Friday, July 26, 2013

What makes a champion?

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A champion is someone that is motivated.  This champion is driven.  If you are a champion, you have a lot of ambition and purpose in what you do. Blah, blah, blah………….What really makes a champion and where do they come from.

Yah, yah, I have heard all that, but what really make a champion.  Who are these people?

 
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A real champion comes from the depths of hell. Somewhere they have experienced or witnessed a great injustice. At this point, the choices are clear. Either shrivel up and blame themselves as somehow, this must be their fault...  or stand up and fight for what is right. The ones that stand up are the champions.
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This will happen as soon as they escape their tormenter. In the case of seeing the great injustice, this may happen immediately.  They vow to themselves never to be in that position again, or allow this to happen to anyone else.  They also vow that they will work towards stomping out whatever is the great injustice.

How they go about it is up to them. They may make a lot of money and give to charities. Become great members in the community and lead legislations towards this goal. This may not happen immediately but when they have the chance. They have developed the mindset to set things right. Even the score as you would say.

These injustices come from poverty or ignorance.  There are so many evil in this world that run rampant.  They want to make it right. If not for themselves then for others.  


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A champion will not talk about the evils that happened until probed. Then and only then will they talk about it. As tears are being fought back, a great pain will well up in their heart.  They know that even a small change will make a difference somewhere for somebody. It will help to heal their heart.  This is their motivation. This is why they are driven and why they have ambition and purpose

Saturday, July 20, 2013

New to this world



I am new to this blogging thing. So far, I like it Love it in my element whoop whoop happy dance. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by all of it. All the advice you receive search out.  All the competition you have, although, I look at it as a way of connecting to people of the same interests. Moreover, people with different views. Maybe this is what I need.  Unfortunately, if you are not that Tec Savvy there are so many obstacles.  I like to learn new things but they change to fast for this 50-year-old brain.                                   pamelarichardson.blogspot.com
I have to ask myself where I want to go with this Blog. What do I want to achieve out of this whole experience.  Status?  Money?  Fame?  Not really but if it happens it happens. I rather doubt it though.

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Whom do I want as an audience? Who is my audience?  Who am I?  How do I express my thoughts? I do not want to sound whinny or insecure to other people.  Although, and if you have been reading my blog I think you know what I will say next. You guessed it. The C.O. already thinks I am whinny and insecure. Of course, his opinion does not really matter.

 How will it changed my life or will it? Will it improve my communication skills?  So far, yes. I do believe my writing skills and spelling are improving with each post. I have been reading many other peoples blogs. I have found many of them interesting. Of course, they are all personal blogs because I do not want to overload my brain with anything other than what I want.  After all it is an over 50 brain.
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This is a business, sure if I want to make money and who does not want to do that. I have reached out to some of the free promote your business/blog with us. A representative will can me and discuss all that they can do for me. They will ask “Mrs. Richardson what is your business”,” It is a personal blog I will reply.”  Here I am in limbo. I have only been doing this for 1 ½ months.  Of course, when the C.O. and I first started the business we are currently running, we invested money to get started.  I think there is a big different though. What are the right avenues? Do I spend money to promote my blog and why?  What is the rate of failure? Do some just give up or move onto a new beginning somewhere else.

Who are the people that feel the need to write a personal blog? Is it for the same reason as I?
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I like to read the first post ever by successful blogs. Although I wonder if they have gone back and edited it many times after publishing it because they thought of a better way to say what they wanted to say. On the other hand, do they just let it rip and try to improve on the next one. I do not know about you but there is a few moments of doubt that what I just wrote was stupid and no one will like it.  I feel intimidated by professional looking about me pages. Although I mostly enjoy blogs about how others feel inadequate. I love all the communities and different opinions.

I think I will stay here awhile.

Thursday, July 18, 2013

A man is only as good





A Man is Only as good as his word




You have to be a man of your word.  Man/woman whatever you are. I try very hard to keep my word but sometimes things happen beyond my control. It could be anything from forgetting to roll up the hose in the back yard to leaving the coffee pot on all day and burning the bottom of the pot. That has not ever really happened. It's just an example.




I will say, “It will never happen again.” Then six months a year go by and BAM it happens again. So at this point, I am no longer a woman of my word. I did say, “It will never happen again” didn’t I?

After all your word is everything.  That’s what relationships are based on right. Keeping your word. No matter what. This is just too difficult and to many things keep happening that are out of my control (my aging mind). A bird flew by and distracted me, I had to answer the phone or just the old “that wasn’t me” “I wasn’t even in the room.”  Whatever, it was me and I did it again. There is no way I can weasel my way out of it. I have to take it like a woman and admit it was me.  I did it and I promise, “It will never happen again.” Dam did I just say that again.

Sure, I tell little white lies just like the rest of you. Mostly just to get by and go along.  I don’t say anything that would damage anyone, sometime I do it to keep from damaging someone. That is the norm and very sociably acceptable. I think it is expected. You know, does he really need to know that I don’t like the pants he wearing. The pants that he really thinks are great looking on him. That’s just a courtesy; after all, he doesn’t need to know they are 25 yrs. out of style!!

From now on the words, “It will never happen again “will never again flow from my lips. I promise, “It will never happen again.”

This is my flow of things

Monday, July 15, 2013

Game addictions


I am proud to say. I have recovered from and I now am willing to talk about it.

Facebook game addiction.
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 I was up to sustaining six games a day.
 (I know, I know)  how can any one do this? It started innocently enough. You know a game here and there.  It all started with Farmville.

When I first Joined face book I was excited. WOW, I can keep in touch with of my family and friends. I quickly set up my page and sent off invitations (friend request).  Like I really needed to friend my brothers and sister all I really need to do is call. WOHOO they want to be my friends. Now we can get down to business and have lots of laughs.

 Everyone was playing games. All I saw was game posts. Why are they not likening my posts? I thought. They are there (I can see them) but not one of them was paying attention to me.  
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What is this Farmville stuff?  OUGGG! AHHH! I gave in. I downloaded my first app...  All of a sudden, everyone wanted to be my friend.


The C.O. went along with it for a while but started getting irritated. We would be in the middle of something and I would just jump up. I had to harvest my tulips so my teammates and I could move closer to the Top. We would win a prize. You know a Doodad that we could zing a ding on our page.  No real prize, just did not want to disappoint my friends that joined me in this (whatever project).

I have a competitive nature so I was always trying to get more levels then all my other friends. I mean really. I got to where I did not care if your son had a birthday party. I do not want to see the pictures, play Farmville already and ask for a dingy so I can give you one and get one in return.

My next adventure took me to Treasure Island. That was short lived, not my cup of tea
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Then came petville. I worried he was going to be put in the pound.  If I did not get in there and feed him on time.  Sometimes I would have to spend all my Kibbles (do not remember what they are really called) Just to keep him out of jail for one hour. I was stressed!

My worst addiction was My Tribe. I did not want them to die. Thank GOD!, I finally found the fountain of youth. They would live forever!  I could finally sleep at night. No one was going to die ever again.

These games are free and awesome, but are they really?

When my sons were little we always had Nintendo or whatever was the latest game doodad for them to play with. I let them play after the day was done and homework was finished and on the weekends.  One night as I was lying in bed I woke to a strange sound. Beep bop beep rrrammm beep. I got up to see what this could possibly be.  It was one of my sons playing a stupid game. “What are you doing?" I asked.

“I am Playing Zombies,” he mumbled back to me without his eyes leaving the screen.  His eyes all glazed over.  His fingers moved quickly over the game controller as he swaying back and forth.

I stood there in the doorway puzzled as to why anyone would be so obsessed “It 3:00 am in the morning get back to bed”. “Why do you want to play these crazy games all the time?” I asked.

One day while I was playing my games during the middle of the day one of my son’s girlfriends messaged me and wanted to chat. I said not now I only have a few minute to play my game. I do not want to be bothered.

Two minutes later, the phone rang.

“Mom what are you doing, your Busted!  HAHAHA” said my son.

I knew then I was addicted.  I am here to say that I know the evils of this innocent pass time. I know that there are people out there that can handle a little fix here and there. I am not one of them. It has been a long hard path but I can safely say I am now over my addiction.
Yes I do care if your son has a birthday and I do care if you had a bad day. Thank you all my Facebook friends for staying with me during my hard times. I will never use again