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In the immortal words of Hügo the Philosopher

So true...

Is it Really a Secret?

My brother told me about a movie – The Secret. It’s web site dub's it a

...ground-breaking feature length movie presentation reveals The Great Secret of
the universe...

According to them (the movie), The Great Secret is knowing about and understanding what they call The Law of Attraction. In a nutshell, the Law of Attraction is that whatever you think and feel will most likely present itself to you in your life. For example, if you are always grumpy and get upset easily, then you will attract to you grumpy easily upsetable people in your life. On the other hand if you are a positive upbeat person, those types of people with ‘manifest’ themselves into your life.

The claim is you can also use this Law of Attraction to get things that you want such as

… unlimited joy, health, money, relationships, love, youth: everything you have
ever wanted...

To make a $1,000,000, you need to start visualizing you already own a $1,000,000. The feelings you generate while visualizing you already own $1,000,000 will ‘project’ $1,000,000 thought energy which in turn will actually bring about situations or opportunities that will help you become a millionaire.

Interesting???? Of course it is. Skeptical??? A little.

I am already a firm believer that you are able ‘choose’ what happens to you in your life and that you always have the power to change anything about yourself by simply making the choice to do so. I also have long identified that the platitude “Good things happen to good people” tends to be more true then it is false so I find it an easy transition understanding the Law of Attraction and its proposal of 'positive thinking gains positive results'.

Just last night, after Kellee and I watched the movie for the first time, I asked and visualized for Braun, our new born son, to sleep better. This morning when I got up for work Kellee informed me that he slept from 12:30 am all the way though to 05:00 am. That’s good for him. Kellee was pleased that he was able to sleep more then 2 hours at a time. I know it’s a small thing and it may just be a coincidence but it was kind of neat to see it happen.

We were both very tired and did not watch the full movie so the verdict is still out as to whether or not I buy into the whole Secret thing. I have seen, heard, read about these ideas for years so nothing is really new to me and I just can’t shake the thought that someone has used the ol' cut & paste technique to create this secret thing just for money gains. It is true, in my mind, that positive thinking can make your life better but it just seems they are sticking the proverbial carrot out in from of you to get you to follow. Generally once people hop on a bandwagon, what ever it is, they tend to loosen up their purse strings and make the leader rich. Reminds me to much of church. We all know what they want when that basket is passed. I just can’t shake the feeling of religion when I look at this.

Tell you what, take a look for yourself and let me know what you think.

Reverend John Fluff

The Reverend John Fluff was the pastor in a small town in Ireland. One day he was walking down the high street when he noticed a young lady of his congregation sitting in a pub drinking beer. The Reverend wasn't happy.
He walked through the open door of the pub and sat down next to the woman.
"Miss Fitzgerald", he said sternly. "This is no place for a member of my congregation. Why don't you let me take you home?"
"Sure", she said with a slur, obviously very drunk.
When Miss Fitzgerald stood up from the bar, she began to weave back and forth. The Reverend realised that she'd had far too much to drink and grabbed her arms to steady her. When he did, they both lost their balance and tumbled to the floor.
After rolling around for a few moments, the Reverend wound up on top of Miss Fitzgerald, her skirt hiked up to her waist.
The pub landlord looked over and said, "Oy mate, we won't have any of that carrying on in this pub." The Reverend looked up at the landlord and said, "But you don't understand, I'm Pastor Fluff."
The landlord nodded and said, "Ah well, if you're that far in, you might as well finish."

What Part of you Body Goes to Heaven First?

The nun teaching Sunday School was speaking to her class one morning and she asked the question, "When you die and go to Heaven...which part of your body goes first?"

Suzy raised her hand and said, "I think it's your hands."

"Why do you think it's your hands, Suzy?"
Suzy replied, "Because when you pray, you hold your hands together in front of you and God just takes your hands first."

"What a wonderful answer!" the nun said.
Little Johnny raised his hand and said, "Sister, I think it's your feet."
The nun looked at him with the strangest look on her face. "Now, Little Johnny,why do you think it would be your feet?"
Little Johnny said, "Well, I walked into Mommy and Daddy's room the other night. Mommy had her legs straight up in the air and she was saying, "Oh God, I'm coming!"
"If Dad hadn't pinned her down, we'd have lost her."
The Nun fainted.

Blast from the Past

Hello to all 2 of my loyal fans out there! I was going throught my old bookmarks I found one for my fist blog. It has pics of Kellee and my wedding and a few cute ones of Rown.

Hope you Enjoy!

Five Minutes In

The end was near, the count down of the all too familiar 10... 9... 8... was soon upon me and I was feeling a little melancholy.

This New Years Eve was spent at home with my family – who all happened to be asleep as the countdown quietly rang in my head. Feeling that I had to some how mark the transitions between old and new, I poured myself a Guinness, woke my dog and pulled her outside to sit on the back porch to watch the winter moon. With one hand wrapped around a pint and the other scratching Nikka’s ear, I toasted the waxing winter moon welcoming in the newest year yet. Thoughts of debauchery and craziness of past New Years raced in my head as I could not shake the feeling that I was some how missing out this time 'round. The crisp winter night air quickly chased me back inside so I followed the very willing Nikka back into the house only to hear the beeping of my watch marking the official Timex 0000 hrs. Seemingly, another sad reminder of the fact that I was “not doing anything for New Years”. I felt the erg to give my Nana a call thinking that she would answer with the always expected cheerful “Happy New Year!” When she was alive, it did not matter where I was, I always knew that I could call Nana just after midnight knowing she was waiting for a call. I miss that. Still feeling down I decided to do the rounds in my house to get my New Years kiss fix. First was Rownan, he didn’t even budge when I wished him a Happy New Year. I startled Braun with a kiss on the cheek but he stayed sleeping. Kellee was so tired I am not sure it even registered what I whispered into her ear. When I was done I retreated back to the kitchen to finish my pint and sulk some more when I heard foot shuffles down the hallway. Rownan was up. He walked right past me with a “just woke up – eyes still adjusting to the bright lights look”. I called to him and he sleepily informed me that he had to pee. After he was done, I carried him to bed and laid him down whispering to him again “Happy New Year Buddy” and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Now remember he is three and we have never wished him a Happy New Year before while he was awake nor had we talked about it to him.

His response with hugging arms was

“Happy New Years to you Dad.”

Now THAT was the New Years Eve something special I was looking for.

Two things I had leaving his room - a big smile and a tear in my eye.

Five minutes into 2007 and I already have had a Happy New Year - not bad...

Thnx Rown