One bright shiny day my girlfriend calls me.
Girlfriend: They are having a “free seminar” on “The Secret” at the Rio Hotel. Do you want to go?
Me: Not really, I think that stuff is just silly.
Girlfriend: Oh, no! It was on “Oprah” and everything. Everyone swears by it.
Me: How long does it last?
Girlfriend: Two hours.
Me: Sounds like a sales presentation.
Girlfriend: Oh, no. It is a seminar. We are meeting at the Bar and Grill for dinner and have a few drinks before we go.
Me: I can do the few drinks and dinner and see how I feel about attending.
Girlfriend: Meet us at 3 PM at the “All American Bar and Grill”
Click
So, I meet my friends and have a Caesar Salad and few glasses of wine and decide to spend some more time with them and attend the seminar.
We get seated and the room is packed. The speaker gets up and tells us that the biggest book sales are self help, cooking and diet books. However, he states that because of inaction, yet all the best of intentions, 90% never open those books.
So, basically he just stated that buying something does not solve the problem. It is “inaction.”
He continues by telling the group that if they have always done the same thing and expected different results then they are not being realistic. You have to do something different to get different results. So, do something you have never done before. Fill out the forms underneath your seats and especially the credit card information. If you want more out of life, you have to do more.
The form is for a two day seminar at the cost of around $1200. Plus his tapes he sells for $300. He goes on now telling how people that follow his system have the “dream life” as he described. A young wife, Mercedes, home on the beach, financial security. You know all the stuff in the travel brochures and magazines.
Now, he closes the deal by telling the audience that he will allow them to bring one friend for free if they sign up now. Plus he will throw in the tapes. I am sure at this point that he must have had shills in the audience as people run to the back of the room before he even announces that there are payment stations in the back of the room.
As a few people run to the back of the room he tells them that there are a limited number of seats so don’t get shut out. Like cattle they all run to sign up.
What’s wrong with this?
He just told everyone that because you do not take action in your life is why you do not have what you want. Not buying a book or writing it down although that is a great start, but it takes action to meet your goals. You actually have to do it. That is right, get off your ass and do it. That is the total “Secret.” Signing up for this seminar does not release you from the work you need to do.
I am telling the above story to a friend that works in the Hotel that hosted his event. She tells me that the entire group was being herded like cattle the entire two days.
Day 1 of Seminar: Everyone takes turns standing up and telling the 10 things they want to accomplish after they wrote it down. Everyone claps for them. This takes both the morning and afternoon sessions.
Day 2 of Seminar: Everyone breaks through one of those thin pieces of wood. He dates and signs the wood to signify the day you had your break through. Everyone claps. This takes up the entire morning session. The afternoon session is another sales presentation for another seminar to continue your growth because you have already had this breakthrough. The cost of the next seminar is $3000.
Brilliant scam. He has already qualified that everyone in the room believes he cannot do it on their own; they need someone to tell them and the support (mob mentality) to tell them they are worth it because they cannot get off their ass and do it themselves. They voted with their money when they showed up and paid the money. They voted to need someone to tell them what to do. They wanted a short cut.
The truth is that you can write it down, but it doesn’t happen if action does not meet intention. The writing it down can serve as a map, but you have to want it.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Monday, June 9, 2008
Help! My Cat has joined a cult!
My cat has joined a cult.
This was the first cat I have ever had. I am not a cat person, but I am an animal person. I got this cat at Wal-Mart 13 years ago. NO, Wal-Mart doesn’t sell cats. Two little boys 8 and 10 years old were outside of the Wal-Mart at 10PM one night. Their mother told them to stay there until they gave that kittens away, like it is the kids’ fault the mother cat got pregnant? Who let’s their kid hang out in front of the Wal-Mart at 10 PM?
Note: I usually don’t shop there but I just bought my son a computer and everything was lining up great until the directions said I needed a “surger.” Wal-Mart is open 24 hours.
I was in shock and started to talk to the boys. This is not a great Wal-Mart to be at in the first place. Let me give you a quick visual. It is about 10 blocks from the Las Vegas Strip and about this time in the night limousines line up because its passengers are buying condoms. So, I stand there with the kids and ask them if I can take them home and they tell me they can’t till they give the kittens away. I continued to watch over these kids until there was one kitten left. It was 11 PM, so I took the kids to their home and the kitten to my home.
I had picked up some food at Wal-Mart, but I had no idea about litter boxes or anything so the kitten is hanging out at the stack of papers in the corner that are suppose to be recycled. The kids are thrilled with the kitten; I have not idea what I am doing, so I call the Vet and take the kitten in. The Vet hands me some little kid version of “so now you have a cat” and sends me on my way.
My dogs name at that time was “Miss Apple” (another blog) so I think the kids thought that animals had to be named after a fruit, so they named her “peaches” because that was the fruit they liked the most.
Cats are not like dogs at all. The only time the cat ever spoke to me is when her food or water dish was low. She had a door to go in and out and did pretty much anything she wanted because she is the “cat” of the house; even the dogs did not defy her.
I had her spayed and her teeth cleaned as time went on. Oh, another thing she did was that she never showed up for her appointments, she would just not be available. Luckily the Vet understood and anytime I could catch her I could bring her in without an appointment.
Two years ago the cat made some friends. Several cats from around the neighborhood starting hanging around and food dish got empty quick. I was filling it twice a day. This year it finally goes to the point where I was going through five pounds of cat food a week. She was running her own bread and breakfast out of the garage.
One day the dish is full. The next day…….. untouched. I thought maybe something happened to her so I checked with every place I could. I thought one of then new neighbors might have set a trap or something.
Two months go by………………and the food dish sits there. Then I see her on the wall across the street. I call for her and she runs away? What the heck is that all about? Some cat cult has brain washed my cat, they probably used tuna fish or something. I am glad she is safe and I keep food and water out for her, but none of the other tenants from her bed and breakfast she was running even come over anymore.
I don’t know what else to do. Does anyone have any suggestions?
This was the first cat I have ever had. I am not a cat person, but I am an animal person. I got this cat at Wal-Mart 13 years ago. NO, Wal-Mart doesn’t sell cats. Two little boys 8 and 10 years old were outside of the Wal-Mart at 10PM one night. Their mother told them to stay there until they gave that kittens away, like it is the kids’ fault the mother cat got pregnant? Who let’s their kid hang out in front of the Wal-Mart at 10 PM?
Note: I usually don’t shop there but I just bought my son a computer and everything was lining up great until the directions said I needed a “surger.” Wal-Mart is open 24 hours.
I was in shock and started to talk to the boys. This is not a great Wal-Mart to be at in the first place. Let me give you a quick visual. It is about 10 blocks from the Las Vegas Strip and about this time in the night limousines line up because its passengers are buying condoms. So, I stand there with the kids and ask them if I can take them home and they tell me they can’t till they give the kittens away. I continued to watch over these kids until there was one kitten left. It was 11 PM, so I took the kids to their home and the kitten to my home.
I had picked up some food at Wal-Mart, but I had no idea about litter boxes or anything so the kitten is hanging out at the stack of papers in the corner that are suppose to be recycled. The kids are thrilled with the kitten; I have not idea what I am doing, so I call the Vet and take the kitten in. The Vet hands me some little kid version of “so now you have a cat” and sends me on my way.
My dogs name at that time was “Miss Apple” (another blog) so I think the kids thought that animals had to be named after a fruit, so they named her “peaches” because that was the fruit they liked the most.
Cats are not like dogs at all. The only time the cat ever spoke to me is when her food or water dish was low. She had a door to go in and out and did pretty much anything she wanted because she is the “cat” of the house; even the dogs did not defy her.
I had her spayed and her teeth cleaned as time went on. Oh, another thing she did was that she never showed up for her appointments, she would just not be available. Luckily the Vet understood and anytime I could catch her I could bring her in without an appointment.
Two years ago the cat made some friends. Several cats from around the neighborhood starting hanging around and food dish got empty quick. I was filling it twice a day. This year it finally goes to the point where I was going through five pounds of cat food a week. She was running her own bread and breakfast out of the garage.
One day the dish is full. The next day…….. untouched. I thought maybe something happened to her so I checked with every place I could. I thought one of then new neighbors might have set a trap or something.
Two months go by………………and the food dish sits there. Then I see her on the wall across the street. I call for her and she runs away? What the heck is that all about? Some cat cult has brain washed my cat, they probably used tuna fish or something. I am glad she is safe and I keep food and water out for her, but none of the other tenants from her bed and breakfast she was running even come over anymore.
I don’t know what else to do. Does anyone have any suggestions?
Friday, June 6, 2008
Group Slapping Mary
The day had finally come. My first boy was graduating from High School! He was born to a single mother that had genetically linked him to a future double felon. He used every trick in the book to defend why he did not have to pay child support, to this very day his home is in his mother’s name. He mounted numerous abuses upon his child as I worked two full time jobs for many years to support this child. The day he graduated from high school his father was absent because he was in jail that day for telemarketing fraud. Isn’t that a lovely way to care for your children?
Anyways, my son looks at me as we are driving to the graduation and says “Mom, you could have been anything you wanted, but I know that all you ever wanted to be is my mom.”
Those are the words of recognition, the words every single mother needs to hear. I appreciate him appreciating what I do and how I live my life everyday. Nothing comes before my children.
FAST FORWARD
I am at some dinner with a date one night. Another woman is a date of another man. As I approached the bar where the shark was docked I could tell she was eyeing me like a fighting opponent. I introduce myself and she says to me “I heard all about you and your mommy thing.” I just let it go. Turns out Miss Mary was in Vegas for a tryst, an attorney for Cisco that went to some big law school and she was a career woman at the table eating any other human that got in her way.
She starts flirting with my date the entire evening while her date, another attorney scum sucking pit bull (no offense to the real pit bull animals) sat their allowing it. Partners in crime. She continued telling him how she swooned at his speaking and he left goose bumps all over her. She was obviously targeting my date as her next conquest that to be honest with you if that is what was going on why invite me to watch this, I could care less, do whatever you want. She was obviously playing the other guy to get to my date. My date sat there eating up the attention.
I finally just asked her to contain her conversation to a conversation that everyone can participate in. We are four people at dinner, not her job interview. She did everything at that table to come on to my date except get under the table.
She got all twisted and got her date and left. My date says “how can you talk to her like that?”
“How can I talk to her like that?
Why would she get so offended when I asked for a topic that everyone could be involved in, the only conversation she was doing was your entire career as if she stalked you on the internet or something?”
“I called her on her shit and she knows it.”
“Who and what told her about my “mommy thing”, her date, and why would he give her any information about me, unless she was shopping for information?”
I cannot stand people that think because somehow they have a degree they are so smart. All they know is what that degree entails they are not the end of the world in knowledge and I would put street smarts up against book smarts any day. I did not pursue a great position somewhere because I had kids. I was smart enough to figure that out!
The best and most important job anyone can have is a parent. The most important occupation you can ever hold on this planet is “caring human.” This degrading evening with this subform of life, something that had evolved from a combination of graduate school, tuberculosis, plague and democracy is nothing more than the party of people that have held our country hostage by their greed and absolute “it’s the law” not what’s right or common sense. Their core is that the accused have more rights than victims. What a sick and greedy person!
Join me in group slapping Mary!
Anyways, my son looks at me as we are driving to the graduation and says “Mom, you could have been anything you wanted, but I know that all you ever wanted to be is my mom.”
Those are the words of recognition, the words every single mother needs to hear. I appreciate him appreciating what I do and how I live my life everyday. Nothing comes before my children.
FAST FORWARD
I am at some dinner with a date one night. Another woman is a date of another man. As I approached the bar where the shark was docked I could tell she was eyeing me like a fighting opponent. I introduce myself and she says to me “I heard all about you and your mommy thing.” I just let it go. Turns out Miss Mary was in Vegas for a tryst, an attorney for Cisco that went to some big law school and she was a career woman at the table eating any other human that got in her way.
She starts flirting with my date the entire evening while her date, another attorney scum sucking pit bull (no offense to the real pit bull animals) sat their allowing it. Partners in crime. She continued telling him how she swooned at his speaking and he left goose bumps all over her. She was obviously targeting my date as her next conquest that to be honest with you if that is what was going on why invite me to watch this, I could care less, do whatever you want. She was obviously playing the other guy to get to my date. My date sat there eating up the attention.
I finally just asked her to contain her conversation to a conversation that everyone can participate in. We are four people at dinner, not her job interview. She did everything at that table to come on to my date except get under the table.
She got all twisted and got her date and left. My date says “how can you talk to her like that?”
“How can I talk to her like that?
Why would she get so offended when I asked for a topic that everyone could be involved in, the only conversation she was doing was your entire career as if she stalked you on the internet or something?”
“I called her on her shit and she knows it.”
“Who and what told her about my “mommy thing”, her date, and why would he give her any information about me, unless she was shopping for information?”
I cannot stand people that think because somehow they have a degree they are so smart. All they know is what that degree entails they are not the end of the world in knowledge and I would put street smarts up against book smarts any day. I did not pursue a great position somewhere because I had kids. I was smart enough to figure that out!
The best and most important job anyone can have is a parent. The most important occupation you can ever hold on this planet is “caring human.” This degrading evening with this subform of life, something that had evolved from a combination of graduate school, tuberculosis, plague and democracy is nothing more than the party of people that have held our country hostage by their greed and absolute “it’s the law” not what’s right or common sense. Their core is that the accused have more rights than victims. What a sick and greedy person!
Join me in group slapping Mary!
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