Dance With Joy Wherever You Go!

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There are times in our lives that makes us feel like we are trying to tie rocks to clouds. There are times that we feel we ARE the clouds, free of all but the breeze that moves us along.

I'm dedicating this weekend video blog to Lisis (Quest for Balance) and David (Raptitude) and their upcoming adventures. The minute I saw this video I thought of you, Lisis, and how much I want I want to say dance with joy, wherever you go. And David, tho your adventure is not as imminent, I thought of how you, too, are leaving for your adventure.

There is joy in this video - in the music and in the global-ness of it - tell me what you think. Enjoy! And Dance with Joy all of you!

Negative Habits that Destroy Relationships & A Tool for Change

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One nice thing about being on vacation is that the ambiance is generally so agreeable. People are happy, energy is positive, stress is gone. Some people claim their vacations literally save their relationships. Then - there is coming home again, going back to work, kids back to school, schedules become crammed, and the vacation-mind melts away like a drippy ice cream cone. Splat. Gone.

We're back to dealing with disagreeables, negative behavior, negative habits. It would be nice to send all of those on a hike! Relationships previously in sync may start to sink.

Psycotherapist Linda Popov often observed habits of negativity causing needless pain and useless misery in the lives of her clients, friends and family. She has coined them the "Troubled C's " of relationships.

CONTROL - Attempting to control another's actions
CRITICISM - Thinking or speaking negatively, focusing on flaws, mistakes
CONTEMPT - Judging others as worthless, putting them down
CONTENTION - engaging in frequent arguing, fighting and conflict

It is intellectually obvious that we should lift each other up and not put each other down. Remembering virtues are in the eye of the beholder, a healthy dose of acceptance can transform negative power struggles into peace and tenderness.

Author John Gottman (Why Marriages Succeed or Fail) says that contempt and criticism are the leading predictors of divorce. In his couples research he claims to have a 90% accuracy rate in predicting a couples divorce based on observing these habits. He says you have to choose. Love or control? You cannot have both.

Let's look at some salve for healing negative behaviors and habits.

ACCEPTANCE - Seeing each person as whole, noticing the virtues the person does have.
Giving up the desire to control or change them and entering into a loving
relationship with them as they are.

APPRECIATION - Feeling and expressing positive regard and gratitude for another's nature
or actions.
ASSERTIVENESS - Asking for what we need in a respectful and peaceful way, setting clear
boundaries and tell the truth as we see without making the other feel wrong.

It is said that we can replace any negative habit by a positive one within three weeks of continual practice. This immediately feels like the perfect intro for Joe Dispenza. He wrote "Evolve Your Brain" which is the result of his own self-healing incident and intense research on the brain, making changes and thinking patterns.

I'd like to share a remarkably simple visual that adequately explains the physical aspect of making mental changes. It can be any change - it doesn't have to be a marriage/relationship thing.

Our "ingrained" behavior, habits and thinking patterns really ARE ingrained. Visualize these as deep grooves in your brain going around like a train track. Now the longer you have had these thought patterns/habits/behaviors, the deeper the track goes. Changing your thoughts requires laying a NEW track, not in the same pattern, but like an over-layment. Of course before you lay this new track, you need to have a good sense of what to change and a plan. (Keep this SIMPLE - you are not going from a train to a rocket ship!)

Once the new track (thoughts/habits/behavior) is in place, this is where that three weeks of "practice" comes in to establish this as a new thought pattern or behavior. Sure it is easy to slip into that old track - it's been there a long time - but mentally put your thoughts back up on the new track when you feel you've slipped. Keeping this mental picture of the new track you are creating seems to take the emotional aspect of trying to change at bay. Without being emotionally involved (bashing yourself for not having immediate success with the change) simply imagining the tracks keeps awareness of change in a slightly easier (more distant?) form.

For me, this has been one of the simplest yet profound ways of actually visualizing change as it happens in my head. Think about this - visualize it and let me know if you feel it could be an effective tool. The brain is an exquisite tool we haven't begun to use enough, according to Dispenza and many scientists.

Whatever it is that you want to change, you can do it! Think over-layment. Create a new track.

"Evolve Your Brain" is a fascinating read. Dispenza's story of his healing is remarkable, his brain research top-notch, and the entire second half of the book is filled with suggestions (like the track method above) for really using your brain. The author is a featured speaker at many conferences and gives enlightening presentations. I'm putting a one-minute clip of him here - there is more of him on You-Tube if you want to hear more.

"Millie-wisdom" Lessons in Living

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Her last stroke did her in. No, she didn't die. Hardly! Her mind is totally functional, her irreverent humor and memories in place, and her unsolicited advice spews from every pore. After months in physical therapy she is relegated to a wheelchair and the use of only one arm. As much as she hates to leave her home, she needs constant assistance to get thru the day. She's tried private nurses. "Too expensive!" she declares. But she really could afford them. She just didn't LIKE them!

"What a twit this last one was! She wouldn't make me coffee unless it was decaf. Decaf! Was she afraid the caffeine would ramp me up too much? Or I'd be doing wheelies in this frikin' chair? Decaf! Gag me! Give me the real stuff! I need the buzz! And the TV shows she made me watch! Addicted to news and talk shows she was - as if her being "informed" as she put it would make any damn difference in the world! Really! You know what it REALLY was??? I could beat her at Jeopardy! Yep, she wasn't too informed from school! What are they teaching anymore? She didn't know Minneapolis has a twin city!" and so it would go.

I love Millie dearly. At 87 she has more life in her than most of the people I know. She is a delight to be around and I felt badly none of her four kids could be here to pack her up and move her. Millie and I had spent the better part of a week together - her job was to point with her good hand and be the decision maker - going through all the rooms in the house tagging furniture for donation or estate sale and sifting through a lifetime of "stuff".

"What if we pack this Venetian crystal up for your daughter Carolyn? I bet she would love it" I asked.

"Damn! I wish I could fart!" she replied.

"WHAT?"

"I wish I could make a loud one RIGHT NOW! John and I always did that, did ya know? When one of us asked the other one what we thought of something, if we didn't like it, we'd fart. Then we knew. So I wish I could fart this instant!"

"I thought you did awhile ago," I teased. "That's why I went out to the garage for more boxes!"

"Nope - not a good idea. Pretend I farted. Carolyn doesn't like green crystal, Annie has no use for it out in that tree house or whatever that place is she lives in, and the boys? Forget it. Bernard's wife is all country into white milk glass and David's wife would sell it all on Ebay, the bitch. I think I just pooped in my pants." she said matter-of-factly.

"Really? I wish you didn't try so hard to fart!" I said as I wheeled her into the bathroom.

This little incident evoked Millie's thoughts on control. "Oh I had nothing with do it! I'm going out the same way I came in, poopin' in my pants, no control over it, it just happens. I'm sure that saying "Shit Happens" was created by a senior citizen who really KNOWS! There is an awful lot of life truth to this, honey. We have less control over things than we think we have. So much of it is illusion, you know. We only think we are in control of things - and that thought lulls us into complacency until something unexpected comes along - then BAM - you realize you aren't really controlling anything at all! Yep, its the equivalent of poopin' in your pants."

Knowing someone like Millie confirms my belief that we are all teachers - and students - simultaneously and everyone we meet is in our life to teach us something.

"You should be a writer, Millie. Put all this Millie-wisdom in a book - maybe clean it up a bit.."

"Oh life isn't always butterflies and flowers!" she interrupted. There is a lot of poop in it. But hey, that's why God invented toilet paper! Wipe it up, pull up your pants and get on with life!"

I wasn't sure what religious dogma Millie subscribed to, if any, but God inventing toilet paper? He was probably as directly responsible for that as He is the duct tape I'm so fond of!

"It's time for cocktails!" she happily declared after the situation had been remedied in the bathroom. "Get out the crystal, pour that vile skim milk in it - squirt in a little Bosco and a wee splash of brandy."

I prepared her drink in a lovely light green crystal goblet and we settled in the living room near the fireplace.

"Do you know this is the first time I've used this crystal?"

"Are you serious? You have an entire cabinet of this crystal."

"I know. Dumb, huh? You know what is REALLY dumb? I bought these for "special" and I lived all these years waiting for that special time not realizing every day was special! Don't miss this fact, honey. Every day is special!" and with that declaration she pitched the now-empty goblet with her one good arm into the fireplace, shattering it to bits.

"Damn that felt good!" she hollered with a mischievous look in her twinkling eyes. "Bring me another one!"

"Do you want a cocktail in it?" I inquired.

"No, just the glass. I should have done this years ago!"

I didn't know at that moment how to call this. Was it a destructive waste of priceless heirlooms or a celebration? She whooped it up til one shelf in the cabinet was empty.

"Honey, I want you to listen to me." she said. "I'm not nuts. I know what that stuff was supposedly worth. It was cheap when I bought it in Italy in 1930 and that is all I can relate to it. Remember the rocking chair that sold at auction for $200,000 or more just because John F. Kennedy sat in it? Go in my den. See the rocker? Same exact chair and I'm not kidding! My butt sat in it. It ain't worth thousands cuz of that! It is worth $188 which is what I paid for it. Period!

"What is with people assigning "value" on stuff, saying it is priceless and spending so much money just to have somebody eles's old stuff? Ain't none of it worth it. What is priceless? A day on this earth, that's what. People got it all wrong - I mean all wrong. Life is priceless! And you don't need stuff to make it any better - no big cabinets of "stuff". It's like only wearing your Sunday best clothes only on Sunday. I remember thinkin' 80 years ago that just isn't right. If wearing my Sunday best dress made me feel special, then I need to wear it often to keep that special feeling going!"

"My point is, honey, don't save stuff. You're just a slave to its maintenance. I dusted that cabinet for decades. What if I never had it? Would my life have been any different? No way. Except I'd have had a few more hours to enjoy it rather than cleaning the crap that was in it!"

I smiled and went into the kitchen for the broom and dust pan. Millie-wisdom. As I started sweeping up the remnants of her "stuff" she turned on the TV and started yelling answers at it. Jeopardy was on...........and Millie was always right.

Dealing With What Outlives Us All

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Plastic was invented roughly the same time I was, I think. Both of us morphed, developed, became re-tooled, squished, smashed and evolved into complex thingies quite diverse in application. All ego aside, I'd like to think of the two of us, I'm the smart one! And sorry, plastic, but you are mucking up the environment! They tell me you will live on in landfills long after I am dust. So ok, immortal one, I'm doing whatever I can to cut you off - at least in my home and my garbage and hey, look out, I have people!

Plastic bags carry 80% of the nation's groceries - up from a mere 5% in 1982. In New York City alone, ONE less plastic grocery bag per person, per year (One!) would reduce waste by 109 tons (Tons!) and save $11,000 of disposal costs. When one tone of plastic bags is reused or recycled, the energy equivalent of 11 barrels of oile are saved. (I don't know this as a fact, but I'd imagine Walmart alone uses a ton!)

Paper or plastic? Neither. I bring my own bags these days. I found some nifty nylon bags on Ebay that fold up easily into their own "jacket"" that has a clip on it - I clip them to my purse handle. I have two large canvas bags from whole Foods for the bigger shopping trips. It is a habit worth creating. It doesn't take THAT much effort on my part. I also refuse small bags altogether at other stores. If it doesn't fit into my purse, I have my clipped on nylon bag.

What's that I hear? Do I hear you mumbling "Yeah, she's right.....I mean to do that.....I forget the stupid bags.......what a pain......"? Any of the above?

Well the point is, awareness is key. Followed by conscious effort and motivation to make a difference in this world. I love grass roots efforts and this is one gaining in popularity. It doesn't have to be Earth Day before people make changes to help out the planet. Every day is earth day! It's where we live! Imagine if we ALL refused plastic bags just at the grocery store alone. We can DO this! It's not that big of a deal ---- unless we DON'T.

There are biodegradable trash bags, so don't keep taking those bags so you have garbage bags. They cost only about $1 more per box than regular plastic garbage bags that never decompose. There are alternatives, see?

I am looking at my own inevitable eventual biodegradability as a sign that I should find more things that are like me and use them rather than the evil immortal ones!

Get motivated to get green. I will be tossing in a green blog from time to time. The more I learn about and pitch in to green up our home/life, the more passionate I get about the whole going green issue. Gunking up the planet makes as much sense as gunking up our own arteries. Who would? Knowingly?

Any potential converts out there? Let's eliminate plastic bags and quit filling Mother Earth with them!

(Statistics compliments of Sierraclub.org - great site!)

Dealing with Drama - Eckhart Tolle's Way

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Sometimes it's hard to know how to respond to somebody who is venting, or complaining in your face. You don't know what to say. Anything you would say could be the wrong thing. You know you cannot do anything to help this person but listen.

I found this video clip of Eckhart Tolle on YouTube - it's short, and he tells how he'd handle clients who came to him. Keep in mind, he is very Zen, very present and wrote both "The Power of Now" and "A New Earth" (others too) but these are the most recent - and potent! I hope it may give you a pinch of help if you find yourself on the receiving end of a rant.

(I'm at the lake - no internet - and have scheduled this in my absence. Oh Dear God of cyberspace, let it happen as intended as you know my computer skills are limited!) I will catch up and visit you all very soon!

Peace,
SuZen

Life in The Twilight Zone?

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The Twilight Zone was a popular television show decades ago. Each week was a different story. There were stories left open to interpretation, some with dual realities, different aspects of various phenomena and definitely "different".

Our lives are really like the Twilight Zone. Each one of us has a different take on reality, different meanings, ways of expression and we interpret things individually, as they apply to US, only us.

Take, for example, ten people defining the word love may produce ten different answers. Or witnessing a crime, entertainment event, or movie may have ten separate reactions, interpretations, and feelings about it. We are as unique as snowflakes in our processing. Like adding color to a black and white picture we individualize, each of us making endless choices about what to color and what color to choose.

I can recall many times in groups where the conversations became so twisted by misinterpretations I had that "Aha" feeling, like yes, we are indeed in the Twilight Zone. Be it tone of voice, the words chosen, or the energy of prevailing attitudes, everyone in the group has a different spin on things.

My version of reality will never be exactly the same as yours. That realization should make me "ok" with your version. I don't need to tell you I think you are wrong or try to convince you I am right and to think like I think. I really feel that giving up the need to be right about everything is critical for relationships of any kind.

But boy oh boy, doesn't it just make you feel great when someone says they totally agree with you? It is those moments in time when we feel validated and not alone out there on a limb somewhere.
Maybe for that feeling to reside inside of us, that is our motivation to hang out with "like-minded" people, to crave belonging to a group, to be a part of something larger than ourselves? Isn't it said that total solitary confinement makes a person nuts? We are social beings. We need each other. We weren't meant to be alone. So why is it that we don't always get along? Why is there always this haunting feeling of living in a Twilight Zone each of us with our own version of life?

Perhaps just employing loving kindness and respect would help. That, and giving up the need to be right about things. On a personal level I work on this - sometimes employing the duct tape on my mouth when I disagree with hubs or my kids or close friends. What is my opinion anyway? Just my thoughts. Unless I think they will positively die from something unless I speak up to stop it, I have to ask myself just how important is it that I say what they probably don't want to hear? Would it just be my ego wanting to be heard? Mostly, I think yes.

But that's my opinion. What's yours?

Wounded Warriors, Love & The Chain of Pain

(My apologies to anyone receiving this blog via email who may have received this today with a date of June 22 - I had this in draft mode and try as I might I could not get this sucker published with today's date, though I'd changed it three times! Grrrrrr - I'm just typing it over again from scratch - and just when I thought I MAY have graduated from rookie status - HA!)

This is a story about love and the Chain of Pain. A tale of the wounded warrior, written, directed and produced over decades of time with devastating emotional consequences that live on, seemingly forever, until one day, one person speaks the magical cure to heal the wounded.

In 1856, on a small hilltop cemetery on the plains of Iowa, the young lad watched through tear-streamed eyes as the crude wooden coffin containing his father's body was lowered into the ground. His uncle, noticing the young man's tears, put a hand on his shoulder, patted gently and said "Buck up boy. You are the man of the house now and you must act like one!"

The young man turned to face his uncle, now his tears becoming hot with anger, he said "Pa went to his grave without saying once in my entire lifetime that he loved me!"

"Shhh! Of course he did! Now be quiet and show your respect!" snapped his mother.

This young lad went on to marry the following year. He adored his wife. She gave him two lively sons that he was eager to train up in running the farm. The Civil War broke out and he left his family, as many did, to join up in the fight. Several years later, at his burial, this war hero left his two sons and loving wife staring down in disbelief as his coffin was lowered into the ground.

The younger son was weeping openly and the eldest, attempting to console his younger brother have him a heartfelt hug. "Pa wouldn't like you cryin', ya know."

"I know, " said the youngest, "but I never got to tell him I loved him. Do you think he knew? Do you think that Pa loved me? he moaned.

The eldes boy gupled hard. Love. His father never used that word, except to say how much he loved his dear wife. "Did Pa ever TELL you he loved you?" he asked the younger brother in his arms. Looking back at him were eyes so sad it broke his heart. No words, no answer, were necessary. Longing and sadness filled the embrace.

Years rolled by. The eldest son married and had three children. The youngest brother had only one child before his wife died shortly after giving birth. He was miserable without his wife, and his baby son was the reason she died, He abandoned his home, left his baby son with his older brother and was never seen again.

This abondoned child had no hope of feeling loved by his own father, let alone ever hearing those words of love from him. As he grew up, he intended to be a loving father himself when the time came for it. In fact, his behavior toward his own son was sterling in every way, except for the words. He assumed his son knew that he loved him. He didn't beat him, he scraped money together to put him through college and always wished him well. He thought all that was love enough, plain and simple with no "gushy" words.

A decade later, this college-educated man, all grown up, looked down at his dead father's body in the hospital bed and cried uncontrollably. He felt unloved. There was a huge void inside of him that nobody could fill but his father. Despite everthing his father had done to be a good father, he neglected to say those words. Now, it is too late. He will never hear them from his father. Never. Ever.

Perhaps to you, a lucky person, a loved-and-you-know-it person, those three little words flow freely in your life - incoming and outgoing. There are, sadly, far too many who experience(d) this generational Chain of Pain like the people in the stories. They long for those words, like a stamp of approval, from there fathers. There is NO subsitute for them - no gift, no day at the ballpark. For some there is a generational history of men (sorry, men win by huge numbers in this) incapable for whatever reason of expressing love from father to son. It is a missed opportunity with devastating emotional consequences.

Ask yourself if you hear those words coming from your father (or mother - let's be fair). If you don't, chances are they didn't hear it from their father/mother either. This is the Chain of Pain - passed on and on, for decades, for generations.

It could all be ended with three simple words. Producing wounded warriors has been done - ask any therapist - and ending this Chain of Pain, which is sadly a form of emotional abuse, is so easily corrected. The healing potential is mind blowing.

Three words.

Free!

I love you!

Pass it ON!!!!
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Coincidences and The Spontaneous Fulfillment of Desire

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Have you ever been asked if you "believe" in coincidences? Do you? Is this something we can either believe or not believe?

It seems there are those who think it's all hogwash and others who think it's destined connections. I know I've experienced some coincidences that blew me away - people I've run into, circumstances altered or things that fell into place smoothly despite impending chaos.

I read Deepak Chopra's book, The Spontaneous Fulfillment of Desire - Harnessing the Infinite Power of Coincidence. Besides being a very enjoyable read, (it is much easier to read than his previous works) it offers empowerment to create more of what we want. There is encouragement in this book to be the miracle-makers we are capable of being, to see that luminous part of ourselves that is connected to all the rhythms of the universe.

Here is just a snippet of what Chopra says in regard to intent and coincidence ---

" Intent creates coincidences; it is the reason why, when you're thinking of something, it happens. Intent is the reason why some people have a spontaneous remission or heal themselves. Intent orchestrates all the creativity in the universe. And we, as human beings, are capable of creating positive changes in our lives through intent. So why do we lose that ability? The ability is lost when the self-image overshadows the self, when we sacrifice our true self for the ego.

We can restore the power of intent through a return to the true self, or self-actualization. People who attain self-actualization have no desire to manipulate and control others. They are independent of criticism and also of flattery. The feel beneath no one, but they also feel superior to no one. They are in touch with the internal reference point that is their soul, and not their ego. Anxiety is no longer an issue, because anxiety comes from the ego's need to protect itself. And that anxiety is what interferes with the spontaneity of intent. Intent is the mechanics through which spirit transforms itself into material reality."

Chopra writes that these coincidences are really gateways. The word coincidence means happening at the same time and these moments are actually glimpses of a place where everything is happening at the same time - which is a hard concept to wrap the brain around, but according to quantum physics it is true.

I've written several posts on intentions and how very powerful they can be. Reading this book takes everything to a new level of understanding, all the while exploring the interconnectedness of all, the oneness. I love a good coincidence! The idea that I can actually CREATE more of them by following the steps Chopra gives in this book is awesome. I have always welcomed serendipity and coincidence in my life, it will be hoot to explore making it happen more often. Grab a copy and let me know how your creating intentions results in happy coincidence!

Public Enemy Premiere in the Northwoods

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You cannot imagine the excitement and hype in the Northwoods of Wisconsin last week for the premiere of the movie Public Enemy. Hollywood found its way up there to film part of this movie in the actual location of a famous shoot out with John Dillinger in the 1930's. Preparations took months, local people were screened as extras, and the film crew stayed over in small resorts and cabins during the "off" season.

The first day/evening of our lake house trip was spent, of all things highly unusual, attending the Red Carpet V.I.P. movie premiere of Johnny Depp's movie Public Enemy at a small theater in Woodruff followed by a premier party 20 miles north at a place called Little Bohemia in Manitowish Waters (yeah, small!) where they filmed the shoot out that actually did take place there in the 30's.

And there really was a Red Carpet! The local extras (and anyone else so inclined) dressed in period clothes, arrived in period cars (awesome vehicles) and this all felt pretty she-she-ta-tah (grand) for little Woodruff. The movie was ok. I say that because I knew the story of John Dillinger already and probably would have enjoyed more if I didn't. To me, it's like going to see Titanic (which I never did because I knew the ending!). But I will admit to cheering for Dillinger, the bank robber, thinking I was very twisted with that but heck, Johnny Depp was so cute! Also I couldn't wait to see the scene (one hour or more into the movie) that was filmed at Little Bohemia where I'd be going after the movie.

Sadly, for all the extras eager to see themselves immortalized on screen, most of them ended up on the cutting room floor. I imagine they will buy the DVD when it comes out to view the out-takes and perhaps have another chance at that! Funny that Hollywood eliminated extras considered "too tall" (Johnny Depp is short) since they weren't in the same room with him anyway, but that's Hollywood.

The drive up to Manitowish is lovely and the entrance to Little Bohemia and their entire parking lot is now freshly black-topped. When the crews came there to film, they put a gravel entrance in to be "authentic" to the time period. The crew also took out all of the old windows and replaced them with the "Hollywood sugar windows" they would later destroy. They removed the bark off of fallen trees and attached the bark to the trees in the surrounding forest that they would later shoot up. They put fake walls inside the building loaded up with hundreds of charges (tiny explosives that would explode when hit by laser beams). This was all fascinating to me, movie goer person, who thought they used blanks for these scenes but I guess that is so yesterday. These charges went everywhere, even on the tree bark. There were no bullets of any kind used. (Don't worry, this will not ruin the movie for you!)

A special effects engineer stayed with someone we know up there, so the stories of the actual filming trumped the movie itself. We heard how the crews took down all the wires on the building, removed the A/C units, put up a fake door, and even accidentally started a small fire in a room upstairs Depp was in with the intense heat of their lighting equipment. Luckily, this fire was contained and put out quickly so it did not destroy the historical charm of this old place. It's really quite lovely (and now has fresh paint thanks to Hollywood) located on the edge of Little Star Lake, surrounded by forests of towering pine trees. A very serene setting and definitely tucked away for a nice hide out.

The interior log walls and paneling have the original bullet holes from the real shoot out in the 30's. They preserved a few windows in the back of the place that have the original bullet holes in them by putting 2 layers of protective glass over the broken glass. Enclosed in glass museum-like cases in and around the restaurant are the clothes and personal items Dillinger left behind in his hasty escape. Framed original newspaper articles from back in the day hang in the entry and hallways of the restaurant.

Little Bohemia, in the 1930's, was a summer only retreat, restaurant and bar downstairs with rooms in the "lodge" upstairs. Today only the bar and restaurant are used because the upstairs rooms would need to be insulated, re-wired and I guess totally rebuilt. It is open pretty much year round and I'm sure business is booming now that it has been revived a la Hollywood into a touristy place.
If you are ever up in the Northwoods of Wisconsin, check it out. The scene in the movie at Little Bohemia took only a few minutes of the two-hour-plus film, but it is a real place and the setting is tranquil and totally Northwoods. This movie may have put Manitowish Waters back on the map so to speak.

We bought ourselves T-shirts, (can't shake some tourist habits!) took pictures until the battery in the camera died and had some great food after our tour. I saved our V.I.P. wristbands because that status doesn't come along everyday ya know. And if you are wondering how we lucked into this premiere gala event, well, we have "people".
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Boredom Cured -- Dare You - Scare You!

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If boredom gets to you.........

If you need a place to go................

If you want to try something new....................

If you want to pee in your pants.........................

watch this...........

and believe me, I am NOT doing this on MY vacation!