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What inspires you? There are many things that inspire me such as people, things, quotes, stories and calamities. Yep, calamities the situations that bring you down, slap you in the face and turn your life upside down. No, they haven’t always inspired me and sometimes it is very hard to find the light in the calamity to inspire you. If you look hard enough you will find the light. It might be very small and not easily identifiable but it is there. What you do with this little light of inspiration will have in impact on the rest of your life.

The impact can be positive or negative, but as we all know negative only brings more negativity to your life. One of the hardest lessons that I have learned is to find the light in the calamity that has hit you in the face, but when you can turn it into a positive situation you will enrich your life with growth and strength. Doing this is no easy task and simply very painful at times, but it is your choice whether you want to live in the pain and let the pain suck the life out of you or do you want live and grow from the pain. You have only one life and spending in the dark levels of pain will only bring you down further and more negativity. Now that does not mean you can not have time every day to cry and feel down about the calamity that is slapping you in the face but only allow so much time every day to do this. Again, I know this is not easy but to survive in life this is one thing that everyone needs to learn how to do.

So the next time you have a calamity use it to inspire you. Find the light, and if you need help to find the inspiration find someone who is a good listener, nonjudgmental and who will not interfere. Remember to grow from this calamity and don’t let it eat you. One more step to being deliriously happy.

Everyday I watch this little girl go after everything she wants with unending determination and unyielding will power. It would drive most people nuts, insane, crying out for Calgon to take them away. This determination and will power is 24/7 for her. She never gives up….

First thing in the morning when she hits the floor, she is running around yelling babies, babies; that is what she calls the kittens. She runs as fast as her little feet can take her from one end of the couch to the other end. Give up, no way. She tries to cut them off at the end table and gets mad and cries for them because her plan to catch the kittens has failed and they escaped her trap. She gets stuck under the end table and cries help. She will do this non stop all day until we bring the dog in. Then the kittens get a break and then she cries baby again but this time it is for the dog. The dog seems to handle the baby torture. She is constantly hugged, kissed, poked, sat on and snuggled by the baby. Poor doggie. LOL!!
You ask is this the only time she acts like this, nope. When she wants something she will cry for hours until she gets it. No lie. When you wash her blankets and she sees, she will stand by the washer and dryer until the blanket is done and run back and forth to us crying for her blanket and wanting us to help her. She has this same behavior with everything she wants. You just have to laugh at her and try to redirect her which usually never works.

Silly child has this same determination about not wanting a diaper on. She wears one at night and for nap. She will take her diaper off so she does not pee in it. She will then pee in her bed. So every morning her bed is wet and her diaper is dry. She cries because she is wet. LOL!!

I applaud her determination and will power it makes me laugh. She is strong willed and never gives up. She has more determination then most people will ever have. Yes, I love it when it is her nap time and bed time. For that is the time I can have peace and quiet. She is a great baby. She does listen except when she has a baby brain freeze and is stuck on one subject then her will power and determination will kick in.

I’m working on having the same determination and will power she has. She is my baby “idol” lol.!! She is my inspiration with helping me accomplish my goals. One step closer to being deliriously happy which I’m. ~Ann Marie  nojobwanted.com

Last Friday night my daughter and I were working on our computers watching TV, when we both caught something from the corner of our eyes. It was a small gray varmint running in our family room. Immediately, we both stood on our couch and screamed with all our might. What do we do we asked each other. How do we get the mouse out of the house? My daughter thought of the hornet spay we just purchased. She asked if that would kill the mouse. I said I’m not sure but we can try. So armed with hornet spay in one hand and a broom in the other hand we began to hunt the mouse down from on top of the tables, stools, and couches.

First stop was the breakfast room where our screams scared the mouse and it ran under the hutch. We hosed everything down with hornet spay. I was on the table and somehow my daughter was brave and stood on the floor. The mouse ran by her into the dining room. She screamed and started to cry then froze in the door way unable to move. I was encouraging her with a yelling voice and a firm pat on the back that we needed to get in the dining room to get the mouse. We both hopped on top of the dining room table with one leap. Amazing we did not break any dishes. We amid our hornet spay and spayed every nook and corner in the room. The mouse was running from behind the high chair to under the hutch not knowing what to do and I’m sure was thinking what are those two weird chicks spraying at me.  We were screaming like our screams would scare the mouse to death. The mouse managed to escape us, yet again. We are now back in the family room. I was on the stool and my daughter was on the love seat. We were moving our couch from the top of our perches the best we could. Screaming and now laughing and scared to death of a little mouse that we could stomp to death with our foot. I told my daughter good thing there are no elephants around. Oh wait, we are the elephants! LOL!!  The mouse disappeared from behind the couch well, what do we do now? We both stated we could not sleep in a house that has a mouse. So we came off our perches and started our search for our uninvited guest. We were banging on the walls trying to scare the mouse so it would come out. We were hoping it didn’t run downstairs or into the bedrooms. The little varmint was hiding behind large basket on the floor. It ran out desperately trying to get away from us into the laundry room. We both screamed and ran to the laundry room. Now we are both on stepping stools. I went and got a shovel to hit the mouse if it got close enough and I didn’t freak out. Before I swung the shovel the first time, I had a brief moment of sanity. If I hit the mouse with the shovel I have a chance of breaking my ceramic tile. Not good so back to the brooms. The mouse ran from the one dryer to the washer back to another dryer. In the mouse’s attempts to find safety, Hornet spray was flying all over the laundry room. We were now getting braver ready to get the mouse with the brooms. We would have gotten it but when it came towards me I yelled or maybe both of us yelled and then it disappeared. We desperately looked for it but it was not to be seen again.

My daughter who is not a huge pet lover said, “That is it, we are getting cats.” She went on Craigslist and found us two female kitties. By Sunday we had two new pets. The kids are thrilled. They are doing a good job with taking care of them. They will be house kitties providing my sons’ allergies don’t kick in.

Monday morning I started to clean the garage, the only place around the house that the varmint could hide and have fun in. I took back my garage from the way the X had it and made it mine. I found where the mouse had been living and the evidence of a snake who had visited. Snake skin was left behind. Yes, I did scream again. I had a fleeting thought that it would be nice to have a man to do all this nasty work but the more I did the stronger I felt. I was taking back my garage. From there lead to the sanding of the half bath walls that the boy toy said  I needed just to take the dry wall down. I did it my way. I sanded the walls and it worked. Now I will have them ready to paint soon. Mind you these walls have been needed to be sanded for 2 years.  I moved to my yard next. I cleaned the leaves and things behind the heat pumps where there was a snake earlier this year that I had to kill. I then continued with the rest of the yard. Using an axe (which I have never used before) and a hammer, I began chopping up and moving 8 big stomps full of gross nasty bugs, beetles, and slugs. I was taking my yard back to help get keep the pest away.

The mouse gave me strength and motivation to do things that I have never done before. I have gotten so much done because of this mouse visiting my house. I guess I should have thanked him instead of chasing him around with hornet spray and a broom. So little mouse where ever you may be here or in the other world thank you for the strength and motivation that you gave me so I could take more of my life back and  for making me stronger. I will still chase you and you will lose. Don’t take personally but I will never like mice or rodents of any kind so please don’t visit again. One more step to becoming deliriously happy is being strong and taking back your life. *Ann Marie* nojobswanted.com

We all have noticed people that are different from the norm of what society thinks is normal. Are they trying to make a statement or are they free and comfortable with being themselves? Some people are quick to judge and immediately think that they are not worthy of being friends with them or acquaintances of them. They ridicule and criticize the person who dares to be themselves which is different from the norm. They just shut the door to acceptance and growth. How sad is that. When personally I think they should be embracing the friendship, acquaintance, and growth of your life from the person who dares to be different. You could have a great friend.

When I’m talking different, I’m talking about people who might have tattoo’s, piercing, multicolored hair, chains, dress differently, have different views, different ways of life. Kinda like the hippies from the  60’s.

Most people I find that dare to be themselves no matter what society thinks are usually very intelligent people who have great views and love for life. They have a sense of freedom that most people don’t have. They do not try to keep up the “Jones” instead they usually  are great lovers of life, knowledge and the environment. They think out of the box and have different ways of looking at things. Now this doesn’t mean that all different people think that way but most that I have came across are like this. They are usually warm and generous people and are very accepting.

You ask how I know about  being different from the norm. Well, I have tatoos and 14 holes in my ears. When my hair is down and my tatoos are covered I’m treated one way but when people see the tatoos and ear piercing they immediately treat me different. I’m not talking about the people who know I have them. I”m talking about strangers.  They don’t try to get to know me. The door is shut. How sad because they would find out that  I’m a loving mom, with a positive attitude, have an online business, have a dual degree one in Nursing and another one in  Child Development and I go to church. No different from the person that follows the norm. I just love myself and embrace my differences. I strive to be myself and love who I am. To me being your true self and following your path and not someone else’s  path is one the greatest steps you can take to becoming deliriously happy and bursting with joy.

So the next time you come accross a person who dares to be themselves don’t critize instead leave the door open and find out who they are, you might find a good friend who enriches your life. ~Ann Marie anessa.me

A question for you, do you believe that you are entitled to be called mom, dad, grandma, grandpa or do you think its a title that you earn?

I have strong feelings on this subject since I can remember, I have always been irritated by people who think they should be called grandparent, mom, or dad and are not even close to being one.  I stand firm on the fact that you earn that title by the way you act, love, and take on the responsibilities of that title. Just because you donated your sperm or egg does not entitle you to be called a parent, mom, or dad.  Time and time again we see kids tossed away by the parents. This could be in the form of abuse, neglect, the parent’s need to  always come first etc. You are not a parent if you just toss your kid money for what ever they need but you are not there for them. Nor are you a parent if you do not discipline your child.

Did the child ask to be born? Nope! You choose to have the child, so why would you want to treat the child like they are a piece of garbage that is easily tossed away. Carrying a baby for nine months and giving birth is no easy feat but in doing this does not entitle you to be called a parent. Nothing more irritating than you hear about abuse on the TV or newspaper and they said the abuse was done by the parent/mom/dad. I just want to say excuse me don’t put them in parent/mom/dad  category with me. They are not a parent they are a donor of some sort because parents would not do that to their children.

I feel the same way about grandparents. I have seen grandparents who could not even pick their grandchild out of a group of  kids and not because the kids were kept from them because the didn’t have time nor the inkling to spend with them. Or you have the parent/grandparent who has something else better to do then attend a special activity of the child. Now I’m not talking about the parents/grandparents who have to work (unless work is more important than the child, you know the workoholic), have an illness that is understandable or some other type of emergency.

Parents and grandparents earn their special titles by being loving, caring, nourishing role models to their children/grandchildren, when this happens you are very deserving of being called that  special title a parent/grandparent. One does not have to have any biologic ties to a child to be a parent/grandparent. A who person who gives up a child is a parent, mom, dad because they are putting the child first. You will have great success in creating the loving adults of the future, when you earn your title. Spreading the love to future generations, making deliriously happy adults.

By Ann Marie (workingmoms)

Ask yourself this question. When you do something out of the kindness of your heart what do you expect in return? If you gave money or paid a bill for someone do you expect the money back? Of course you expect to be paid back if it was a loan, but we are talking about doing something that someone did not ask you to do.

I love doing things for people. I don’t expect them to pay me for what I have done. I do it because I get satisfaction out of helping someone in their time of need. I have always have taken the stance of it’s better to give than receive. One thing that I learnt growing up and live by today. I see people who have done nice things for people then shout it out from the roof tops. Look what I did. I’m great for it. Or I paid this bill for you and even though you did not ask for it, I want the money back. Or I did this and this for you could you do this for me. People who are like this had alternative motives for being kind. They want to make themselves look good and black mail per say for when they need or want something.

One of the books I read was called a Christmas Jar. Every year a family would save money in a jar and give it to someone in need at Christmas. They would do it anonymously so the person could not find out who they were. They did it out of the kindness of their heart and not for the recognition. That is how I choose to be. To me the giver who shouts from roof top is miserable and feels the only way to feel good is by shouting his good deeds. I choose to be the silent giver-the anonymous giver. Only me and the big guy upstairs needs to know what I did. I feel so deliriously happy and gratified with just me knowing. When you can truly feel this way, you are one step closer to being deliriously happy and loving yourself and your life.

Have you ever had great days when everything was going good and bam, slap in the face you run into a negative person who is evil and mean…They get their joys out of making people miserable…You wonder why are they so mean…They can’t stand to see anyone happy…and if you look at them funny they are accusing you of not being nice…and all you want to do is hold up a mirror and tell them what do you see in the mirror? A happy nice person or a person who is miserably mean and evil…They are the first ones to throw stones and point out everyone’s faults… I use to let these people bother me…and I would let them ruin my whole day or two…and for what so they accomplished what they set out to do…make me miserable…

Well, I love to be happy…so what should I do…I give myself time to vent and be irritated by them for about 20 min…then I let it go….I tell myself that some people no matter what happens in life can only survive making people miserable…I gain strength by thinking this way….and when I see them I tell myself don’t let them bring you down… You are stronger then their negativity…and boom a smile comes on my face…I find my happy thoughts…and the negative atmosphere turns positive…One step closer to being deliriously happy……Take every bump, lump and unhappy person and find the sun light in the gray cloud…no damper on my day…….

Post By Ann Marie a.k.a. AAWorkingmoms anessa.me

When you truly love someone you accept all the little  and big annoyances…when you see them you get excited and happy….and you are good to them….they enrich your life…..and bring you happiness…. Too many times we forget about why we love them and don’t accept the annoyances and throw it away….sometimes we are happier yet other times we follow the same path…so maybe it’s us…..we need to learn how to accept people for who they are and learn to accept their annoyances for us to be truly happy….everyone has annoyances and you will never be truly happy until you learn to accept them….and when you do….. you will be one step closer to being deliriously happy….

There are many things in this world that upsets us…personal things, work, cable guy, I could go on forever…but you get the drift…what does that accomplish when you get upset…It hurts you the worst….takes away from your happiness…shortens your life span and for what….just a bunch of negativity…I’m not saying not to get mad…..get mad and then be done with it….tell yourself to be happy put a smile on your face and be happy….this takes work….lots of work but it helps decrease your bad moods which makes you and everyone around you happier……Remember your mood/attitude is your choice…You can’t get time back so why spend it being upset? Did it accomplish anything by being upset? Remember people don’t like being around negative people….you attract more people being positive and happy…which takes you one step closer to being deliriously happy…

Post by Ann Marie (workingmoms) Anessa.me

~ William James

Everyday we have things that happen that we get irritated by ….rarely do we stop and find some happiness or joy from the irritation and put a bigger grin on our face and give thanks for the irritation that has now become a joy…Just recently my little girl took her diaper off and played in her poo…..I laughed…yes, it was a BIG mess to clean and I could of easily gotten upset but life is too short and the look on her face…to me it was her way of putting a bigger grin on my face for the rest of my life because I get to have the sweet pleasure of telling the story forever…which will add  smiles and laughs for a lifetime…….

Find happiness and joy in the things that usually make you upset or irritated…this is a hard lesson to learn but once you have learned  how to look at little irritating things differently your life will begin to change…. life will be a whole lot happier and take you one step closer to being deliriously happy……

Ann Marie(workingmoms) anessa.me

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