looking for the simplest way to apply to basebords, under cabinets without using a spoon or straw.

In the early 1990s when was caught in the grips of addiction, I roamed the Lower East Side of Manhattan with the sole mission to stay loaded every minute of my life. At Houston Street and Avenue A was an apartment building called “Red Square.” On the roof was a statue of Lenin and a clock with misplaced numbers. Painted near the clock was the phrase “Waste Not A Moment.”

The statue and the clock are still there, but the phrase that antagonized me while I wasted my moments is gone. Those wasted moments of my early 20s can be traced back to the day I discovered how easy it was to break into my parent’s liquor cabinet and began mixing not-so tasty drinks for the other neighborhood children. Of course, being only in elementary school, I didn’t understand that “mixing” drinks, meant mixing with “mixers” – like soda. My concoctions featured gin mixed with the rum and the vodka, etc. I stood at the bar mixing away and telling jokes while my peers sat on the couch bristling and chattering in the excitement of being “bad.” It was fun. Whether the drinks tasted good was not the point. I reveled my new “Dean Martin” identity much more than the one I truly held of a very sad little girl secretly taunted by the feeling that her mother didn’t love her. When my parents eventually discovered the raided liquor cabinet, my older sister took the fall for my offense. I suppose that as far as my parents were concerned, I was too young to even be on the list of suspects. I can still hear my sister pleading her innocence as I sat on the couch listening with my mouth shut.

It didn’t take long before what started like an occasional toe in the water transformed into a daily ritual. For me, the phrase “getting ready for school” meant smoking pot through a makeshift tin-foil and toilet-paper roll bong while dangling my torso out my bedroom window. My mother sat smoking cigarettes at the kitchen table, staring into the curio cabinet while “golden oldies” blasted on the AM radio. On her way out the door for work at the local post office where she was the head clerk, she would bang 3 times on the wall to tell me it was my turn to leave and go to school. I HATED the banging and had repeatedly asked her to call me by name rather than bang on the wall. The BANG-BANG-BANG made me feel even more powerless and the lack of love and connection more profound. The incessant emptiness that developed in the pit of my stomach needed relief and I suppose drugs did the trick.

Since my parents seemed unhappy, I looked around for heroes and settled on tormented writers and rock stars who died of drug overdoses – as well as Judy Garland. I would get stoned and listen to Janis Joplin or Judy Garland, identifying with their pain while extolling and emulating their inability to live life. If only I could splash my pain all over a stage somewhere! They were so lucky! So as I wandered the Lower East Side at the time it was Disneyland for drug addicts, the “Waste Not A Moment” sign constantly tapped me on the shoulder to remind me that I was making causes for a miserable life.

I now see my childhood heroes as tragic and deluded as I was. They spoke to my pain. Today I try to find heroes who speak to the best in me, not the worst. Every day is another opportunity to plant more seeds of success. Like this blog… I am writing it in the hope that I can turn my experiences into something that may give someone hope and may help someone somewhere.

Take action to plant seeds of success! Here are some quick tips you can use today:

• Let go of negative feelings. It’s true that people may have done you wrong in the past, but they may as well be doing you wrong today if you hold on to resentments. Free yourself with forgiveness.

• Surround yourself with positive people. If you don’t know any positive people yet, sign up to volunteer somewhere. Volunteering will also help if you feel lonely or isolated.

• Exercise. We all know that exercise elevates mood. I know that when I’m feeling depressed, it is often next to impossible to get out of my own way and move! I get it – but the truth is, I get better a day at a time by taking action in SPITE of how I feel. That’s how it works – we take action and THEN we feel better – not the other way around.

I hope you enjoyed this post. Please be good to yourself!  Visit me at Fandha.com – Don’t Go Into Your Mind Alone.

Trillion dollar spending plans, multibillion dollar bailouts, and now…here it comes. Higher taxes.
Oh yeah, I’ve heard the Obama hype about all the “tax cuts” that the middle class folks are gonna get. But that’s all it is…hype!
“WASHINGTON – President Barack Obama is sending his Treasury secretary and budget director to Capitol Hill on Tuesday to defend his proposed tax increases, which are being met with misgivings by both Republicans and Democrats in Congress.
Lawmakers in both parties question Obama’s call to reduce high-income earners’ tax deductions for the interest on their house payments and for charitable contributions. Also drawing fire is his proposal to start taxing industries on their greenhouse gas pollution — a move sure to raise consumers’ electric rates.”
Now for those who forget the many things made from oil – and oil refineries will fall under this new tax increase proposal – let us take a minute and review. These products are made from oil. So…not only will we pay higer taxes for fuel, both gas for our cars and heating oil, but when we go shopping, we will also pay higer prices for the following products, because those increased taxes to the manufacturers will be passed along to us…
Products Made From Oil
Clothing Ink
Heart Valves
Crayons
Parachutes
Telephones
Enamel
Transparent tape
Antiseptics
Vacuum bottles
Deodorant
Pantyhose
Rubbing Alcohol
Carpets
Epoxy paint
Oil filters
Upholstery
Hearing Aids
Car sound insulation
Cassettes
Motorcycle helmets
Pillows
Shower doors
Shoes
Refrigerator linings
Electrical tape
Safety glass
Awnings
Salad bowl
Rubber cement
Nylon rope
Ice buckets
Fertilizers
Hair coloring
Toilet seats
Denture adhesive
Loudspeakers
Movie film
Fishing boots
Candles
Water pipes
Car enamel
Shower curtains
Credit cards
Aspirin
Golf balls
Detergents
Sunglasses
Glue
Fishing rods
Linoleum
Plastic wood
Soft contact lenses
Trash bags
Hand lotion
Shampoo
Shaving cream
Footballs
Paint brushes
Balloons
Fan belts
Umbrellas
Paint Rollers
Luggage
Antifreeze
Model cars
Floor wax
Sports car bodies
Tires
Dishwashing liquids
Unbreakable dishes
Toothbrushes
Toothpaste
Combs
Tents
Hair curlers
Lipstick
Ice cube trays
Electric blankets
Tennis rackets
Drinking cups
House paint
Rollerskates wheels
Guitar strings
Ammonia
Eyeglasses
Ice chests
Life jackets
TV cabinets
Car battery cases
Insect repellent
Refrigerants
Typewriter ribbons
Cold cream
Glycerin
Plywood adhesive
Cameras
Anesthetics
Artificial turf
Artificial Limbs
Bandages
Dentures
Mops
Beach Umbrellas
Ballpoint pens
Boats
Nail polish
Golf bags
Caulking
Tape recorders
Curtains
Vitamin capsules
Dashboards
Putty
Percolators
Skis
Insecticides
Fishing lures
Perfumes
Shoe polish
Petroleum jelly
Faucet washers
Food preservatives
Antihistamines
Cortisone
Dyes
LP records
Solvents
Roofing
Obamas Budget Director , Peter Orszag, had this to say:
“Orszag has acknowledged that the energy proposal would increase costs for consumers, but he argues that the vast majority of consumers will get tax breaks elsewhere in Obama’s budget package.”
Really! I wonder…just how many tax breaks for us working stiffs does this spendulous bill have?
How f@cked up does this whole thing have to get, before people wake up to how badly we are going to get screwed?http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090303/ap_o…