Ladies, would you like to reignite your mates passion and have him look at you the way he used to? The art of seduction is just that, an art. It can be learned and practiced.  Many of our Mothers thought once you got your man, his continued interest was assured. Smart women of today know better. Today’s men are more sophisticated and demanding. Times have changed and we no longer believe the way to a man is through his stomach. To keep your man continually interested in a passionate love life, you alone will have to pique that interest.

In order to master the fine art of persuasion, you must first know your subject. Men are human beings and differ greatly in their particular tastes.Think about what turns him on, turns him off, and gets his attention. Use all that knowledge to develop a simple plan of enticement. Does he like sexy lingerie, long blonde hair, or certain types of music? Think all these things through and use them to thrill him. All you are really going to do is consciously make yourself appealing to him. Get down to details to really be effective.

Some men actually find it appealing that their mate would go to lengths to please them. Others may be insulted that such a thing could actually be planned and contrived. Deciding whether to let your mate know this fact is up to you. One word of advice. Whatever you do, don’t let them know until after you have achieved desired results. Wait until you have him where you want him before you even think about letting him in on your secret. And then, proceed with caution! Once you let your secret out, it will be much harder to use it in the future, if ever necessary.

Now what you actually do, is plan to appeal to all his senses. Men are very visual and react to what they immediately see. We don’t want to be overly anxious, so let’s start out slowly. For example, while your man sits in his usual chair and watches television or whatever he does late one evening, enter the room in a totally different nighttime attire. Maybe sexy new lingerie, or one of his old Nascar racing shirts, you know what to try. Stretch out near him and slowly and naturally begin to shave your legs with lotion. Wipe off each razor stroke with a towel and act uninhibited. Smell good and look good. Be consciously sexy. If you feel sexy, you will be. These types of planned moments can really get his motor going.

Think of other ways to appeal to him, other than visually. Use his sense of smell, wearing the cologne he likes, not what you like. Stroke his hair and the back of his neck, to stimulate touch. Play his favorite soft music when he least expects it to set the mood. And go out of your way to make him comfortable. I guess appealing to his stomach really is important! Don’t forget the lost art of communication and conversation. Looking into his eyes and talking about anything earnestly can be a big turn on. The point is you have made time just for the two of you and have  given him your undivided attention. You have made his satisfaction and fulfillment your priority. All of us respond to such consideration. That is usually what draws us apart to start with. The daily demands of a busy life take precedence over what is really most important.

Become a willing sexual partner, not just a complying partner. There is a difference and men are very aware of this. Slow down, play particular attention to ignored sexual behavior. Remember when you first met and  these encounters were looked forward to with anticipation? Think those days through and make him remember what it was that was so special about them. Refresh his memory. Do not worry about the fact you look different or have gained weight. Our mates see us as we see them, with love. We women do not give them enough credit for this. We actually condemn ourselves. Be confident and take your time as a willing partner.

The art of seduction can be planned in great detail or become small habits that we use spontaneously. Think about what appeals to your mate, and plan perfect times to practice and use the great power you hold. Be creative and have fun. Familiarity and routine breed boredom. Spice up your life and his and gain greater emotional attachment. Remember, practice makes perfect in all things, including the not so subtle art of seduction.

I, am a myspace.com user and recently did an online date search and came across this person that claimed to be a female from Allen, Texas but in South Africa in a model pageant for Faces of Africa.

So we chatted a couple days and she asked for a way to transfer money to my account so I can buy us a place. So I told her to use Western Union, of course she has no clue on how to use Western Union. This brought up red flags. A model from Texas don’t know how to use Western Union? Okay I dug a little deeper and gave her an location of a Western Union in Nigeria, Africa. Also told her to forget the place I have a place for us to live .

Well the scam was revealed she went on to say she did not really have enough money for a plane ticket back to the states, could I send some? Well in the beginning she forgot she had told me she had money also enough to send me some. Warning if you are asked to have money sent to you by an person from out of the U.S. do not trust them right away, also google “Nigerian scams” and you’ll see why!

BEWARE MYSPACE users she or him, “if this is a new scam ring” want your account info to take you for all you have.

The hunting of animals is not a “sport,” it is an act against nature.  A “sport” is usually defined as a match between two or more equally skilled opponents.  There is no “sport” in a game where an animal has no idea he is involved in a deadly contest.  There is no contest when one party is armed and the other party is literally defenseless, and is nothing more than a live, animated, target.

Every year, thousands of hunters take to America’s fields and forests in an attempt to bag a “trophy.”   Their unsuspecting quarry may be anything with feathers or fur.  Millions of deer, doves, ducks, bear and other animals are killed, and thousands more are crippled and maimed.  These animals are left to die slow, lingering deaths, as a result of their wounds.  And this is all done under the guise of sport and conservation.

In an attempt to sterilize their so called “sport,” hunters even gloss over their grisly kills with words they deem less offensive to the non-hunting public.  Hunters don’t kill animals…they “harvest” them.  They treat sentient creatures like they are corn, or a  type of crop to be harvested.   Inoffensive animals like groundhogs, squirrels, fox, prairie dogs and coyotes, are referred to simply as, “varmints,” or “pests.”

In nature, every animal has a specific niche or purpose.  None of these animals were created to simply be shot on sight for someone’s sick idea of recreation.  Contrary to the amount of non-sensical propaganda supplied by state Wildlife Agencies to support the hunting lobby, most wildlife populations are self sustaining and need little interference from man.

Can anyone explain to me how killing a 13 ounce squirrel with a 12 gauge shotgun be “sporting”?   Or for a grown man to conceal himself in a corn field and shoot mourning doves during the height of their nesting season?  And what effect does hunting exert on animals like doves, geese, ducks and others that mate for life?  These animals rarely, if ever, seek another mate once their original mate is killed.

In Alaska, hunters pay exorbitant rates to hire helicopter pilots who locate wolves and then run them to exhaustion.  The hunters either shoot them from the air, or land and kill the terrified animals as they lay exhausted on the ground.  Again, where is the “sport”?

In the western part of the country, hunters kill scores of mountain lions every year, and in the process leave hundreds of cubs orphaned.  These cubs still entirely dependent on their mother for survival, usually wander aimlessly and are eventually found dead from starvation or predation from other animals.  “Sporting”?

The hunting of black bears usually involves shooting these large, lumbering animals over baited sites.  Another more popular method is by chasing the animals with hunting dogs.  The dogs force the animal to seek safety in a tree.  The hunters arrive and claim their prize, by shooting the animal out of the tree.  If it is a sow with cubs, the list of orphaned animals grows larger.

Unfortunately, one of the most popular forms of hunting, is bowhunting.  This is by far, the most hideous, and cruelest type of hunting imaginable.  Rarely, if ever, an animal dies instantly, but rather slowly bleeds to death.  In fact by the hunters own admission, clearly written in one of their popular hunting magazines, is a dismal but interesting fact.  For every deer killed by a bow hunter, another escapes to die a slow, lingering, death as a result of its wounds.  This translates into a horrific 50% crippling and wounding rate!

When hunters shoot an animal with a bow, they have to track the animal by closely following its blood trail.  In most cases, if the razor sharp arrow passes completely through the animal, it will flee saturating vegetation on both sides of its trail in blood.  The animal eventually collapses and dies from massive loss of blood and the hunter claims his prize.  I could hardly find “sport” in watching an animal run itself to death, bleeding profusely every step of the way.

If we add all the animals wounded by firearms and muzzle loaded weapons, to the devastation caused by bow hunting alone, the pain and suffering inflicted on these animals is incomprehensible.  How can we as human beings find this type of activity ”sporting” or worse yet, acceptable.

In defense of their “sport,” hunters claim that by killing animals they prevent them from overpopulating and starving to death. Nothing could be further from the truth.  The millions of animals that are wounded by hunters each year become immobile, and are unable to forage for food. The secondary cause of their death is, “starvation,” the very thing the hunters claim to prevent!   In the end, hunting is nothing more than an act against nature, with nothing but devastating consequences for wildllife populations.

In a civilized society, we must learn to extend the circle of compassion to all living things.  So remember, when someone tells you about the benefits of hunting, kindly use some of their own ammunition against them.  You can start by reading this article.

We never know when love is going to hit us. When, where, or even why. But it does and sometimes we aren’t expecting it, most times in fact. Well one day it hit me and it hit me hard. I can remember the exact date,  June 2, 1995. It was around 10:45 in the morning. I had gone the local Animal Protective League, like I did about once every month to look at and pray for the animals to get a good home. I was a little early and they didn’t open until 11:00, but you could wait in the lobby. There were others there as well, those looking to adopt a pet and those looking to surrender an animal.  I couldn’t help but to notice the Hispanic woman next to me with the puppy who was so ugly that it was cute. She was lovingly talking to the puppy and I was thinking that surely she wasn’t surrendering it. I leaned over to her and asked, “Excuse me, are you turning that puppy in?”  “Yes”, she answered, “I am, I found her in an empty apartment in my building and I already have two dogs and I can’t keep her.” With out hesitation and obviously without thought, I blurted out, ” Can I have her?” Tears welled up in the woman’s eyes as she hugged me and then said, “Yes, I was hoping that someone would want her, I didn’t want to turn her in. Thank you, thank you so much.” With that, I took the puppy from her, thanked her and we left.

So much was running through my mind as I was driving the forty minutes back home. What made me do this? Had I made a mistake? What was my mother going to say?(I lived with my mother at the time) What were my three girls going to say? And most importantly, what was I going to name her?  As it was when choosing a name for my children, a swirl of names went around in my head. But very quickly I settled on one, Daphne. I don’t know why or how, but Daphne it was and it seemed to fit. This was the beginning of what was to be a fourteen year love affair. The greatest love affair I am sure I will ever know.

Daphne fit right in with my family from the very start. I was if she were with us since birth.  She was affectionate, playful and very protective of me. She didn’t like to let others get too close to me, even my kids.  She had a little mischievious streak in her as well, but I could always tell when she had done something that she shouldn’t have. She had such a guilty look about her. But no matter how angry I got at her, she was always sorry and came to me to nuzzle me to get me to pet her. It was her way of telling me she was sorry.  One time Daphne grabbed my steak off of my plate and ran under the table with it. I dove under the table and wrestled it from her mouth. I was determined that I wasn’t going to have it but she wasn’t going to have it either. I was really angry at her that time.

Now I was told that I went overboard when it came to Daphne. She had to birthday parties, with the cake, ice cream and presents. For Christmas, she got almost as many gifts as my girls did. She definitely went on more vacations than I did. I have a sister who lived in Columbus, Ohio. She has a dog named Abby, who is Daphne’s cousin. So we would meet half-way between Cleveland and Columbus and Daphne would go home with her for a week and then vice versa. We did this quite often. Daphne looked forward to spending time with cousin Abby.

For the most part, Daphne got on quite well with my three girls, but then things changed. I had two more…twins. I knew how protective Daphne was of me and didn’t know how she would accept two small beings being around me. The twins were premature and came home at different times. I had read about how to introduce your dog to a new baby and felt that I was okay. When I brought the first baby home, I was sitting on the sofa and holding her low so that Daphne could see her and sniff her. I was talking to Daphne, introducing her to her new “sister”. Imagine my  surprise and horror when Daphne snipped at the baby’s head! She didn’t actually bite her, but came close. When I told my mother about what happened, she was hysterical and was saying about how Daphne had to “go”. Well I knew that wasn’t happening. I would have taken the baby back before I got rid of Daphne! “If she had wanted to hurt her, she would have”, I explained. Anyhow, I was a little more cautious with the babies around Daphne. As the grew older, the became good friends.

I remember the time Daphne and I went camping in Canada for Mother’s Day. It was awesome. I just wanted to be alone with my best friend in a place that I love, doing some thing I love. She had such a good time. She loved the outdoors as much as me. As she was getting older though, her eyesight was starting to fail. She could not tell the difference between a cat and a skunk, of which we lacked none where we lived. One summer alone, she was sprayed ten times!

It was hard watching Daphne getting older and slowing down. She had gotten a horrible case of arthritis. Still she enjoyed playing and running and she absolutely loved the snow. Then tragedy struck my life. In 2004 I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. It came on quite suddenly and really affected every aspect of my life. I sunk into a deep depression. I was to the point where I didn’t want live anymore. Even the love that I knew that I had from Daphne could not help at this point.

It was then that I made a major life changing decision. I had always wanted to live in either North or South Dakota, Montana, or Wyoming. So I had applied for jobs in all of those states. I ended up getting a job in North Dakota. I was upset about one fact though, I was not going to be able to take the love of my life….Daphne. The reason being was that there was no room for her in the van for her. Even if there were, she had arthritis so bad, that it would be too hard on her anyhow as it was taking me three days to drive there. I was heartbroken and I talked to her and prayed that she understood why I had to leave.

I prayed that she understood how much I loved her. Most of all, I prayed that she would not hate me. My mother agreed to keep Daphne for me and that made me feel better as I know she would be well taken care of. I killed me inside to leave her, I had to go, and go I did. We left in September 2005. My mother told me that Daphne sat in the window looking for me for three months. That broke my heart. I would call to talk to her. At first, I was told that her ears would perk up when she heard my voice, then as time when on, she would not even respond. The calls became less and less frequent as I had so much quilt about leaving her that it was easier for me. I rarely even asked about her when I spoke to my mother. I felt it was best that she just forget me.

My life went on, unfortunately, not as I planned. My health had plans of it’s own. My health gradually got worse and I was hospitalized numerous times. As a result of this, I ended up losing custody of my children. Social services felt that I was too sick to effectively care for them. They were either to be put into foster care or go to nearest relative. Their father was not involved in their lives, so that left the nearest relative being my mother. They were sent to her, back in Ohio. I was devastated and lonely. I felt I was being punished for being sick.

I remained in North Dakota for another eight months,until my apartment lease had expired. I then decided that I  would move back to Ohio to be closer to my girls. I would also be able to see Daphne again. She was quite old and quite ill. I knew this from the updates from the children.  I was scared to see her. Would she even know me? Most of all, would she still love me? I arrived back in Cleveland on the first of May 2008. I was overwhelmed with seeing my mother, my girls, and my Daphne. She was so old, so fragile, so crippled. But she was the most beautiful dog in the world to me. She seemed apprehensive at first, like she wasn’t sure of who I was, then she came to me. I petted her and said,” Hi beautiful, it’s me, mommy. I missed you so much.” I leaned my face down by hers and asked for a kiss. She obliged. I rubbed her head and told her how much  I missed and loved her. I could tell that she felt the same.

Daphne’s arthritis had become so severe that she could not go up the stairs anymore, so she slept downstairs alone. I really wanted her upstairs with me. Imagine my surprise one night as I am laying in one of my twins beds and I hear this strange noise. Not knowing what it is, I opening the bedroom door and there is Daphne walking up the stairs! My mother said that was the first time she has come upstairs in years. She obviously wanted to be with me. I was overjoyed, I wanted to be her was well. From that day on, Daphne came upstairs everyday. I felt like she put her pain aside to be with me.

My joy of being back with Daphne was tinged with concern as well. I saw that she was getting sicker. That is was getting harder for her to get up, that she was falling. I prayed for her, but she was fourteen and that was really old for a German Shepherd. Then one morning when Daphne and I were outside and she went pee, it was all blood. I totally freaked! The plan had always been to let her die a natural death, surrounded by love, but now something was really wrong. What to do? Later that day when I went to pet Daphne, she bit me. It really hurt. I knew that she wasn’t herself and that she was dying. I didn’t want her to suffer anymore though. I felt like it her time. I called the vet and made arrangements for her to be taken in that afternoon. I told the girls and they all agreed that they wanted to be there. I then went to the grocery store and bought Daphne a big piece of Bologna for the deli. It can sort of be looked at as her last meal. I then went to the pet store and they gave me some pink ribbon to put on her. I pampered her that whole day. I put the ribbon on her head and took pictures and she looked beautiful. I tried not to cry because I didn ‘t want to upset her. I think she could sense something was going on.

At five o’clock, my daughters, Daphne and I walked to the animal hospital. For the first time, she didn’t resist going in. Maybe she knew what was going to happen and she welcomed it. She sat quietly with the girls while I signed a few papers. Then the assistant showed us to the room. I have never heard my girls so quiet before. No one knew what to say or expect.  Another assistant then came into the room. He explained what was going to happen. He said that he need to put her up on the table now and shave her leg. I asked him if he needed help as Daphne was a big girl. He assured me that he could do it himself and he did. I was rubbing Daphne’s head, reassuring her quietly, while the assistant took her leg and shaved off a small area of fur. I told Daphne that it was okay.

The girls were silent and big eyed. Then the doctor came in. He introduced himself, took out a syringe filled with pinkish fluid. My head rubbing became more and more frantic. He looked for a vein and when satisfied that he had found the right one, he injected her leg with the syringe. She didn’t even flinch. But within seconds her head started to fall. Her head hit the table. Her eyes were still open. “This can’t be it”, I thought. Surely my dog isn’t dead this quickly. The doctor took out the syringe and told us that he would be back in five minutes. It would be an understatement to say that all hell broke loose. I could not believe that my beloved dog was lying there on this table in front of me. I was sobbing, the twins were wailing, the older girls were silently crying. The doctor then returned, took out his stethoscope, put it to Daphne’s heart, listened, then pronounced, “This dog is now dead”. The sobbing, wailing and crying became louder.

How do you say goodbye to your best friend? I don’t know. Daphne was truly the best friend that I have ever had. I don’t feel that I can honor her life enough. I feel as if she waited for me to return before she died. I think that she loved me that much. God put her in my life and for that I am eternally grateful. I miss her so much.

Most everyone in the world at one time or another has owned or wanted to own a pet. Coincidentally there are millions of abandoned animals in the world that were given up because their people made poor choices. Many times people look at how cute an animal is and that is the main factor in deciding to adopt the pet. Some of these pets require a lot of time, training and socialization which was not considered before the person obtained the pet. I’ll give a quick list of questions to ask yourself and consider in the hopes that one fewer animal need be abandoned or euthanized because of a lack of a proper home.

1: What sort of pet do I want?

Some people know right away that they want a dog or cat and others remain undecided until they actually see the pet. Large animals like horses, farm animals and very large dogs can be challenging to own and expensive in terms of upkeep plus they require a lot of training and socialization. Cats can require a lot of patience as they are an animal that refuses to be completely domesticated and like to do their own things. Small pets like rodents can be portable and are usually not loud or too messy but they do require frequent cage cleaning and sometimes people are put off by the animals, particularly rats. Birds vary with the time an energy it takes to care for them. They all require frequent cage cleaning and like attention from people.

Some like attention more than others and larger birds like Cockatoos have been known to scream if they feel neglected. Fish usually are good pets for people that like looking at something pretty but don’t have to interact with the pet too much. They are usually don’t require much looking after but the water needs to be clean or they will get disease. Reptiles vary in their care but keep in mind that many species eat other animals from crickets to rodents and are not a good pet if you have a problem with that.

I strongly discourage people from trying to make wild animals pets. In some places big cats, monkeys and apes are legal to obtain as pets but I think such ventures are fool hearty and will usually lead to heartbreak for the person, animal or both as wild animals can be aggressive even when raised from an infant by humans. Wild animals should remain wild.

2: Where should I obtain my pet?

Once you have determined what sort of animals you want to welcome into your home it’s important to figure out where to obtain that pet. The first choice is a reputable breeder. Many large animals or rare breeds can only be obtained through a breeder. Some may turn up elsewhere but it’s quite unusual. If you have something special in mind or wish to breed or show the animal a reputable breeder is the place to go.

Reputable breeders usually have very clean establishments, keep full documentation on their animals, have no hesitation to show you the facilities, only sell animals that have been weened at the appropriate time and have at least one parent on site. If a breeder refuses to show you the facilities, is evasive about answering questions or has sick, injured or filthy animals they are most probably a commercial breeder that cares only for money. Reputable breeders care about improving the breed and breed for health and the breed standard.

Another place to get a pet is a shelter or animal rescue program. There are two types of shelter. The first is often called the Pound. These are shelters run byy the city or county that they serve and are often run by the local animal control. Animals are usually euthanized after a certain amount of time if they are not claimed, adopted or rescued. The second type of shelter is a No-Kill shelter. These shelters are often run by an independent organization and do not euthanize animals no matter how long it takes to be adopted unless the animal is terminally ill or an endangerment to society. Animal rescue groups hold adoptions for animals they take in from shelters, find as strays or are surrendered by their owners.

Rescues may take various types of animals from Horses and Farm animals to Rodents, Birds and Reptiles. Though most rescue groups take in mainly dogs and cats. They often hold adoption events at pet stores, events or they are personally contacted by potential adopters.

Animals can also be obtained at pet stores. Most reputable pet store will not sell dogs or puppies. If there are puppies at a pet store most probably they come from puppy mills and may have serious physical and mental problems, some which last a lifetime. Puppy mills are horrible institutions in which animals are often either kept in cages or tied to dog houses and forced to breed every time a female goes into heat. Conditions are usually unsanitary and animals are often sick or abused.

Pet stores that are reputable usually have cats for adoption on a regular basis but not for sale. Small animals, birds, fish and reptiles are easy to obtain and usually all right to get from a pet store. Things to make sure of before purchasing such animals are that the cages are clean, there are no foul odors, animals are not scratching uncontrollably, fish tanks have clear water and there are no dead fish in the tanks. Petco should be looked upon with suspect because they rarely care for the animals the way they should. If you don’t like the way the animals are cared for don’t buy one because there probably will be a problem.

Do I have the time, space, patience and money to bring a pet into my life?

Most people love the thought of owning an animal but all too often the notion is more enjoyable than the outcome because people don’t have the time, money or patience that goes along with owning a pet. If one doesn’t have much time then  a dog wouldn’t be a good choice. A better choice might be a cat, small animal, fish or bird because such animals either want you on their own terms, like the cat, or require less attention. If space is an issue it’s good to limit your choices accordingly.

A Border Collie would go crazy and probably destroy half the apartment if left to it’s own devices all day with nothing to do. If one has limited space and wants a dog than either a small dog or a large dog that is often taken for a walk and inactive indoors is best. Pets are expensive to upkeep and take for vet care. A single medical procedure can start at a couple hundred dollars for a simple one up to thousands for complicated surgery and some animals may require daily medication.

Some pets like rodents, birds and reptiles may have difficulty finding a vet because most vets either work mainly on dogs and cats or large animals like horses. One must also be patient when training animals, particularly baby animals like dogs and horses. It’s best to start as early as possible with training and remember that what is cute in puppyhood is not so cute when the puppy is 60 pound half grown doing the same behavior. If you don’t want the animal to do the behavior as an adult don’t let it do that behavior as a puppy.

Those are a few things to consider before obtaining a pet. Pleas take them into consideration in order to make a good decision and not have another animal in shelters, rescue or on the street. Research well into what you want and make sure it is ideal for you and your family.

This is a statement of reality that turned political, but yet will probably mean nothing.

It’s now 2008 and the year is more then half way over and still with so many unanswered questions and the lost of why we are fighting anymore. In America we are told we have freedom, we have rights and we have more privileges then any other country, So why are we having what they call freedom taken away and our rights? Rest the souls who tried to help our country for the better, but we sit here with more and more things taken away.

Why hasn’t more people stood up for our rights and talked out about what our economy needs. We watch this government of ours spend our money that supposedly we don’t have, but yet rebuild anther country.  We use to have this freedom of speech right, but the over all outcome is that it’s been taken away from us. Americans have to sit back and suffer why our government decides others need the money and help more then we do.

We have this election going on as we do every 4 years and it’s the same old story being told every time this happens. Everyone who has ran for our president has said they will make a change, but what change were they really talking about? They say they will help with our health care coverage, but does that mean to raise the prices and get less coverage? For the working family they get less acknowledgment then those who choose to do nothing with their lives.

Growing up I bet a lot of people have been told you always have a choose. But when we start talking about making ends meet, feeding our families, keeping a job that isn’t going to decide they are closing their doors, or unaffordable coverage for our health. What chooses do we really have.

The real estate market is dropping at a rapid speed and they just now decided they would do a little something.

I think it’s time that politics get put to the side and their ego and help the ones who help them get into office and pay them to do what’s right for us.

Screaming and shouting… Does it really help? If you were to yell would someone hear you? Would anyone really care? Countless times I have seen people helpless and no one there to try. With millions of miles of land and billions of people, the world feels empty. This is why our world is the way it is. One person, just one person needs you, but yet we turn our backs and pretend it’s not happening to us. If for everyone person we would help, they themselves could help one and the person they help could help could help someone else. Trying seems to be the hardest thing for some to do. Stop and think for a moment if you were to see me sitting on a park bench with my head slopping and my hair sloppy what would be the first thing that would come to your mind? In your own mind what would you really think? We all have seen something that has us judging and do nothing. Truth is we are to scared to help.

Fear is an illusion of our emotions. Facts are if would stand together, we all would overcome this fear that assumes our lives and be united as one. This isn’t about you or me this is about our friends, family, neighbors, colleges, partners and the one we don’t know.

Hate and fear build a block of understanding. The two emotions that surround us from being strong as one instead of you and I.

It’s time to undo what we have done. Stand up and help. Stand for what’s right and understand that a helping hand is a strong hand.

Hebrews 11:6

And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him.

Someone told me about Jehovah. (yes, this is God’s name) I was a child and I believed.  As simple as that.  So faith was given to me, I had no control over it , today, as I did as a child, I remember his words.  My faith will not let me forget what God said about who I am.  A creation of his.  My life has been good in the sense that I am thankful for knowing that only one thing matters, my time with him is eternal.  Yesterday, today, tomorrow is all the same with Jehovah. It is the joy of just being life appreciated for myself because of him.  Being guided by this way of thinking all of my life, I am rich in being at peace with who I am.  My relationship with God strengthens my faith.  Then there are those who may not know.  How do they find the way to knowing God.

That God exist is as simple as knowing that the world turns and that the sun shines on the other side of the world when it’s dark on this side.

Even a computer will acknowledge that God exist. What’s so amazing about that , well the computer doesn’t have feelings. Since the computer is operating on logic and fact, there is logic and fact that God exist. The computer seeks and it finds.  It is no wonder who gave the computer all of it’s information.  The computer computes, it is possible that God exist.

How people define God himself as we try to think in the realm of the Almighty God Level, is beyond human understanding. There is the separation of the creation and the creator. Men may say what they will, but there is still the separation of human understanding and faith.  Jesus by evidence of his written words understood he himself was not the author of the words he spoke but it was that of our Heavenly Father who created the Heavens and the Earth.

And we know, It is written, Jesus said “I am the way and the truth and the life.  No one comes to the Father except through me.”  Jesus also said “If anyone loves me, he will obey my teaching.  My Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him.  He who does not love me will not obey my teaching.  These words you hear are not my own; they belong to the Father who sent me.  all this I have spoken while still with you.  But the Counselor, the Holy spirit , whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you.”  Wow, God will not allow us to forget his words.

It is written, Our Heavenly Father himself said ” As for me, this is my covenant with them,  My Spirit, who is on you, and my words that I have put in your mouth will not depart from your mouth, or from the mouths of your children, or from the mouths of their descendants from this time on and forever.”

And forever is beyond this written article, as the LORD has command.  It cannot be made more clearly,  when Jesus said “It is written:Man does not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God.”

In conclusion every word here that came from my mouth was put there by Our Heavenly Father, whose Holy spirit is on me.  And anyone one who will acknowledge him does so by faith.  God’s words will live forever.

What more is there?  The realities of life here on earth.

“Keala” is a Hawaiian word that translate to mean “The Path”. And it happens to be my mothers maiden name. A path can take you anywhere.  Everyone is on a path. The path to Our Heavenly Father leads to eternal life. What do people seek? Love, money, happiness. What sustains us when there is no love, no money, no happiness?  Know that it is God’s Word, that is what we seek. The words to take us forward on the path. It is written, Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your path straight.

“A Hui Hou ” is a Hawaiian word that translate to mean “Until We Meet Again”.

A Hui Hou, Crownflower

Have tried any distributor opportunities? Are you involved in one or two even three? Let me tell you it is not the pie in the sky as these companies would have you believe. By far, the up-line as they call them will talk you into joining a company that is doing billions a year in sales, its really simple, “I started part-time and make more now then my 9 to 5″ are you in?

Then you mention you have little money and/or no experience at advertising, Internet, sale or marketing. They’ll tell you that this is all so simple all that is done for you. Great so watch the catch? Well there is a one time fee to get started. Now this is where I should of did further research, because this beyond the truth. The fact is there is many other cost involved mainly service fees also product fees given to you at a discount. Of course in the beginning I was told I would not need to by any kind of stock because they’ll drop ship. Another lie, after you buy in your up-line will explain how you want at least so much on hand stock . Once again the lack of giving all details as they may call them gets in the way to become wealthy.

So a fair warning to all who want to do a distributor system, make sure you ask a lot of questions also do research along with be prepared for the unexpected. One more tip don’t quit your day job you’ll need the cash to run your distributorship.

Do you or someone that you know have a family member with Alzheimer’s?  If so, you are not alone.  This is a very personal subject for me and I am deeply touched by it.  My mom is an Alzheimer’s patient, and it can be very difficult to devote the time and attention that is needed for their care.  For those of you who cannot give the care that is needed, I wanted to offer a word of encouragement.  People will sometimes look at us as though we do not care about that family member simply because we cannot or do not have the time to devote to their needs.  If your family member is in the first stages of Alzheimer’s and can still talk and are mobile, then perhaps you can be supportive.  However, when they become completely immobile and unable to do anything for themselves, it is a whole new issue.

Life has it good days and bad ones and we must learn to take them as they come. If you can be there, then do so. If you have a family of your own and you work outside of your home, you can only do what you can when you can.  Please do not feel like you are neglecting that loved one simply because you have other responsibilities.  When my mom was mobile and able to feed herself, I did all that I could to help out.  We would go to get her and bring her into our home and keep and feed her.  We took her out to the malls with us and out shopping and for entertainment.  When the disease worsened, we could not do it as often.  It would sometimes take us up to forty-five minutes just to get her into our home and up the stairs. Your family may critique you about what you don’t do, but as long as you know you are doing the very best that you can, don’t beat yourself up.  God knows our hearts, and our little can mean so much more when given with love.  It is my prayer that this will be a blessing to someone who is struggling with not being able to spread themselves so thin that there is little to know room left for you.

Let someone share the load, it takes more than one to keep going at what seems like an endless task.