I'm so lame. It's the Four Agreements, not promises, and here they are - not what I wrote at all -
The Four Agreements are:
BE IMPECCABLE WITH YOUR WORD.
Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your word in the of truth and love.
DON'T TAKE ANYTHING PERSONALLY.
Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won't be the victim of needless suffering.
DON'T MAKE ASSUMPTIONS.
Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness, and drama. With just this one agreement, you can completely transform your life.
ALWAYS DO YOUR BEST.
Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are tired as opposed to well-rested. Under any circumstance, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse, and regret.
The Four Agreements sound simple, even simplistic. But try keeping just one for an entire day!
See why I'd never be able to do manage this??? - Wab
This is why I think Plain Jane is so funny- is it just me or does this make other ppl laugh out loud too?
February 10, 2003
I don't feel good.
Daily News: Elliot's parent-teacher conference was uneventful. Just more of the same crap. This time Mr. Blackfoot, the student teacher, was there. He's like 50 years old! I don't know, in my day, student teachers were around 20 years old and all giggly and immature. This guy was downright dour. He didn't really say much, except to nod his head mournfully in agreement when the real teacher would say **** like, "Elliot KNOWS all the answers, he just doesn't do the work," and "Well, this 'D' is only based on 10 points, so..." and "These letter grades don't MEAN anything, we just do it because we can." What a bunch of crap. Anyway, he got one A, one B, three Cs, and the aforementioned D. The D was in Social Studies, and he received it because they handed out a word search puzzle containing ten words relevant to Kansas' road to statehood, and Elliot "wasted time" and was only able to circle six words. Six out of ten = a "D". Though I was trying to be civil for Mr. Friendly's sake, I did pipe up at this point, "I see...so he's not bad at Social Studies, he's bad at puzzles?" His teacher got red in the face and Mr. Blackfoot had to get up and get a drink. But otherwise, I gave them a pass. I have decided that if his teacher is so boring that I can't decipher her emails and my mind actually wanders during a conversation with her, then I'm not going to worry too much about his 'D' in word search puzzles. I'm going to wait and see what happens next year. I'm going to request a male teacher, if possible. He does better with male teachers for some reason.
My dinner for my mommee went well; that is to say, I didn't burn anything. The birthday cake, however, was a work of art. We took a picture of it, but I don't think Tim downloaded the pictures in the camera, and NO, I can't download them because the picture disk thingie doesn't like me, and whenever I try to do it, it never works and my husband never answers the *******ed telephone when I call him to ask for help. I don't think he even really sits at the phone number he has given me, because he has never, ever, once answered it. I decided there was just no reason to buy a birthday cake at our local grocery store, because they taste waxy and nasty. I am in no way demeaning the birthday cakes that anyone else may buy at other grocery stores, mind you, just the grocery store that we are forced to go to. So I just hauled off and made one, and bought pink roses and sprinkles and edible writing gel. I was gripped by stage fright when I got ready to write "Happy Birthday" on it, but I practiced a little on the back of a paper plate, and then just started right in. It was comical, really, because I was home alone with the chilluns at the time, since my husband now has to work on Saturdays too. I had the cake in the geometric center of the dining room table, because Holly was frantically trying to climb up on the table so she could defile the cake in some way, and I was crouched on a chair, with my left elbow out like a gate, staring intently at the cake, yelling, "No, no, no, get, down! I am trying to write this! Bad girl! Hold on, Sis, I'm almost done, almost done, get DOWN! DOWN! THERE! THANK GOD!" It's a miracle it turned out at all, especially given the fact that the last layer cake I tried to decorate turned out so lopsided and crappy, that I gave up in a rage and wrote "**** YOU, CAKE" across the top in green frosting and left it on the counter to wilt in the summer heat. I originally was just going to write "**** YOU" on it, but added the addendum of ,CAKE so that my poor husband didn't come home and think I'd gone off the beam and decided to divorce him using a cake as a messenger.
YOU ARE RIGHT WABBY---SHE IS HI LARRY ***----ESPECIALLY THE CAKE MESSAGE!!! I DID LAUGH OUT LOUD-----------NOW TELL US HOW TO GET TO HER SIGHT AND LIVE VICARIOUSLY THROUGH HER.
Omygod, I'm so glad I wasn't drinking anything when I read that. I'm in tears I was laughing so much. This isn't a 3fc journal, I presume? You have to tell me where it is so I can see more!
I looked up those 4 promise things yesterday and had pretty much decided it was the four agreements, but I wasn't sure if Oprah had come out with her version or what. Anyway, I can't possibly do any of those, so I'm doomed. I can't even be nice for more than 20 minutes out of a day.
I got some fish emulsion fertilizer for my leetle garden. I can hardly wait to smell that! It's supposed to be deoderized, but I'm sure my cats will enjoy digging up my whole garden after I use it.
I'm so p-o'ed at myself -- I bought 3 bras about a month or more ago and I was supposed to send in a little form and receipt to get one more free. The deadline is coming up in a few days and I can't find the receipt. Arrrrrrrrggggh!
Going to another wake tonight. blah. At least this time it's someone really old who died. I couldn't take another untimely death.
Oh, the journal thing I'm doing is beta version (in testing mode) of the new journal site that 3fc is going to when they upgrade the whole site. If you are interested in the whole topic, there is info under Announcements I think. I see brattie is testing too.
I might change my name to poopy head.
I had "vacation" and I feel poopy. I was all excited, and now I'm back and poopy. It was hot and humid. I did enjoy the art museum, and driving around looking at the houses which are completely different than the ones here in suburban Texas. For one thing there were lots of trees. But it was still HOT. I tried to walk, but my feet are getting odd red bumps on the bottoms, and I don't know if it was my new walking shoes or some creepy skin ailment. At least they don't hurt. They scare me though. Can you get melanoma overnight on the soles of your feet?
DD is preparing for move from DC to Boston and has no time to talk on phone. DS is busy at work and doesn't talk, either. DH took another day off today, and I'm supposed to be working... (Just wasted my lunch break checking e-mail, so I won't have "lunch" either... will be famished by the time I get home for dinner. Grouch.
AND, worst of all the splurges I had set me back my whole 5 pounds lost over the past two weeks. NOT FAIR NOT FAIR NOT FAIR.
NOT FAIR NOT FAIR NOT FAIR!!!!!!!! i love it-----you are soooooooooo right Paintypants---or Poopypants take your pick-----THAT is what i was just ****ing saying to my friend---------if i ate everything i liked i would weigh fifty pounds more---------just by having a splurge here and there,i am lucky to stay THIS fat-----------you don't lose weight anymore,you are just lucky if you don't gain weight-----sorry about your crappy vacation
The worst thing that I have learned this day is that something is bothering my darling precious niece. May it be so temporary that it seems unreal.
As for the rest of you, you can blow it out yer shorts. Swearing indeed!! Hrumph. That Jane Old Woman is pretty funny though.
If you get bored like me and you go to www.pogo.com and you decide to play Showbiz Slots, you will find yourself in a chat room that awards you tokens (worthless ones) for clicking over and over on a slot machine thing. If you get three hearts in a row,you get a segment of the story about Betsy who wants to leave the small town and make it in Hollywood. The story changes a bit from time to time but not much. Sometimes Betsy wants to get rich and buy indoor plumbing for the farm. Sometimes she wants to get mama a facelift.
Well, she goes, gets a job as a waitress, gets an agent, meets Chad (throb throb) a struggling screenwriter, breaks a date with him for an audition. The furtherest I've got in the story is Chad sitting on a park bench with a bottle in his hand because of the broken date.
I want to know more. The story would take hours to complete.
Besides that, the durned realtor is calling again. They said they sold the house but the message was "I'll be bringing a lady by in 20 minutes to see the house." Very unpleasant.
Cowpie, don't they have any landlord/tenant laws in florider? What happened to the required 24 hour notice? Don't tell me that you're letting the realtor in just to be nice, because, Missy, I know better than that.
Hey, Painterbabe, I know what you mean about no fair. Even though I'm on a downward trend at this moment in time I could blink my eye and regain 20 jiggly pounds. Where did you go on vacation? I missed that. What are the houses in suburban Texas like? Do they all look like South Fork ?
Kiwi, that buy 3 bras get one free deal, only you have to follow our piddly little rules to a tee, do backflips, read the fine print and get it postmarked by a certain time is a crock. The whole rebate thing is a conspiracy against the consumers of America, and yes, Bagzie, I'm including Canada in that.
Tonight is WW weigh in - what do you think the official scale vs. the bathroom scale difference will be? Did I tell you how much I love my bathroom scale?
I'm hungry. I always want to eat big on WW night because I have a whole week to make amends for it. After my weigh in, of course. Before my weigh in, I strip all jewelry off, quit drinking anything a couple hours before, go pee and exhale when I step on the scale. Don't need any hot air to weigh me down. And you all know how full of hot air I am.
was just playing cribbage and to make conversation asked my opponent where she was from. Maine. South part. Said she must know about the national park movement. It'll be awesome, she said. I said not everyone agrees. Lumbermen and hunters, she said.
No, I didn't let them in. I didnt' even see them. But no I wouldn't let them in. They told me they sold the house. That should end all this showing shouldn't it?'
Rebates suck. We never got our rebate from Office Max for DS14's Christmas present. Bunch of crooks.
Lushie, I'm so sorry about your daughter's knee. Doctors are good for stitching stuff up or setting broken bones, but beyond that...
Wabby, that plain jane is hysterical! Thanks! Also, I hope you have as much fun as possible on your camping trip.
I could never keep those four agreements. The first time I get behind the wheel, I would break number one. I'm always breaking number two and three. Four is the only one I get a gold star in.
Hi to Bagzie, Kiwi, Painter, Cowpernia & everyone! On Topic, I'm logging my diet and exercise faithfully... according to Fitday, I'm creating a deficit of 600-1000 calories a day. So why am I four pounds heavier?
It's supposed to be deoderized, but I'm sure my cats will enjoy digging up my whole garden after I use it.
receipt. Arrrrrrrrggggh! 
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