 by Lyn Lomasi, Staff Writer Reading the barter section of craigslist.org gave me an idea. Since all these people are trading such lovely things, I've got something to trade too. It's in okay condition but needs some touching up. If you'll trade me yours in excellent condition, I'll give you mine in slightly (read very) damaged. Since you have such excellent credit, I'm sure you'll be able to refurbish mine in no time. It's really not that bad. It just needs a little bit of work. You obviously know what you are doing, since yours is so very high. The one you'll get in return sure could use some handiwork. You can't yet use it to purchase anything of value, but I'm sure you'll shape it up in no time, being that you're such an expert. Besides, you probably need a break from getting all that wonderful stuff. You're probably getting a little bit spoiled and that's not good for you, according to the experts (or at least according to your mother). You're starting to under-appreciate all those things that I've never had and I'm starting to feel like I won't ever get anything. Therefore, this arrangement would let us help each other out. By starting out where my credit is, you'll learn again to appreciate and by having your credit, I'll finally be able to get some of the things I've always needed. There's something in it for us both. I'll appreciate it more than you'll ever know. I can promise you that. I'll take good care of it and follow your directions on how to keep it in good shape. I definitely need a lesson or two. Once you clear mine up and make it shiny and new, we can trade back. You have my word. I never break a promise. Ask all my friends and family. I'm sure they'll vouch for me after I pay them back with your credit card. *I originally published a version of this via Yahoo Contributor Network | |
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Since the day I was born, eight has ruled my world. How would I know if I was just a baby? Well, I was born on the 8th day of my birth month, for starters. Perhaps that’s where it began and perhaps it actually began much before then. Every time I turn around, the number 8 is popping up in some way. One of the most important representations of 8 in my life involves my children. All of my girls have an 8 in their birth dates as well. This is significant, considering that none of my children were delivered “on time” and yet the girls all ended up with the 8s. One of my best friends (San over at Informed Sharing) also happens to be connected to the number 8, which doesn’t surprise me. I’m a studier of many things, a believer in few where religions are concerned, and a seeker of truth above all. I don’t belong to any religion and often say love is my religion. However, I do like to study many of them. One of my favorite Goddesses to study is Durga, who has 108 names and is often depicted as having anywhere from 8 – 18 arms. She’s known as real, a protector, victorious, invincible, powerful, intelligent, gorgeous, mother of all, fierce, and many other things I can relate to. The number 8 also holds strong meaning within the law of Karma, which is another study interest of mine. In numerology, the number 8 represents strength in business and finance. However, it also represents balance, wisdom, organization, leadership, efficiency, and practicality. This number is an equalizer, which makes a great deal of sense as it pertains to me. I am very strongly involved in advocating for equality. Egyptian mythology is another interest area of mine. Ancient Egyptians considered the number 8 to represent balance and cosmic order. I’m not sure if I contain the power to balance the entire universe. Perhaps, in some way, we all do. But I am often a middleman in many situations. For Yogis, the lotus flower has 8 petals and the center of the lotus represents the axis of the Earth. I have literally spent days on end looking up symbolism behind the number 8. Some of it I relate to and some I don’t, as many are representative of religions I don’t subscribe to. However, it is certainly interesting to research and see what does relate to me. The main point is that 8 surrounds me and rules my world. What number, if any, rules your world? *I originally published this on Bubblews.com  by Lyn Lomasi, Staff Writer
I have a serious addiction and I like the way it burns on the way in and during the rush. Before you get scared, I’m talking about heat – you know, the kind you add to food. What the heck did you think I meant? I like my spicy and I like it HOT!! When I say hot, I mean like inferno-type hot. I’m that person who will make her salsa from ghost peppers and use that as dip for chips – and not even flinch just a little doing so. Peppers go with every meal -- on the side and in it (if the others eating it can take it). I’m so addicted to heat that fiery and sunny is just part of who I am. I’m that super-happy person whose always spreading positive messages and making others smile. I’ll help anyone in a heartbeat. But like a true pepper, my sarcasm will hit you just at that moment that you thought I was mild – unless you mess with my kids or family. Then, I’m another kind of fire. Anyhow, if you eat something I prepare, you better tell me in advance if you want mild because my food is anything but. However, there’s plenty who will line up to tell you that it’s a must. I’m not allowed to come to certain get-togethers without at least one of my spicy dishes. Cayenne, habanero, and ghost are three of my favorite peppers. You’ll rarely see me eat anything but desserts or fruits without them. I even lace my salad with my heat addiction. What? I see how you’re looking at me. But that won’t stop me. It’s darn good. Go ahead and try it. I love the way it burns when I eat spicy food. How about you? *I originally published this on Bubblews.com  I’ve always been quite the daredevil, even when I was a small child, so one would think that a story about a rollercoaster wouldn’t be so “different” for me. It’s not the rollercoaster itself which makes this particular childhood memory different than most that you hear.
When I was very young (maybe three or four), I was riding in the car with my parents. I was in the back seat and they in the front. My mom had talked about a rollercoaster and I pictured it in my head and said “Mommy, that looks like a cool ride! I want to go on it!” I didn’t understand at the time why my mom seemed a little bewildered when she informed me that it didn’t exist so she’d have to find me another cool one. And my poor dad was the most confused of all. As I got older, my mom retold the events of that day and I finally understood. She had never actually discussed this ride out loud. She was thinking about it and inventing it in her head at the moment that I told her I wanted to go on it. She never said a word about it out loud. I only thought she did. *Photo Credit: Lyn Lomasi (two of my kids playing) **I originally published this on Bubblews.com (no longer published there) 
I’ve made many mistakes in my life, even recently. I can be a hazard to myself at times. When screwed up things happen, there’s no one to blame but me. Shouldn’t I be depressed by now that I’ve let myself get into some of the things I have? No way! I like it. Uh, let me explain.
Mistakes are how we learn. I sometimes stumble so hard that when I fall you can hear an echo on the way down. But don’t we all? Isn’t that a part of life? Some days I want to say “Don’t Let Me Get Me” like the P!nk song says (embedded below). But in the end, just like her, I’m going to be me anyway. I want to fall sometimes because every time I do, when I get back up, I’m so much stronger and wiser for it. Is this a license to misbehave? It may seem that way in some cases, but of course I don’t intentionally mean to do anything to hurt anyone else or myself. I’m just learning and growing like the best of them. Sometimes I screw up so miserably I just want to crawl into a corner or under my comfy purple blankie to shield myself from the blows. But I’m not going to. I’m going to keep taking risks. I’m going to be a hazard to myself at times and I like it that way. I’m learning. I’m growing. I’m real and I’m raw and I’m me -- and that’s all I ever want to be. And I’m betting many of my friends are also hazards to themselves. Aren’t we all at some point?  Ever met someone that will take just about any risk, soar to any height, climb any mountain, and so on? That’s me. From the time I was just a young child, I have always been fascinated with risks, dares, and other such amusements. I’m a daredevil and a risk-taker.
If I can see a benefit to a risk (even if the benefit is just fun), I’m probably taking it. This is very beneficial both in my career, as well as my personal life. In all the risks I’ve taken, I honestly haven’t regretted any of them. Apparently, I choose my risks wisely. For instance, I want to hug a lion, but of course it will be done in the proper environment and not just a random wild one. I’m risky, but not stupid. I may enjoy the amusement parks more than my children do. Problem is, I haven’t yet found a ride that actually scares me. I just want more and more, so I keep trying. My kids love this side of me because it means more fun for them as well. From amusement parks, to difficult hikes, and other life adventures, we’re a pretty fun family. Most of our adventures are the outdoors type, so it’s great exercise. If something in my business or personal path scares me, that means I am going to take it as a challenge and risk it. So far, it has served me very well. In fact, the site (and network) you're reading this on came from me taking a big risk. Even if there had been some falls, I would still feel the same. Why? In life, if you don’t take chances, you don’t get results. I take many chances and reap the reward every time. Are you a risk-taker and/or a daredevil? by Lyn Lomasi, Staff Writer  Recently, the subject of cursing has come up often in my circle of friends. One common issue is that some women who curse are often made to feel guilty and told it isn't ladylike. This is not the case with just cursing. It goes even further into many other things.
To that I say "F**k someone else's definition of ladylike". If you are a lady (or identify as one), you should make your own definition of what ladylike means to you, personally. You and only you can and should determine what your own values are. Like everything else, what ladylike means is going to be very subjective, depending on who you talk to. Why cater to someone else's belief of what it is? This is YOUR life. Ladylike should mean to you whatever it means to YOU. As for me, yes, I say “the f word” and I say it often. In fact, it's my favorite word. Am I a lady? Last time I checked, I have all the correct parts, so I would say so. I do try to be conscious of what I say around certain people and in certain situations. But again, that's just me. What YOU choose to define as "ladylike" is up to you and you alone. What is your definition of ladylike? Do you share my favorite word? Do you think there should be a universal definition of ladylike? Tell us in the comment section. *I originally published a version of this on Bubblews.com (no longer published there). |
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