Lose the Crowd, Beat the Blues

Short on space? Women who live in tight quarters -say with a big family in a small house-are more likely to be depressed than men who do , according to the new research . Men typically cope by spending time alone, but women often felt guilty about taking time for themselves. The guys are on to something: A little solitude can help you ditch the bad mood. So instead of feeling guilty about taking care an extra long shower or sneaking out to catch a movie, go ahead and indulge. A little "you time " just make you happier.

"Each happiness of yesterday is a memory for tomorrow"

May you always have a positive thoughts

May everyday of your life bring you fresh hopes for tomorrow-because hope gives all of us reason for trying.
May each new day bring feeling of excitement , joy and wonderful sense of expectation.Expect the best , and you'll get it.
May you find peace in simple things, because those are the ones that will always be there.
May you remember the good times and forget the sorrow and pain, for the good times will remind you of how special your life has been.
May you always feel secure and loved, and know you are the best.
May you experienced all the good things in life -the happiness of realizing your dreams, the joy of feeling worthwhile, and the satisfaction of knowing you succeeded.
May you find warmth in others, expressions of love and kindness, smiles that encourage you, and friends who are loyal and honest.
May you relize the importance of patience and accept others for what they are.With uderstanding and love, you'll find the good in every heart.
May you have faith in others and the ability to be vulnerable. open your heart and reallyshare the miracle of love and intimacy.
Above all, may you always have positive thoughts.



"Each happiness of yesterday is a memory for tomorrow"

memorable and wonderful

Most individuals associate childhood memories with their first love - memorable and wonderful. This can often be seen in school alumni dinners where one's childhood memories will be brought up for discussion way into the wee hours of the night. Childhood memories is a bond that are shared among most of us, and this is especially so for those of us whose deep friendships have been forged in academic libraries, noisy classrooms and school canteens.

I often wondered why childhood memories are often more memorable than our adult years. And the only factor that I am to identify is that of innocence. Innocence - a quality inherent in all of us- is a strange quality but like almost all things in life, follows the natural cycle of life.

It appears pure and demure when we are in our infancy stage, acquires a tinge of mischievousness during our teenage years, reaches its full strength during our courtship and romantic phase, weakens as we reach our adult years when maturing, and comes back to life again when we enter our "second childhood" phase in our old age. It remains in us throughout our lives without giving up on us. Even in times of senility, it does not forsake us. It is our guardian angels, guiding us in taking a light-hearted approach to life and giving us a reprimanding pat on our heads when we fail to learn how to let go



"Each happiness of yesterday is a memory for tomorrow"

power of childhood memories

Nothing is more powerful than the memories created by a child's experiences. The child's memories fashion the adult's life. Every day of adult life is touched by the memories of childhood experiences.

Our greatest adult fears were created by childhood memories. Our greatest adult anxieties were produced by childhood memories. Our most negative adult views of ourselves are the product of childhood memories.

Our most important adult goals have their roots in childhood memories. Our most powerful adult drives have their roots in childhood memories. Our adult attitudes, adult perspectives, adult expectations, and adult view of life are all powerfully influenced by our childhood experiences and memories.

Most individuals associate childhood memories with their first love - memorable and wonderful. This can often be seen in school alumni dinners where one's childhood memories will be brought up for discussion way into the wee hours of the night. Childhood memories is a bond that are shared among most of us, and this is especially so for those of us whose deep friendships have been forged in academic libraries, noisy classrooms and school canteens.



"Each happiness of yesterday is a memory for tomorrow"

Today's Flower #1

There's no better way to cheer someone up than with an awesome flower





"Each happiness of yesterday is a memory for tomorrow"

I am a Working Mom

Hello World! I'm finally here. Everything is going to be fine. You'll see.

This is my first blog post. Ever. This is also the first publicly available piece of writing I've ever created. The pressure is on. I've actually put off writing this post for nearly three weeks now. It's not that I didn't want to post, but I felt that a first post needed to have some sort of special significance or insight.

There are many things I plan to write about, and hopefully they will live up to the name of this blog and prove insightful and helpful to people in many of my various areas of interest. However, for my first post I want to start with an all encompassing post that doesn't necessarily dive right into the gory details of being a working mom.

Reality for many of us working moms is having too much to do and not enough time in which to do it. I remember all too well trying to work outside the home plus be a wife and mother. Getting up so early in the morning, getting the school-age children ready school, plus trying to get myself ready for the work day. They say that the first half hour of the day sets the tone for the rest of the day. I remember the tone being set for stress and anger. Then going to work, dealing with the pressure and demands of the workplace, trying to perform my duties and yet thinking about and missing my children.

At the end of the workday, the home workday would just begin. Helping the kids get homework started, everyone being hungry and wanting dinner now, getting the dishes done, laundry started, facilitating fights between the kids. Add to the fun, time with my husband, relationships with family and friends, grocery shopping, paying bills, illnesses, transporting kids to and from sporting or after school events and the result was often one tired, stressed, burned out mom. Even going into the bathroom as a safe haven of solitude and silence did not work -- they always found me.

I hope you've enjoyed my first post. I've certainly enjoyed writing it. Check back again soon for another completely random sample of the things rattling around in my head. Hopefully something cool will pop out.

"Each happiness of yesterday is a memory for tomorrow"