heard or being seen.  This family believes that love brought them together, and love will sustain them throughout the life aging process. 

This number one family believes that life is full, and there is much to gratefulness and thankfulness.  Love is endless in this family.  Each individual brings to the family their own uniqueness which brings more depth within the family.  With more depth comes richness and more meaning within the family.  In fact deeper conversations and sharing becomes as easy as pie.  Strife, dis-respect or jealousy seem to be only conversation topics.  Personalities will on occasion clash, (after all we are human) but that’s just it; the clash comes, and is gone within minutes.  These members of this family share the heartaches, trials, struggles equally.  They also share abundance and love equally. 

Family number two is quite different.  Each member holds grudges, and they come together under the parental control even as adults, and are still struggling to be their own person.  The strife is evident as the gathering starts.  This family lives in fear, lack and despise each other.  They become jealous of what the other has accomplished, and not supportive.  When they gather under one roof they revert back to the conditions of childhood.  The parents are in control, and the children know nothing. 

This second family everyone struggles to find their own voice, and they want to be seen as themselves, not what someone sees them.  The moment the family arrives the strife is evident, and underlying.  Each member feels the strain of not being loved, and not having enough love to go around.  The fun and cheer of the holiday doesn’t last very long, for someone will say something that will feel unwelcome, and the strife begins. 

This second family doesn’t intend to have holiday gatherings like this, but they ar not sure how else to be.  They are being the kind of people that they were taught from generation to generation.  This family must walk on eggshells when sharing personal thoughts, and endeavors.  This family gets along, but not without judgment, shame or blame.

Family number one, focuses on abundance, and love.  Family number two focuses on what they don’t have, or their own fear.  Family number one is a rare family, but that doesn’t mean that family number two can’t be like family number one. 

This is the time of year to begin to focus our thoughts and minds on abundance, and love.  We have so much to be thankful for, and we each are unique.  If allowed each individual in the family has something worthwhile to share, and to give.  Love is always abundant.  We must let go of our judgments, our shame and our willingness to blame others for our own behaviors. 

Take time to be grateful for who and what you are.   Know that you were brought into this world with love, into a family that truly wants to love.  If your family doesn’t know how to be without blame, shame or judgment then show them through your own actions.  Time and families are precious, and love is abundant.

Be blessed this holiday season.  Show and share your love with all.

Hi folks….

Here is the Tom Katte Family Continued….

Fuss the oldest would often times speak for Cuss. Fuss would talk Cuss into conspiring to tell lies about something they’ve done that would get them in extreme trouble. One time they conspired with each other to tell their parents that another kitty ventured down the alley, tipped over the milk crate. Well, Mom sashayed down the alley to look to see if she could find the wayward kitty. As she wandered down and back she realized that her lovely kitties had lied. There was no way that the kitty would be able to come into the yard and tip the crate over. She knew, and steam was escaping from her ears. She stepped back into the yard, stared at the young ones, and said, "Is there something you two want to tell me?"

They looked at each other, looked at their Mom, and Cuss said, "Fuss did it Mom, and he talked us into telling the lie."

"You know that telling lies is the worst thing you can do. Don’t you? I don’t want to hear another word. You get in the house, and you get in their now. Go to your rooms, and don’t come out. We’ll talk about this later." With that the two with their tails lying back, headed to their room.

Now, Fuss didn’t always get his way with Cuss. There were many times that Cuss would get fed up with Fuss, and wallop him with his paws. One time Fuss and Cuss were outside playing kitty games, and Cuss had gotten his fur riled enough and had enough. Cuss let his temper control him, and he waylaid Fuss in the face making Fuss run into the pole of the fence. As Fuss got up, blood was streaming down his whiskers and face. He slowly crawled to the house, and showed his Mom. She immediately stopped everything and took him to the family Vet. After a long wait the Vet stitched him up, and they headed home.

If you’ll remember Tom Katte wanted everyone to do things his way, and he expected his kitties to do what he wanted, and if they didn’t, then all hell would break loose. For example: Jean loved to bake mice pie, and milk pie, almost like custard pie. Fuss loved milk pie, and he always chose that specific pie to eat. Cuss on this particular evening wanted mice pie. All was going well until Cuss decided that he didn’t want to eat the crust. Oh that was not a good choice. Tom reared back and yelled at Cuss that he needed to eat all of his pie, and that included the crust.

"I don’t like the crust. I’m not eating it." Cuss responded with a stiff lower lip.

"You will eat that crust because I said so."

"Tom, don’t be that way. He doesn’t like the crust, I’ll eat it."

"To hell you will." he said looking at Jean. "He is going to sit there until he finishes his pie. We don’t let food go to waste. He asked for that slice, and he’s going to eat all of it."

Jean fumed. She told Fuss to leave, and she began to clean up the evening dishes leaving Cuss at the table. Tom in the meantime stayed at the table for another 30 minutes or so. Cuss just sat there and said, "I’m not going to eat it."

"Don’t backtalk me. You will, and you stay there until you do." Tom said and then left the table to go out mice hunting.

The minutes ticked slowly by turning into hours. Jean couldn’t stand it any longer. "You go outside and play. I’ll take care of this." She picked up the pie and finished off the crust.

"Mom you’ll get in trouble."

"I’ll take care of it. You have nothing to worry about. Now go."

With that Cuss left the table, and pranced off as only a little cat would do. Later on in the wee hours of the night the trouble continued. Tom and Jean could be heard all over the neighborhood. The fur went flying, but Tom didn’t hit her, but the verbal abuse was horrible. Words and mews that only the alley cats would say came out of each of Tom and Jean’s mouths. The little kittens were scared, and Cuss felt a tad guilty for he knew why this unsettled evening was bad. After some time the house became quiet, and all seemed to be back to normal.

To be continued….

I promise soon a new litter will come, and a little sister kitty will be added to the family. But not today.

That’s all for now…

Junk, Stuff, and Health

What Do I Do With All Of This Stuff?

Each day I park in my driveway, and wish that I could park my car in the garage.  Each day I say to myself, “You need to get rid of this stuff.  You don’t need it, and you’re not using it.  Either take it and give it away or sell it at a garage sale.  Just do something.”  Ever had those exact thoughts.  Maybe you have a storage unit, and you think, “Why do I have a storage unit.  I don’t need it, and besides that takes money away from me and my family.”

We Americans are known for our stuff.  We like to have the newest gadgets, and keep our mementos from years and years of collecting.  We seem to be attached to things, stuff and junk.  We are emotionally attached to these items.  Some of these we’ve had since our childhood, and we’re now at the age of 50, 60, 65, 70…. We don’t want to part with any of these items.  Think about it.  Look in your closets, your garage, your attic, and other storage areas.  Do you really need that stuff?  Do you take it out and share it with people, or do you keep hidden and safe and only you see it?

What we are finding is that people who store stuff, and junk are people who typically are unhealthy.  They come from a sense of lack, or a sense of not having enough of whatever…Could be that they even lack love in their lives.  That they don’t feel love, and haven’t felt love ever.  They use the stuff to give them a false sense of love and security.  What everyone needs to do is look at themselves and decide why they have all of  this stuff. 

There are many of us humans who believe that the more stuff we have the more likeable we are, or the more we are loved.  Christmas is around the corner, and we are, especially here in America, notorious for giving our kids many gifts.  Some of these will be cherished and honored, and some will not.  I believe in gifts and I LOVE getting presents even at the age of 46.  I also know that I really do have way too much stuff.  Most of which I don’t use any more.  My garage as you know is full, but I also one of those Americans who  have a storage unit. 

I’m not advising anyone to get rid of specific collections, antiques,  or specific heirlooms.  For many that is pure enjoyment, and they like looking, hunting and dealing with people for those specific items.  They usually have an area set up just for those kind of displays.  That’s healthy collecting.  Many of us, me included, just have stuff, because we might need it someday, or our best friend from 2nd grade gave it to us. 

Ask yourself these questions: 1) What is my intention for keeping this item? 2) Have I used this item in the last year? 3) Am I really interested in making a display with these items? 4) Am I keeping this because I need it to help me feel loved?  5) What is my emotional attachment to this item, stuff or junk?

When you answer these questions chances are very high that you’ll find out why you keep the stuff.  If you want to keep the item(s) then make a display with them, and show them off.  You’ve kept it this long; show your guests, friends and family.  If you aren’t using any item then find a place to donate it; even if you donate to Goodwill or the Salvation Army.  They can usually find ways to use the items.  Many of these items will be recycled by them.  That’s being healthy for our planet.

As the Green Movement Says: Recycle, Reuse, Reduce

 

Tom Katte Family

Hi Folks,

Here is more of the story of the Tom Katte Family.  I hope you are enjoying this story.  I’m enjoying writing the story.

Tom Katte Family Continued…
By Carrie Fleharty

Fuss and Cuss were in competition of their Dad’s love and admiration whether they realized this has yet to be determined.  Fuss and Cuss were treated exactly the same.  Right or wrong doesn’t matter.  That’s the way the kids were treated by Tom and Jean.  They wanted to say that the two were loved equally.  Equality is not all that it’s cracked up to be.  Just ask Cuss. 

After the move life was good as far as the outside world could tell.  There are times and often the house would rock with the sound of loud mews and outstanding crashes.  Tom and Jean would scratch and mew their differences very loudly.  Tom expected to get his way, and Jean hated to always back down to his very ways.  Then again…Jean was controlling and wanted to control her life.  Tom wanted to control everything, and he wanted everyone to do things his way.  Truth be told his way was the only way.

This setup of the family made life more difficult.  Both Cuss and Fuss couldn’t understand that their feline parents could love that way.  The two boy kittys were scared at times.  Their home was not stable with that love, the parents could at anytime start the arguments that screamed of disharmony. 

Disharmony caused Fuss to do things more like his Dad, and do things to help out his Mom.  Cuss just seemed to want what he wanted, and that’s all that mattered to him.  He knew his Mom intervened for him between he and his Dad, and he and his brother Fuss.  All of this made the two small cats grow up with some mental health trouble.

Fuss grew up and unknowingly to him he was the most favored boy.  His parents would buy him the things that he wanted, and often buy Cuss the same type of thing or the very exact thing.  .  At times it seemed as if the two boys were treated as if they were twins.  They weren’t and the two especially Cuss hated that treatment.  They weren’t twins.  Never have been, and never will be, and the rift between the two boy cats began to widen.

Traveling they stopped at a major feline department store.  Cuss was having his birthday.  His Mom and Dad told him he could have anything he wanted in the store.  He chose a bright looking hammock type swing.  He knew that he could have that swing.  After diligently looking at every kind of toy, implement, cat perch in the store, and he had his mind set.  Guess what?  You bet…The feline parents said no. 

Cuss became enraged.  His claws came out, he hissed at everyone, and mewed so loud that it embarrassed his parents.  His Dad and Mom refused to purchase his cat hammock.  He didn’t understand why. After all they told him he could have anything he wanted.  So, you see, Cuss had reasons to have a chip on his shoulder.   He wasn’t like Fuss, or Dad, or Mom.  He was his own feline animality.  He might as well feel as if he was adopted.  For no one would treat their own biological cat son that way.  No one!

Tune in again in a few days hopefully sooner than this last one for more of the Tom Katte Family Story…Another litter is born, and they add a daughter.

That’s all for now…