My Thrive Experience

I have to share the most amazing thing. I am at home this morning watching my grand daughter and one of her second cousins while Fran is gone to a gym to workout. So what, you say. A month ago, she didn't want to get out of bed, much less exercise. What is the difference? Thrive, that's what.

For years Fran hasn't felt good. Almost everyday she woke up with a headache. Almost everyday she complained about some ache or other. I once asked her to tell me if she ever felt good, because I began to wonder if she ever felt good.

While visiting my sister on our way to Daytona Beach for vacation in early September, we noticed something different about her. She had more energy and seemed more excited about life. We insisted she tell us what she was doing. She provided Fran with a sample of Thrive from Le-Vel. She gave her enough to last until we returned the following week from vacation. Sure, we said. She will try it. I'm not sure what we expected. We even called it “Snake Oil”.We, I mean she, has tried many things over the years to try to feel better, with no success.

On the third day, Fran told me she felt good. We were able to swim and take long walks on the beach all week with no back pain. She has only had one headache since she started using the product. That, in itself makes it worth it to me, the husband, but there is so much more. She reports that her continual back pain is gone, she has more energy and wants to work out. That never happened before. She joined a gym last week. In three weeks, her clothes are no longer tight and I know the pounds and inches are going to continue to disappear as a result of her energy and determination to take better care of herself. I've begun my Thrive Experience and must say that I have more energy and don't find myself yawning every time I sit down.

Guys ask yourself if your wife would benefit from more energy and a new zest for life and while you're at it, what about yourself. I know our women are much more open with us and their friends about the way they feel than we men are, but think about it. Wouldn't you like to feel better. We don't have to come home from work, sit down in our favorite chair and sleep while we “watch” TV. The Thrive 8 Week experience might just be the thing to redirect your life. Check it out at EveryoneThrive.com

I'm Telling You

Has anyone besides me noticed that it seems that every human being on the planet doesn't want much. They just want what they want, and they want it like they want it when they want it. From birth to death it is a constant struggle to get what we want. As infants, we wail our cute little heads off for food, attention and hygienic services. Nothing much ever changes except that for most of our lives we can handle our own hygienic needs. 

As children we didn't really care who we inconvenienced when we thought we needed something critical to our well being, like candy, going outside to play, or the latest fill in the blank.

As teenagers, our right to listen to whatever purported itself to be music at the time greatly surpassed anyone else's right to peace and quiet. Our need for independence surpassed our parent's concern about our safety and well being when we were away from them. Our need to spend small fortunes on what turned out to be trivial trinkets and mostly junk was much more important than our parent's concern over us wasting our money. We knew more than those old people telling us what to do.

As young adults, we couldn't believe how disrespectful children and teenagers had become in a few short years, sometimes months. We began to complain about how expensive it was to buy all the things we took for granted while we were living with mom and dad. Maybe, if we hadn't bought all those packages of wacky racer bubble gum to get the cards, we might have a few more dollars in our pockets. We wondered what other junk we had to show for all the money we either earned from a job or were given as an allowance.

On the day we became parents, we suddenly became aware of those inconsiderate teenagers and young adults that didn't know that babies have to get their sleep and carried on with loud activities way past eight o'clock at night. Then we began that tenuous journey of child raising. We became the ones that had to do things for the good of the little angel entrusted to us. We asked ourselves why won't they just do what we tell them. They will never get in trouble that way. It made perfect sense. Why won't they just listen. Frightening things began to happen as parents. We began to hear voices, our parents voices, coming from our own mouths. At first it was scary, then enlightenment came and we laughed at ourselves.

Then we got to become grandparents. I was never an uncle before I had my own children, but from what I have observed, it might be close to being as much fun as being a grandparent, but I'll never know. Nothing beats being a grandparent, so far. So far she is almost always as glad to see me as my dog is. We get to love them, spoil them and then we get a good night's sleep. As a grandparent we get the privilege of watching our children raise our grandchild, seeing all the things they are doing the wrong way and biting our tongues to keep our thoughts to ourselves, at least most of the time. We bite our tongues because our children are going through what we went through when we were going through the phase in the previous paragraph.

NOTE TO MY CHILDREN. I don't have to do much tongue biting. You're doing a great job. You make me proud daily as I watch you. I caution you that you may soon begin to hear voices too.

As we grow more experienced (older) in life, we begin to offer our opinions and insights to those individuals around us that sorely need our wisdom and guidance. This phase begins when we, as toddlers, try to convince infants that the red sippy cup is ours and no you can't have it. You need to get your bottle. By the time we are old, whenever that is, we are full of knowledge about just about everything. Just ask us. But you won't, so we have to tell you.

You see, from cradle to grave, we want things our way. Unfortunately life is not like Burger King and we don't always get it our way. With all that said, my premise is that throughout life we just want what we want. We want it done the right way, which is our way and can't understand why everyone doesn't just listen to us and have a better life because our way is, in fact, the best way.

If you have any questions about anything, ask somebody, anybody. They will be glad to tell you just what you need to do. I promise they know best.

The views expressed by the author of this piece are entirely my own and by my own definition above, are the only ones that matter. If you disagree, write your own. They will be right too.

Ron

Did you know?

As you may know, Alton Brit is my alter ego with a word processor. My second book, Stories from Morris Pointe Volume: 1, Just Good Friends, has been available from Smashwords.com since early March. The second volume of the series is nearly completed and I hope to upload it to Smashwords before the end of April. My series that has its focus on the inhabitants of the fictional community of Morris Pointe is expanding. As in real life, the people of Morris Pointe have connections to others, far beyond their community. Find out what happens next with the couple that would be Just Good Friends. Watch forStories from Morris Pointe Volume 2: A Wedding Surprise, coming in April, 2014.

My new book, Finding A New Normal, is now available online at https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/306187 Smashwords has the book in formats for your nook, kindle, and other popular ereaders. It should be available at Barnes & Noble, Amazon and other online outlets in the next few days.

Send an email to altonbrit@gmail.com and I'll send you a code for a free download. I just ask that you read my book and consider giving it a review at www.smashwords.com

I've wanted to write a book for years. I'm finally doing it. I invite you to follow my progress with this book and many more to follow. I plan to use Alton Brit for a pen name. I hope you decide to keep tabs on me as I follow my dream.  You will find me listed at your favorite ebook seller site soon.

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Google Maps

I had two interesting experiences with google maps in the past few days. On Saturday, I traveled to Fort Worth, Texas, to attend the Aledo Texas High School Graduation on Monday evening. My niece was an honor graduate on Monday night. Saturday, I was ready to put google maps in the dog house. Somehow, after I told my droid X where I wanted to go, the destination got changed and we arrived at our location which was about thirty miles from my brother’s house near Aledo. Today all was forgiven. At Gurdon, we had to leave I-30 due to an accident on the road ahead. Thanks to google maps, we were able to find an alternate route thru the country side and avoided waiting with all the slow moving traffic. Along the way, we happened upon an old iron bridge and a photo opportunity. I will be giving google maps another try later, but next time, I will double check my destination.

Isn't Arkansas Weather Great?

I love living in Arkansas. I was born here and have lived here for all but three years of my life that I lived in Anchorage, Alaska. I believe I appreciate life here more now than I did before Alaska because I made the decision to move back. After those three years in Anchorage, I vowed to wear shorts outside every month. This week, I haven’t been tempted to fulfill my vow for February 2011.

We live our lives at such a hectic pace, at least until the first snow flake falls. Then, in Arkansas, everything comes to a slippery, sliding halt. During three school years in Anchorage, our sons missed one day school due to snow. It was so different. Snow events like the one yesterday are mere inconveniences when your city is prepared. We, in the south, are not ready, so we have days like yesterday and today.

With any luck, by Tuesday it will all be gone and we can either look forward to the next snow or dread the same.