I'm currently trying to learn my new computer system. I am very surprised to see that the young things working in the IT industry feel they are allowed to tell folks what they MUST do, as well as how much to pay for it. The Codex thingy, as well. ...And the CFL light bulbs, with all the mercury, and so on.
My way of straightening them out is to simply ask the Universe to teach them, in the way that they learn best. Even silly asses belong here, just as we do, and can and will learn better...if only to improve sales, by understanding the real meaning of customer service.
Hold your best thoughts for those who need to catch up with the rest of us. They'll love doing better.
Hon, do you mean the recipe for the in-betweens?
I was so green that I mixed the seven ingredients together, in equal measure...and it tastes awful!
Better I should have put the savories together, and mixed the sweets in another container.
I've still got some left in the bottom of a jar on my kitchen counter, I haven't mixed any into my cooking for a long while. I have to kind of hold my nose when I do, and it's so unfair to dh.
I am from the old 'waste not, want not' school. Grin.
I haven't looked at the Humaworm site in a while, but apparently there is a course of capsules to be taken over 45 days, and Dr. Bailey agreed that two of those, back to back, would work well for the 90-day period between rounds of Humaworm.
Ever experimental, I tried the suggestion of a lady I know who is very clever, and affectionate..."take a while off from cleansing, to rebuild."
I didn't know how, but it sort of came to me, and in the last week or two I have felt refreshed, and wake up with a smile on my face.
The body seems to assimilate the way one lives their life, and settles into the best routine you understand. One can feel the improvements.
Sleep, of course, is my best medicine. It has been waking at night, for years, that has hurt me...and a mouthful of mercury amalgam.
Sometimes, even recently, I find myself worrying about the world's ills instead of sleeping. It makes me so darn mad.
Lately I just get up and go pedal on my exerciser. Five minutes of that and I forget to worry, and I'm back to bed.
I try to wrap myself in the comforting arms of my guardian angel and remember to send quiet thoughts of peace and learning to everyone on earth, each in their own unique way, and at their own time.
There is no time, anyway, is there? And no limit to energy.
'Select' or highlight any text you wish to copy by dragging your cursor over it.
Then place your cursor on the blue highlighted area, and click the righthand button on your mouse.
That puts a copy of the highlighted text you chose into your mouse.
Now you can go anywhere where you can type, click on your righthand mouse button and get a little box that allows you several options. Click on 'Paste' and get a copy of what you wanted to drop where you want it.
I'll demonstrate with the above paragraph.
First, I'll highlight it by dragging my cursor (flashing up and down line) over the print I want to copy, then, placing my cursor on the bright blue area, I right-click on 'Copy' in the little box that appears.
Now I'll 'Paste' it below...
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...Now you can go anywhere where you can type, click on your righthand mouse button and get a little box that allows you several options. Click on 'Paste' and get a copy of what you wanted to drop where you want it...
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It's 11:45 p.m. here on the western end of Canada. I gotta go put this white head on a pillow.
I'm looking at a recent photo of my/our son, with me (I'm the fluffy one). He was born in 1972, 10 days before his birth mother put him in my care (through the proper channels, of course).
I knew nothing, but I made mostly the best choices, just by common sense, thank heavens.
He is the best thing that ever happened to me. Now he has two small beautiful girls of his own.