Hi all. I am very excited about a simple method that I have discovered for falling asleep quickly. I'm introducing it here so you can test it and let me know how well it works for you.
It isn't hypnosis but it is part of the relaxation that precedes hypnosis. I'm not going to type it out on the blog because anyone could read it and tell everyone else. As a matter of fact I haven't written it yet but it's so simple I think I can do it in one medium paragraph. I've read some other "methods" on the net and this is unique. Most of them start getting very wordy about the subject. If you would like to try it get in touch with me via email, the phone or whatever. When I have your okay and an email, I'll send you the method. I'm very curious to find out if it works for you as it has for me.
I was lying in bed about a week ago and was ready to sleep when I noticed something I was doing. I stopped doing it and was concentrating on calming that (area). The next thing I knew I was waking up the next morning. I remembered what I had been doing before I fell asleep so I tried it about three times since; It's worked every time. Please help me test this. There's no cost for the test.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
The Christmas Visitor
Jman and I picked out a Christmas tree a couple of weeks ago at least. We went to Home Depot and got a Frazer Fir. I didn't think it was the best tree but we got it and they cut off some of it and bundled it with the netting that we all are familiar with, unless we've gone to the artificial trees. I trimmed off a couple of low branches and fitted it into our tree stand. We left it outdoors because it was pretty early to bring a tree in the house. After about 5 or more days, I thought I should bring it in because I was afraid the water might freeze and crack my nice tree stand. The netting was removed and the tree stood untrimmed for a few days. I kept it watered but it would still be a while before we put on lights and then ornaments.
I came down one morning and Brooke was in the kitchen getting a lunch ready to take to work. We were exchanging pleasantries and as I left the kitchen I noticed Zeke was very interested in something under the "Coffin" chair. Before I could register what was happening something ran out from under the chair! My first thought, which didn't make sense, was that it was the mouse that we had lost in that area a few months ago. The time lapse is why it didn't make sense. The blurred vision of the creature also was not mouselike; too big. In another second I could see it was a chipmunk. Dammit, I don't like them in the house.
The frightened rodent was running around in circles and I stepped on him, not to squish or kill him but to capture him with the bottom of my foot.
I pinned his tail with my Croc, which with it's rubbery consistency held the animal motionless.
Brooke asked what she could do to help me without looking or getting in the same room. I said get me some leather gloves. She threw them within reach and I picked up our visitor and threw him/her out into the flower garden.
The poor creature's heart was beating a mile a minute...and so was the chipmunk's, haha. I kinda overdid the throwing of our uninvited guest but it landed in a soft spot.
We wondered how it got in? I don't think we have openings in our house so big that a chipmunk can enter. I'm pretty sure it was in the Christmas tree. When we brought it in the house it was like one of those people holding onto the tie down lines of an ill fated dirigible. Can't decide to let go or hold on, then it's too late. Your fate is sealed.
I only hope that our Christmas visitor wasn't Jesus in the form of a chipmunk. We treated him badly, stepping on his tail and throwing him out.
Merry Christmas again.
I came down one morning and Brooke was in the kitchen getting a lunch ready to take to work. We were exchanging pleasantries and as I left the kitchen I noticed Zeke was very interested in something under the "Coffin" chair. Before I could register what was happening something ran out from under the chair! My first thought, which didn't make sense, was that it was the mouse that we had lost in that area a few months ago. The time lapse is why it didn't make sense. The blurred vision of the creature also was not mouselike; too big. In another second I could see it was a chipmunk. Dammit, I don't like them in the house.
The frightened rodent was running around in circles and I stepped on him, not to squish or kill him but to capture him with the bottom of my foot.
I pinned his tail with my Croc, which with it's rubbery consistency held the animal motionless.
Brooke asked what she could do to help me without looking or getting in the same room. I said get me some leather gloves. She threw them within reach and I picked up our visitor and threw him/her out into the flower garden.
The poor creature's heart was beating a mile a minute...and so was the chipmunk's, haha. I kinda overdid the throwing of our uninvited guest but it landed in a soft spot.
We wondered how it got in? I don't think we have openings in our house so big that a chipmunk can enter. I'm pretty sure it was in the Christmas tree. When we brought it in the house it was like one of those people holding onto the tie down lines of an ill fated dirigible. Can't decide to let go or hold on, then it's too late. Your fate is sealed.
I only hope that our Christmas visitor wasn't Jesus in the form of a chipmunk. We treated him badly, stepping on his tail and throwing him out.
Merry Christmas again.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Storage Auction
I've been curious about what the storage auctions in this area might be like. I have been to a few auctions in the past and for the most part, I don't like them. There is so much waiting around for the item or items you are interested in to come up, you feel like it's a waste of time. Then you may have someone bidding the price up so much that you won't buy your item at that price. If your emotions get involved in the process you can way over-pay. I must admit I've had some good luck too. I bought a great maple dresser that many people were envious of and I have really liked having for 30 years or more now. I also bought the contents of a dusty old room for $4.00 about 35 years ago. Very few showed up at that auction and even fewer because the weather was bad. I would have bought more but I only had about $15.00 in my pocket. That was when I was poorest in my life.
There were some nice leather covered soda fountain stools in there, some rubber boots (that fit me), some display cases and a couple of other items that I don't recall. I sold almost all of them at my Flea Market. That may have been the only week I made money.
I happened to find the web site of the auction house that does a lot of storage auctions in Michigan. It's named Blair Auctions. There were several auctions scheduled for the next day. Some not too far away. My son and I decided we would go to one to see what it was like. It was in Livonia, Michigan. About 8 lockers were scheduled to be sold starting at 12:15 P.M.
We followed the advice on the website to 1. Dress appropriately for the outdoor weather..2. bring a flashlight..3.arrive early enough to register and 4. bring cash or credit card.
The rules vary from location to location but this place took credit cards. You should also bring enough locks to lock up the units you buy. I brought one, just in case.
The weather was variably light rain, wind, sunny and all of the opposites. People were instructed to park on one of the side streets, but a Livonia police woman was going to ticket everyone over there so all those drivers had to move inside the storage facility. We had a bit of fun commenting under our collective breaths about her.
There were roughly 100 potential buyers and it took at least 45 minutes to register everyone. It seemed obvious that there were quite a few "regulars" there.
The same rules as you see on Storage Wars governed this auction. The unit was opened and everyone paraded by checking out the contents without entering the unit or touching any contents. The auctioneer gave any special instructions and changed into his auctioneer's voice and began. His style was to begin at a higher level than anyone would start at and then come down until someone waved or signaled in some way that They wanted that bid. One of his favorite sayings is,"The more you pay for it, the more you like it." People who weren't interested in that locker were told which one was next and that they could go there and start looking. It seemed not to work out that way. They always waited for him to come down to the next unit before they raised the door. One difference between the real auction we attended and those on television is that as soon as you win the bid on a locker, you had to give the auctioneer a $100.00 deposit. You get that back when you've cleaned out the locker. You have one day to clean it out. You can't use their dumpsters to discard all the trash, so you need to find one someplace else.
We didn't buy a locker. The prices ranged from$80 to$800. What's missing is the reveal. What did someone find? Why did they bid the way they did? Who was that hot chick in the white skirt? It's really interesting. After all, I do have a minor in Sociology.
There were some nice leather covered soda fountain stools in there, some rubber boots (that fit me), some display cases and a couple of other items that I don't recall. I sold almost all of them at my Flea Market. That may have been the only week I made money.
I happened to find the web site of the auction house that does a lot of storage auctions in Michigan. It's named Blair Auctions. There were several auctions scheduled for the next day. Some not too far away. My son and I decided we would go to one to see what it was like. It was in Livonia, Michigan. About 8 lockers were scheduled to be sold starting at 12:15 P.M.
We followed the advice on the website to 1. Dress appropriately for the outdoor weather..2. bring a flashlight..3.arrive early enough to register and 4. bring cash or credit card.
The rules vary from location to location but this place took credit cards. You should also bring enough locks to lock up the units you buy. I brought one, just in case.
The weather was variably light rain, wind, sunny and all of the opposites. People were instructed to park on one of the side streets, but a Livonia police woman was going to ticket everyone over there so all those drivers had to move inside the storage facility. We had a bit of fun commenting under our collective breaths about her.
There were roughly 100 potential buyers and it took at least 45 minutes to register everyone. It seemed obvious that there were quite a few "regulars" there.
The same rules as you see on Storage Wars governed this auction. The unit was opened and everyone paraded by checking out the contents without entering the unit or touching any contents. The auctioneer gave any special instructions and changed into his auctioneer's voice and began. His style was to begin at a higher level than anyone would start at and then come down until someone waved or signaled in some way that They wanted that bid. One of his favorite sayings is,"The more you pay for it, the more you like it." People who weren't interested in that locker were told which one was next and that they could go there and start looking. It seemed not to work out that way. They always waited for him to come down to the next unit before they raised the door. One difference between the real auction we attended and those on television is that as soon as you win the bid on a locker, you had to give the auctioneer a $100.00 deposit. You get that back when you've cleaned out the locker. You have one day to clean it out. You can't use their dumpsters to discard all the trash, so you need to find one someplace else.
We didn't buy a locker. The prices ranged from$80 to$800. What's missing is the reveal. What did someone find? Why did they bid the way they did? Who was that hot chick in the white skirt? It's really interesting. After all, I do have a minor in Sociology.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
What Women Want
If you have seen the movie by that title and don't like Mel Gibson, keep reading because it's not about that.
I thought this would be a nice name for a store here in Fenton, Michigan. Brooke and I would sell the things that always seem to attract women shoppers. Jewelry, purses and shoes would top the list. I think shoes might not make the final cut though because with all the sizes you would have to have quite an inventory. Maybe belts could be the third item. We would sell top of the line items. Every woman in the Lower Peninsula would want to come to our store to buy at least one item, just to get a shopping bag that says,"What Women Want". Men, of course , would go to buy gifts with the assurance that they were doing right by their women. The sales associates would be attractive and somewhat sophisticated, only the most discreet tattoos would be allowed.
We're in the Christmas Spirit at the Lamson household. Lights are going up, the tree is purchased and decorations are progressing to their holiday stations. We have a big picture of Gabe up on the closet door so whenever we need a boost of joy, a reason to keep going, we look at that picture.
Happy Holidays.
I thought this would be a nice name for a store here in Fenton, Michigan. Brooke and I would sell the things that always seem to attract women shoppers. Jewelry, purses and shoes would top the list. I think shoes might not make the final cut though because with all the sizes you would have to have quite an inventory. Maybe belts could be the third item. We would sell top of the line items. Every woman in the Lower Peninsula would want to come to our store to buy at least one item, just to get a shopping bag that says,"What Women Want". Men, of course , would go to buy gifts with the assurance that they were doing right by their women. The sales associates would be attractive and somewhat sophisticated, only the most discreet tattoos would be allowed.
We're in the Christmas Spirit at the Lamson household. Lights are going up, the tree is purchased and decorations are progressing to their holiday stations. We have a big picture of Gabe up on the closet door so whenever we need a boost of joy, a reason to keep going, we look at that picture.
Happy Holidays.
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