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"MOTHER'S DAY AND THE STRONG MOM GIFT SET"

4/23/2016

"The Strong Mom Gift Set For Mother's Day"

"Mother's Day" is just around the corner so why not get your mother, grandmother, mother-in-law, aunt, or special person in your life a heartfelt gift they'll love and won't be expecting. Maybe it's time to change it up this year from the same old flowers, chocolates, and ordinary presents to something totally cool, awesome and original.

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This amazing "Strong Mom" gift set is as unique and special as the special "Mom" in your life. Why not treat her to a little peace and relaxation. This incredibly sophisticated, yet simple "gift set" from "It Works" is one way to say "I Love and Appreciate You Mom!" The "Gift Set" includes:

4-15mL bottles of NEW Essential oils (Lavender, Tea Tree, lemon, Eucalyptus)
1 Essential Diffuser
1 wooden quote block
6 Tattoos

Come on by and stop in for a spell. Maybe you'll find something for yourself too! Hope to see you there! Just click on the link below.

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April 20th, 2016

4/20/2016

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“A RANDOM ACT OF KINDNESS, PAYING IT FORWARD”

In case you haven’t noticed lately, we are living in a time when being self-centered, egotistical, judgmental, and without compassion, seems to be the norm. We are living among the ever growing population of take a selfie, me-me-me, generation, who expect instant gratification in everything they want and do. I’m not sure how this happened, but my belief is that the blame can be equally shared between; “The Lame Stream Media,” the music and movie industry and the . . . “Parents.”

Now, I’m not saying that it’s all media outlets or every movie or song ever recorded that taught this generation to act like this and it would be wrong of me to accuse an entire population of parents for molding their children to behave this way, but let’s be honest, parents are, at times, even worse than their children. With that being said, I can say without a shadow of a doubt that my children do not and never will, behave in that manner. Why? Because they were taught at a very early age what is acceptable behavior and what is not. They were taught that; “Please and thank you get you further in life than give me and I want.”

My daughters were also taught how performing “random acts of kindness” can generate an avalanche of random acts of kindness with infinite possibilities by changing a person’s vibrational frequency from negative to positive. In addition to that “life lesson” and many others, we also taught them to be grounded and non-judgmental. As my mother used to say to me when I was growing up; “Don’t go judging someone else’s house unless yours is spotless.” As I got older, I understood the point she was trying to make and did my best to act and live by that way of thinking.

Yesterday, the Universe apparently felt it was our turn to be on the receiving end of a “random act of kindness” and still today I feel blessed and inspired over this event. While at the grocery store yesterday, my wife and I stopped to talk with a very nice gentleman and single dad who would always take his daughter to the library where my wife was the assistant children’s room librarian for many years. My wife absolutely thought the world of this man’s daughter and watched her grow up into an intelligent, open minded, tell it like it is, young lady. She also enjoyed talking with her dad as well. She understood and appreciated his unique, sense of humor whereas, other people might feel put off or insulted by it. Personally, I think the man is a genius with a quick wit, sharp tongue, and honest opinion that some folks just can’t handle. The world needs more people like that!

Anyway, my wife is now retired and this man’s daughter is now in high school. It’s crazy how time goes by so quickly, isn’t it? So, as we finished putting all our groceries up on the belt and the cashier hit the total button, I heard a voice say from behind me; “Don’t take that man’s money, it’s no good, use this instead.” I turned in time to see the gentleman from the library slide his bank card through the machine and pay for all our groceries. My wife and I immediately protested telling him that he didn’t have to do that. “I know I don’t have too I want to” he stated happily. Looking at my wife, he said; “This is a thank you for everything you did for my daughter and I over all those years at the library. Your kindness was appreciated more than you could ever know.”

I shook his hand and thanked him profusely not knowing what more I could say to show my appreciation for his “random act of kindness.” Jokingly, he told me not to tell anyone because they might get the idea that he’s a nice guy and he wouldn’t want to spoil their view of him. “I believe in paying it forward” he said. “I do too.” I said back to him “and tomorrow I’m going to post an article about this on my blog so the world may understand what a true “random act of kindness” is and how much joy and happiness it can bring to others.”

Maybe if more people looked for ways of performing “random acts of kindness,” or “paying it forward,” instead of trying to figure out a million ways to take a selfie or ask “what’s in it for me,” the world would be a more compassionate, kinder place to live in. I know that somehow I will be “paying it forward” when that time presents itself and I will be filled with joy and happiness doing it. Thank you again friend for your “random act of kindness,” your gift will never be forgotten.

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Namaste, Peace, Light and Love to All!

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"The App Story" . . . The Appiest Man In The World

4/12/2016

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Today is "Just for fun Tuesday" because sometimes you have to step outside of the box and do something unusual, but fun. That's what I did today when I decided to write this creative, but odd story. It definitely "raised my vibrational frequencies" and put a smile on my face, so that made it all worth it. I hope you enjoy the read!

The APP story . . . the “Appiest Man in the World”

As I approached the run down, crooked, house, my heart began to pound so loudly that I thought it was going to burst from my chest. Slowly, I tip-toed up the rickety, old, stairs and reluctantly opened the splintered, worn, door. Cautiously, I stepped in and placed my hand on the wall to the right of me. I searched for a light switch and after a brief moment found the elusive switch and flipped it on.

The lights came to life, but not without a “Flickr.” Everything in the house was blanketed with dust and cobwebs. Carefully, I pushed my way forward when suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw an ominous, dark, shadow, quickly approaching me from the left. This thing was enormous, it was the size of an “Amazon.” My body began to “Twitter” and I ran as fast as I could. Entering the kitchen, I spotted a half empty, bottle of whiskey on the counter. Without hesitation or remotely thinking about it, I grabbed a crusty, old, “Tumblr” and poured myself a much needed shot.

The dilapidated house had once belonged to a fierce and worldly treasure hunter who the locals referred to as “Mozilla,” the Pirate. The local legend is that; “Mozilla” went on a “Safari” and was never heard from again. That was more than fifty years ago and now, in his house, I’m determined to find the riches buried here and nothing can stop me.
From the uneasy silence, I heard soft, yet pretty, music coming from directly above me. Boy was I surprised when I looked up and saw a birdcage hanging from the ceiling Perched inside it was a green and blue parrot “Tweeting” a beautiful song. “How could this be, someone must be taking care of this bird, but who?”

Just as I was about to move, the beautiful singing was replaced by a haunting giggling. I looked up quickly and couldn’t believe my eyes. The parrot and the cage were both gone! “I know you’re a ghost and I’m not scared of you!” I frantically yelled into the emptiness. The haunting giggling changed again, but this time it was “Googling” at me.

Luckily for me, I had grabbed a half burned candle in a candle holder off the kitchen counter because without warning, all the lights in the house went dark. I was plagued with fear so I lit the candle as quickly as I could. Through the dancing flames of light, I noticed a few envelopes lying on the counter near the sink.

A loud crash startled me and I dropped the candle directly on the envelope, igniting it like a torch. I quickly grabbed the burning papers running for the sink yelling “Hot Mail, Hot Mail!” I extinguished the fire, turned to run, and suddenly realized that my arms were stuck and “Linkedin” to a wall of sticky, gelatinous, cobwebs.

I struggled with the paranormal cobwebs for a few seconds and finally broke free. As I ran back through the kitchen, I heard a voice scream; “You must leave now!” “Who said that?” I yelled back trying to hide my fear and my knocking knees. Something made me look in the sink and I almost fainted when I saw the partially toasted envelope speaking to me. “Gee Mail, who are you?” I screamed out like a little girl. A light finally went off in my head; “BING!”

I had just opened my mouth to say something when out of nowhere, I saw a face . . . a horribly, terrifying face. I watched as it floated into a moldy, dusty, book teetering on the edge of a broken shelf. I gently put the candle down and with my hands shaking like a bowl of jello, picked up the book.

It was a book about faces . . . It was a “Facebook”! The face in the book appeared again, but this time it was less terrifying, almost melancholy. Staring me in the eyes, it softly, but firmly, said; “The treasure which you seek is in the book with the empty cigar tubes!”

I turned to my left and immediately “Stumbled upon” the book with the empty cigar tubes in it. I feverishly opened it not knowing what to expect. The tubes magically came to life and in perfect unison and with majestically deep voices, sang; “Congratulations, you now must be shown. how The treasure you seek is under my throne, but to call it your own, you must first play the bones.”

“You Tubes” are awesome!” I screamed out. Now all I have to do is figure out what play the bones . . . “I’ve got it; I know what I have to do!” I shouted as I ran into the living room. “The bones mean I have to play this old, antique, harpsichord” Nervously, I placed my trembling fingers on what I hoped were the right keys and played the only chord I knew.

Like magic, the floor began to rumble and a wall in the living room opened up exposing a monstrous, hidden vault made of “chrome” that was filled with more gold, silver and jewels than I had ever seen in my entire life. I spastically, grabbed, for it and quickly put as much as I could carry in my pockets.

I played the bones one more time and the wall closed as if nothing was ever there. The secret was mine and only mine. I ran for the door and at the top of my lungs, kept joyfully shouting; “Yahoo, Yahoo, Yahoo!” Out the door I raced like a madman, only looking back to say thank you and announce that I’d be back again tomorrow. I was now the App-iest and wealthiest man in the Universe.

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Raising Your Vibrational Frequencies And Connecting To The Light

"MOTHER'S DAY AND THE STRONG MOM GIFT SET"

"The Strong Mom Gift Set For Mother's Day"

April 20th, 2016

“A RANDOM ACT OF KINDNESS, PAYING IT FORWARD”

"The App Story" . . . The Appiest Man In The World

James R. Sirois

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