Σάββατο 31 Δεκεμβρίου 2011

My New Year Message to You




   Here's my heartfelt message to you for the new year:


                                                     I love you!


Ελληνικα: Σ'αγαπω(saγapo)
English -I love you!
Afrikaans - Ek Fhet jou lief
Albanian - Te dua
Arabic - Ana behibek
Armenian - Yes kez sirumen
Bambara - M'bi fe
Bangla - Aamee tuma ke bhalo aashi
Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu
Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo
Bulgarian - Обичам те
Cambodian - Soro lahn nhee ah
Cantonese Chinese - Ngo oiy ney a
Catalan - T'estimo
Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse
Chichewa - Ndimakukonda
Corsican - Ti tengu caru (to male)
Creole - Mi aime jou
Croatian - Volim te
Czech - Miluji te
Danish - Jeg Elsker Dig
Dutch - Ik hou van jou
Esperanto - Mi amas vin
Estonian - Ma armastan sind
Ethiopian - Afgreki'
Faroese - Eg elski teg
Farsi - Doset daram
Filipino - Mahal kita
Finnish - Mina rakastan sinua
French - Je t'aime, Je t'adore
Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort
Georgian - Mikvarhar
German - ich liebe dich
Greek - S'agapau
Gujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo
Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw
Hawaiian - Aloha wau ia oi
Hebrew - Ani ohev otah (to female)
Hebrew - Ani ohev et otha (to male)
Hindi - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae
Hmong - Kuv hlub koj
Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta
Hungarian - Szeretlek
Icelandic - Eg elska tig
Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw
Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu
Inuit - Negligevapse
Irish - Taim i' ngra leat
Italian - Ti amo
Japanese - Aishiteru
Kannada - Naanu ninna preetisuttene
Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka
Kiswahili - Nakupenda
Konkani - Tu magel moga cho
Korean - Sarang Heyo
Latin - Te amo
Latvian - Es tevi miilu
Lebanese - Bahibak
Lithuanian - Tave myliu
Malay - Saya cintakan mu / Aku cinta padamu
Malayalam - Njan Ninne Premikunnu
Mandarin Chinese - Wo ai ni
Marathi - Me tula prem karto
Mohawk - Kanbhik
Moroccan - Ana moajaba bik
Nahuatl - Ni mits neki
Navaho - Ayor anosh'ni
Norwegian - Jeg Elsker Deg
Pandacan - Syota na kita!!
Pangasinan - Inaru Taka
Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo
Persian - Doo-set daaram
Pig Latin - Iay ovlay ouyay
Polish - Kocham Ciebie
Portuguese - Eu te amo
Romanian - Te ubesk
Russian - Ya tebya liubliu
Scot Gaelic - Tha gradh agam ort
Serbian - Volim te
Setswana - Ke a go rata
Sign Language - ,,,/ (represents position of fingers when
signing'I Love You')
Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan
Sioux - Techihhila
Slovak - Lu`bim ta
Slovenian - Ljubim te
Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo
Swahili - Ninapenda wewe
Swedish - Jag alskar dig
Swiss-German - Ich lieb Di
Tagalog - Mahal kita
Taiwanese - Wa ga ei li
Tahitian - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe
Tamil - Nan unnai kathalikaraen
Telugu - Nenu ninnu premistunnanu
Thai - Chan rak khun (to male)
Thai - Phom rak khun (to female)
Turkish - Seni Seviyorum
Ukrainian - Ya tebe kahayu
Urdu - mai aap say pyaar karta hoo
Vietnamese - Anh ye^u em (to female)
Vietnamese - Em ye^u anh (to male)
Welsh - 'Rwy'n dy garu
Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh
Yoruba - Mo ni fe











Love in all forms and languages

Eirini

Παρασκευή 30 Δεκεμβρίου 2011

New Year Resolutions












Write down everything you want in your life. Then take off the brakes. What would it be like to let your creative talents or your true self manifest fully? By doing this, you will be able to identify and change the limiting beliefs that are blocking you from accomplishing all that you can do and be." - Dr. Christiane Northru




Twenty years ago if you had asked me I'd have told you that my greatest dream is to find the love of my life, to have a big family with lots of kids and a school of my own . Fast forward to now,those three biggest wishes of mine were granted. Even if my marriage is on the rocks at the moment,I know I can either make it right if I really wish it to be so,or let go of it and embrace the new.In either case I have lived the bliss of a great love story and it was awsome. My kids,though a source of infinite trouble and exhaustion,are also a source of infinitive bliss as well. And as for my school,though things are really hard at the moment businesswise for practically everyone in my country,I have also known the bliss ( and the heartache) of owning a business and I can assure you,even if I end up going bankrupt one day, it is definitely worth the ride!!

Why am I telling you this? Is it because I'd love to brag? Well,that may be a small part of it,but there is a point I am trying to make as well :

Dreams can and do pecome real all the time! Stop blaming the economic meltdown,your age,your circumstances or whatever and take action towards those dreams! Now!


DREAM BIG! DREAM OUTRAGEOUSLY! DREAM LIKE YOU 'VE NEVER DREAMT BEFORE!

Here's what I want you to do:

Take out a piece of paper and write down this:


                                             LIST OF MY LONG-FORGOTTEN DREAMS


Go back to your childhood or teenage years if you have to. The most recent ones as well.The big and the smallWrite everything down,do not cessor yourself.Yes,even those stupid little phantasies of yours.Write them down too.In black and white please Write as many as you'd like .Take your time. Now,go over them one by one and see if any of them are still applicable or you have outgrown them Pick out 10, the ones that fill you with longing,the ones that make your heart beat faster.

Here's my promise to you:

Whether you are going to do anything about them or not, one of those dreams is going to come true over the course of the next few months or years.How do I know that? Well,it's a secret of the trade,but if you really insist,go google ''the power of written intentions and wishes''.

If you work harder and put your heart to it,you can fulfill everything or alnmost everything in your list. BUT EVEN THE ACT OF WRITING THEM DOWN SETS THE WHEELS IN MOTION,I ASSURE YOU!



                                                               So go ahead,do it. Now .



Amd I promise you that my own dreams and wishes to come,are so outrageously delightful that even thinking about them makes me happy!





                                                           

                                                            Love,peace and dreams fulfilled
   
                                                                                 Eirini

Holiday traditions




                                   This is part of our Christmas family traditions:


At the beginning of every December we get out all our Christmas story books in my family  ( each year we buy or are given a couple as presents) and the kids- of course only the two youngest ones now as the other too are too old for this- get to decide which stories to read each night before going to bed. I look forward to this ritual myself...some kind of magic in our hectic lives,getting lost in the magic of fairy tales. The story books lie around on that living room tea table,as a reminder,so that we won't miss a day or rather a night.

Life is such a fairy tale...yeah,even when bad moments are counted in! I've had my fair share of them this year,I can assure you of that!


   But stilll.....There's this little voice that keeps reminding me( and you):

''Life is supposed to be fun!Life is supposed to be fun!Life is supposed to be fun!Life is supposed to be fun!''


LIFE IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN!


LIFE IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN!


So lets have fun!



Love,peace and fun

Eirini

Πέμπτη 29 Δεκεμβρίου 2011

Just for today






Stop complaining for just one day. Don’t complain about having to get out of bed to go to work. Don’t complain about the traffic. Don’t complain about having gained a few pounds. Don’t complain about your coffee not being right. Don’t complain about the kids leaving a mess in the kitchen. Don’t complain about your partner. Don’t complain about your coworkers. Don’t complain about anything.

Complaining only serves to bring yourself, and others around you down. You see, there’s a place for asking for the important things you want and need in life, but complaining about small things chips away at your sense of well-being and happiness. It can become a habit, and while you’re complaining about something insignificant, you may be missing the lovely little moments all around you that make life so charming.

So, just for one day, hang up the complaining PhD that all humans have, and go by the old adage “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.” Your day (and everyones around you) will be better for it.

Written by DeeAnne White


 

                                                         Love,peace and acceptance

                                                                            Eirini

Τρίτη 27 Δεκεμβρίου 2011

Letter to Santa








Best letter to Santa I've read this year:


Dear Santa



 ''I thought it prudent to write you a quick note letting you know what it is my heart really desires for this Gimme Gimme Holiday.

First off, I would love a beautiful condo in an affluent area, preferably a gated community. I want at least three stories, with a rumpus room in the basement. Four bedrooms (so what if it's just me and Buh? I can throw some EPIC parties and need the room.) at least three and a half bathrooms, formal living room, and an eat in kitchen. I want completely decorated to my personal chic tastes. This includes heated bathroom floors, fireplaces, a bearskin rug (I don't care, it's a fantasy), a master en suite big enough to dance in, among other things. Oh and a formal dining room so I can have fahncy dinnah pahtays.

To park in the two car garage I want a '68 Chevelle SS 396, black with a white pin stripe. I want that bitch to purr like a tiger when running. I also require a hot, hard bodied gear head to teach me how to do the upkeep on said beast. I don't mind gettin dirty for something that pretty. I also request a fully loaded '11 Lincoln Navigator. When I say loaded, I mean LOADED, game systems and tinted windows and erreythin. I want this also black, with shiny chrome and a supple tan leather interior. Need some pimp wheels.

I am also putting on this list a job in that can support a lifestyle I would love to become accustomed to. Requirements of this job are that I do as little as possible for as much bank as imaginable. If playing on Facebook, blogging, talking on the phone, and hanging out can make me stacks, THAT is the job I was born to do. I basically need a steak and lobster income doing a food stamps job.

A few small miscellaneous plastic surgeries, for the sheer vanity of it. Namely a tummy tuck to rid myself of these stretch marks. I don't care what Kat Williams says, I have to look at them and they AIN'T cute. Yes, they are from weighing 102 pounds and blowing up to over 160 in less than a year then in one afternoon going back down to 120. Childbirth, the most effective way to FUCK.YOUR.BODY.UP.

Finally, I would like to find me a steady piece. One that is tall, broad, decent looking, makes his own money and can fuck me whenever I please. I want him to be a little jealous, a little possessive, intelligent, and strong enough to keep me in check. I want him to not be scared to fight with me, but not overbearing. I want him to be a man's man, but still watch me when he thinks I am not looking. I want his soft sentimental moments to be a candy sweet surprise, savored and good enough to be rewarded with big sloppy wet kisses of the variety that will please and appease. I want him to want me like he needs air, but be chill enough to not rush any kind of relationship. I don't want him to want to even label anything that's going on. Just let shit happen. I don't want to have to beg for attention, but I don't want smothered. I want him to be my friend, and my confidante, but not expect to know every little thing that happens... On the other hand, if I decide to inform him of everything, I want him to take that information and just listen, advise if I request. Santa, I'm not asking for a boyfriend, I'm not asking for a future husband, I'm just askin for a damn good benny. I don't think it's too much to ask for... Just someone who wants to relax and have fun with me. If something happens..... down the road, that is, BET. But not for a grip.




I know I wasn't the best girl on the list, and there were more times than not that I ended up on the Naughty List. But I promise, if you bring me these few small things, I will never ever ask for another thing! And if I never ask for another thing, it won't really matter which list I am on. Right? I will never bother you or your elves again. I would even be willing to fly to North Pole to put in some hours of hard slave labor... ::wink wink::t'' it prudent to write you a quick note letting you know what it is my heart really desires for this Gimme Gi I thought it prudent to write you a quick note letting you know what it is my heart really desires for this Gimme Gimme Holiday.
Love,peace and Love and peaceLLLL
First off, I would love a beautiful condo in an affluent areLove,peace and material needs met
                                                        Love,peace and material needs met

                                                                     Eirini
          Eirinia, preferably a gated community. I want at least three stories, with a rumpus room in the basement. Four bedrooms (so what if it's just me and Buh? I can throw some EPIC parties and need the room.) at least three and a half bathrooms, formal living room, and an eat in kitchen. I want completely decorated to my personal chic tastes. This includes heated bathroom floors, fireplaces, a bearskin rug (I don't care, it's a fantasy), a master en suite big enough to dance in, among other things. Oh and a formal dining room so I can have fahncy dinnah pahtays.


To park in the two car garage I want a '68 Chevelle SS 396, black with a white pin stripe. I want that bitch to purr like a tiger when running. I also require a hot, hard bodied gear head to teach me how to do the upkeep on said beast. I don't mind gettin dirty for something that pretty. I also request a fully loaded '11 Lincoln Navigator. When I say loaded, I mean LOADED, game systems and tinted windows and erreythin. I want this also black, with shiny chrome and a supple tan leather interior. Need some pimp wheels.


I am also putting on this list a job in that can support a lifestyle I would love to become accustomed to. Requirements of this job are that I do as little as possible for as much bank as imaginable. If playing on Facebook, blogging, talking on the phone, and hanging out can make me stacks, THAT is the job I was born to do. I basically need a steak and lobster income doing a food stamps job.


A few small miscellaneous plastic surgeries, for the sheer vanity of it. Namely a tummy tuck to rid myself of these stretch marks. I don't care what Kat Williams says, I have to look at them and they AIN'T cute. Yes, they are from weighing 102 pounds and blowing up to over 160 in less than a year then in one afternoon going back down to 120. Childbirth, the most effective way to FUCK.YOUR.BODY.UP.


Finally, I would like to find me a steady piece. One that is tall, broad, decent looking, makes his own money and can fuck me whenever I please. I want him to be a little jealous, a little possessive, intelligent, and strong enough to keep me in check. I want him to not be scared to fight with me, but not overbearing. I want him to be a man's man, but still watch me when he thinks I am not looking. I want his soft sentimental moments to be a candy sweet surprise, savored and good enough to be rewarded with big sloppy wet kisses of the variety that will please and appease. I want him to want me like he needs air, but be chill enough to not rush any kind of relationship. I don't want him to want to even label anything that's going on. Just let shit happen. I don't want to have to beg for attention, but I don't want smothered. I want him to be my friend, and my confidante, but not expect to know every little thing that happens... On the other hand, if I decide to inform him of everything, I want him to take that information and just listen, advise if I request. Santa, I'm not asking for a boyfriend, I'm not asking for a future husband, I'm just askin for a damn good benny. I don't think it's too much to ask for... Just someone who wants to relax and have fun with me. If something happens..... down the road, that is, BET. But not for a grip.


I know I wasn't the best girl on the list, and there were more times than not that I ended up on the Naughty List. But I promise, if you bring me these few small things, I will never ever ask for another thing! And if I never ask for another thing, it won't really matter which list I am on. Right? I will never bother you or your elves again. I would even be willing to fly to North Pole to put in some hours of hard slave labor... ::wink wink::mme Holiday.

First off, I would love a beautiful condo in an affluent area, preferably a gated community. I want at least three stories, with a rumpus room in the basement. Four bedrooms (so what if it's just me and Buh? I can throw some EPIC parties and need the room.) at least three and a half bathrooms, formal living room, and an eat in kitchen. I want completely decorated to my personal chic tastes. This includes heated bathroom floors, fireplaces, a bearskin rug (I don't care, it's a fantasy), a master en suite big enough to dance in, among other things. Oh and a formal dining room so I can have fahncy dinnah pahtays.

To park in the two car garage I want a '68 Chevelle SS 396, black with a white pin stripe. I want that bitch to purr like a tiger when running. I also require a hot, hard bodied gear head to teach me how to do the upkeep on said beast. I don't mind gettin dirty for something that pretty. I also request a fully loaded '11 Lincoln Navigator. When I say loaded, I mean LOADED, game systems and tinted windows and erreythin. I want this also black, with shiny chrome and a supple tan leather interior. Need some pimp wheels.

I am also putting on this list a job in that can support a lifestyle I would love to become accustomed to. Requirements of this job are that I do as little as possible for as much bank as imaginable. If playing on Facebook, blogging, talking on the phone, and hanging out can make me stacks, THAT is the job I was born to do. I basically need a steak and lobster income doing a food stamps job.

A few small miscellaneous plastic surgeries, for the sheer vanity of it. Namely a tummy tuck to rid myself of these stretch marks. I don't care what Kat Williams says, I have to look at them and they AIN'T cute. Yes, they are from weighing 102 pounds and blowing up to over 160 in less than a year then in one afternoon going back down to 120. Childbirth, the most effective way to FUCK.YOUR.BODY.UP.

Finally, I would like to find me a steady piece. One that is tall, broad, decent looking, makes his own money and can fuck me whenever I please. I want him to be a little jealous, a little possessive, intelligent, and strong enough to keep me in check. I want him to not be scared to fight with me, but not overbearing. I want him to be a man's man, but still watch me when he thinks I am not looking. I want his soft sentimental moments to be a candy sweet surprise, savored and good enough to be rewarded with big sloppy wet kisses of the variety that will please and appease. I want him to want me like he needs air, but be chill enough to not rush any kind of relationship. I don't want him to want to even label anything that's going on. Just let shit happen. I don't want to have to beg for attention, but I don't want smothered. I want him to be my friend, and my confidante, but not expect to know every little thing that happens... On the other hand, if I decide to inform him of everything, I want him to take that information and just listen, advise if I request. Santa, I'm not asking for a boyfriend, I'm not asking for a future husband, I'm just askin for a damn good benny. I don't think it's too much to ask for... Just someone who wants to relax and have fun with me. If something happens..... down the road, that is, BET. But not for a grip.

I know I wasn't the best girl on the list, and there were more times than not that I ended up on the Naughty List. But I promise, if you bring me these few small things, I will never ever ask for another thing! And if I never ask for another thing, it won't really matter which list I am on. Right? I will never bother you or your elves again. I would even be willing to fly to North Pole to put in some hours of hard slave labor... ::wink wink::
 I thought it prudent to write you a quick note letting you know what it is my heart really desires for this Gimme Gimme Holiday.

First off, I would love a beautiful condo in an affluent area, preferably a gated community. I want at least three stories, with a rumpus room in the basement. Four bedrooms (so what if it's just me and Buh? I can throw some EPIC parties and need the room.) at least three and a half bathrooms, formal living room, and an eat in kitchen. I want completely decorated to my personal chic tastes. This includes heated bathroom floors, fireplaces, a bearskin rug (I don't care, it's a fantasy), a master en suite big enough to dance in, among other things. Oh and a formal dining room so I can have fahncy dinnah pahtays.

To park in the two car garage I want a '68 Chevelle SS 396, black with a white pin stripe. I want that bitch to purr like a tiger when running. I also require a hot, hard bodied gear head to teach me how to do the upkeep on said beast. I don't mind gettin dirty for something that pretty. I also request a fully loaded '11 Lincoln Navigator. When I say loaded, I mean LOADED, game systems and tinted windows and erreythin. I want this also black, with shiny chrome and a supple tan leather interior. Need some pimp wheels.

I am also putting on this list a job in that can support a lifestyle I would love to become accustomed to. Requirements of this job are that I do as little as possible for as much bank as imaginable. If playing on Facebook, blogging, talking on the phone, and hanging out can make me stacks, THAT is the job I was born to do. I basically need a steak and lobster income doing a food stamps job.

A few small miscellaneous plastic surgeries, for the sheer vanity of it. Namely a tummy tuck to rid myself of these stretch marks. I don't care what Kat Williams says, I have to look at them and they AIN'T cute. Yes, they are from weighing 102 pounds and blowing up to over 160 in less than a year then in one afternoon going back down to 120. Childbirth, the most effective way to FUCK.YOUR.BODY.UP.

Finally, I would like to find me a steady piece. One that is tall, broad, decent looking, makes his own money and can fuck me whenever I please. I want him to be a little jealous, a little possessive, intelligent, and strong enough to keep me in check. I want him to not be scared to fight with me, but not overbearing. I want him to be a man's man, but still watch me when he thinks I am not looking. I want his soft sentimental moments to be a candy sweet surprise, savored and good enough to be rewarded with big sloppy wet kisses of the variety that will please and appease. I want him to want me like he needs air, but be chill enough to not rush any kind of relationship. I don't want him to want to even label anything that's going on. Just let shit happen. I don't want to have to beg for attention, but I don't want smothered. I want him to be my friend, and my confidante, but not expect to know every little thing that happens... On the other hand, if I decide to inform him of everything, I want him to take that information and just listen, advise if I request. Santa, I'm not asking for a boyfriend, I'm not asking for a future husband, I'm just askin for a damn good benny. I don't think it's too much to ask for... Just someone who wants to relax and have fun with me. If something happens..... down the road, that is, BET. But not for a grip.

I know I wasn't the best girl on the list, and there were more times than not that I ended up on the Naughty List. But I promise, if you bring me these few small things, I will never ever ask for another thing! And if I never ask for another thing, it won't really matter which list I am on. Right? I will never bother you or your elves again. I would even be willing to fly to North Pole to put in some hours of hard slave labor... ::wink wink::

 I thought it prudent to write you a quick note letting you know what it is my heart really desires for this Gimme Gimme Holiday.

First off, I would love a beautiful condo in an affluent area, preferably a gated community. I want at least three stories, with a rumpus room in the basement. Four bedrooms (so what if it's just me and Buh? I can throw some EPIC parties and need the room.) at least three and a half bathrooms, formal living room, and an eat in kitchen. I want completely decorated to my personal chic tastes. This includes heated bathroom floors, fireplaces, a bearskin rug (I don't care, it's a fantasy), a master en suite big enough to dance in, among other things. Oh and a formal dining room so I can have fahncy dinnah pahtays.

To park in the two car garage I want a '68 Chevelle SS 396, black with a white pin stripe. I want that bitch to purr like a tiger when running. I also require a hot, hard bodied gear head to teach me how to do the upkeep on said beast. I don't mind gettin dirty for something that pretty. I also request a fully loaded '11 Lincoln Navigator. When I say loaded, I mean LOADED, game systems and tinted windows and erreythin. I want this also black, with shiny chrome and a supple tan leather interior. Need some pimp wheels.

I am also putting on this list a job in that can support a lifestyle I would love to become accustomed to. Requirements of this job are that I do as little as possible for as much bank as imaginable. If playing on Facebook, blogging, talking on the phone, and hanging out can make me stacks, THAT is the job I was born to do. I basically need a steak and lobster income doing a food stamps job.

A few small miscellaneous plastic surgeries, for the sheer vanity of it. Namely a tummy tuck to rid myself of these stretch marks. I don't care what Kat Williams says, I have to look at them and they AIN'T cute. Yes, they are from weighing 102 pounds and blowing up to over 160 in less than a year then in one afternoon going back down to 120. Childbirth, the most effective way to FUCK.YOUR.BODY.UP.

Finally, I would like to find me a steady piece. One that is tall, broad, decent looking, makes his own money and can fuck me whenever I please. I want him to be a little jealous, a little possessive, intelligent, and strong enough to keep me in check. I want him to not be scared to fight with me, but not overbearing. I want him to be a man's man, but still watch me when he thinks I am not looking. I want his soft sentimental moments to be a candy sweet surprise, savored and good enough to be rewarded with big sloppy wet kisses of the variety that will please and appease. I want him to want me like he needs air, but be chill enough to not rush any kind of relationship. I don't want him to want to even label anything that's going on. Just let shit happen. I don't want to have to beg for attention, but I don't want smothered. I want him to be my friend, and my confidante, but not expect to know every little thing that happens... On the other hand, if I decide to inform him of everything, I want him to take that information and just listen, advise if I request. Santa, I'm not asking for a boyfriend, I'm not asking for a future husband, I'm just askin for a damn good benny. I don't think it's too much to ask for... Just someone who wants to relax and have fun with me. If something happens..... down the road, that is, BET. But not for a grip.

I know I wasn't the best girl on the list, and there were more times than not that I ended up on the Naughty List. But I promise, if you bring me these few small things, I will never ever ask for another thing! And if I never ask for another thing, it won't really matter which list I am on. Right? I will never bother you or your elves again. I would even be willing to fly to North Pole to put in some hours of hard slave labor... ::wink wink::

Δευτέρα 26 Δεκεμβρίου 2011

Holidays and loneliness



This is a view of the road just around the corner from my school.For some strange reason,it evokes wierd feelings of loneliness in me...


The holiday season is generally thought of as a time of joy and love, but for many people, it’s a time of loneliness. Some people live far from family and miss seeing their loved ones this time of year; others dread going to holiday parties and New Year’s Eve celebrations without a partner and end up staying home; it’s also common for people to feel emotional distance from the people they’re with, thus feeling lonely even if they’re in a room full
of people. For those who feel lonely during the holidays, this time of year can be a time of
additional stress. If you’re experiencing loneliness that causes you stress during
the holiday season,rather than usual advice to volunteer,reach out,etc,here's another perspective: focus on being grateful for what you have,including your feelings of loneliness!

There are many far-reaching benefits to gratitude. One easy antidote to feelings of lack is to
cultivate feelings of gratitude for what you already have; it's hard to focus on both at once. If you're feeling a lack of love in your life, make a concerted effort to focus on the love that you do have--from friends, family, neighbors, and even pets. You can also focus on
things you really value in your life, like your work, the hobbies you have, or even your potential. Maintaining a gratitude journal can be a wonderful exercise in cultivating an attitude of gratitude, and can leave you with a written record of everything you have to value in your life, to read through when you're feeling down.



love,peace and gratitude

Eirini

Κυριακή 25 Δεκεμβρίου 2011

Peace on Earth





 Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me! 

Are these just more words that pass on your screen today? .. or will you, today, give the most authentic gift you ever gave the world? Your peace .. when shared , it has the ripple effect and brings moments of awareness to the unaware, forgiveness to the angry and love to the world. Close your eyes,focus on your heart and forgive with all your heart everyone that you believe has wronged you this year. Send them peace and light and God's love. I promise you,the freeing effect is unbelievable....



Let there be peace on Earth and let it begin with me....







Love,peace and blessings

Eirini 

Παρασκευή 23 Δεκεμβρίου 2011

Nativity Play

 




                                  Achilleas played  in a nativity nursery school play today




As soon as his part was over,he sat down,as instructed, watching the little snowflakes/girls twirling about




       It wasn't long before the snowflake next to him caught his interest


                                                     

                          ...and so he started messing up with her




                ...teasing her,tickling her and then,to her great annoyance,kissing her!






That really pissed the snowflake off,so she stood up,in front of all parents and kids and indignantly announced,to the great merriment of everyone present:
                                       
                                 -Miss,Achilleas has just kissed me!





Achilleas,undaunted,went on to pick up a different snowflake as a dancing partner,a more willing one,I daresay!




But as soon as Santa showed up and gave him his present,he forgot all about snowflakes and started unwrapping,with some help from his brother - his BenTen toy!






                                                     

                                      Love,peace and a very Merry Christmas
                                                                       
                                                          Eirini

Τρίτη 20 Δεκεμβρίου 2011

Why I am (still) proud to be Greek - Ελληνιδα και γουσταρω.Aκομα










Επειδη:  / Among other things because:


 -Δε σκύβω το κεφάλι, ναι,είναι κουσούρι μου.
(I never ever bow to anyone,mea culpa)

-Γιορτάζω κι άλλες μέρες πλην Χριστουγέννων, σε πείσμα των καιρών, της κατοχής, της ύφεσης και της εξαθλίωσης.
(I still celebtrate lots of holidays other than Christmas,in spite of my country being under occupation,the economic crisis and the impoverished state of my people)

-Υποθάλπω πρώτα τους συνανθρώπους μου και στη συνέχεια τα ζωα
(I first tend to the needs of other fellow human beings,then to the needs of animals)

-Έχω οικογένεια σφιχτή γροθιά. Ενοίκιο δεν πληρώνω στους γονείς μου, παρότι ζω μαζί τους.
(My family is a tight fist against the rest of the world. My parents wouldnt even dream of asking me to pay  rent to them for living with them after I turn 18 )

-Στην ταβέρνα κερνάμε.(άγνωστη έννοια)…. Ποτέ ρεφενέ, ποτέ ο καθένας τα δικά του, ποτέ κομπιουτεράκι
(When I go out to eat,either me or one of my friends would still pay the bill for everyone else,no splitting of  expenses and pennies to be fair and square)

–-Το γλωσσικό μου ιδίωμα μου επιτρέπει να προφέρω οποιαδήποτε ομιλούμενη γλώσσα χωρίς κακόηχη προφορά.
( The phonetics of my language,being all-inclusive, allows me to pronounce any sound of every spoken laguage in the world  without sounding either wierd or silly ).

-Χαμογελώ και στη χαρά και στην απόγνωση. Ξέρω, σε προβληματίζει,αλλά τι τα γυρεύεις… Είναι στο DNA μου το γέλιο..
(I keep smiling both in happiness and in despair .Yes,I know this is puzzling you,but I can't help it... It is in my DND!

 
Here's the Link where I got the Greek version from

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Love,peace and pride

Eirini

Δευτέρα 19 Δεκεμβρίου 2011

A little story


The above photo,Lycy giving a kiss to my youngest son Achilleas, has nothing to do with the story. I just thought it was a cute picture!


A little story

''There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see the world, I will marry you.'
... One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend.
He asked her,'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?'
The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him.
Her boyfriend left her in tears and days later wrote a note to her saying: 'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.'

This is how the human brain often works when our status changes ...

Only very few remember what life was like before, and who was always by their side in the most painful situations.''







 
Love,peace and understanding

Eirini

Σάββατο 17 Δεκεμβρίου 2011

My blessed life?




                                                      

                                                    I love those two pictures,above and below.







                                                   

Both were taken two days ago by my four year old son,Achilleas. I love the first one because it's one of the few rare occasions ones that I am actually smiling and manage to look good. I love the second one because if it wasn't so out of focus,it would clearly be a very pretty picture,with lots of artistic perspective (notice the half-eaten sweet on the counter,where the young photographer left it so that he could concentrate on his artistic endeavors).




              The school sure looks at its best all nicely decorated for Christmas




               The big tree at the reception area,decorated by my two youngest sons



                                                   my office,decorated by me



                                                   
                                      where  I now  enjoy working  more than ever.



   So a few days ago an old friend from the past walked in here and we shared memories and exchanged news.She is my age, single, out of work. As she looked around,then looked at me smiling,seated at my comfortable desk,she exclaimed: ''Eirini,you are trully leading a blessed life!'' I almost choked on my coffee when I heard that,but she went on: ''You have everything  any woman could wish for,isn't that so? A nice family with four healthy beautiful kids,a nice home,you are healthy and pretty yourself, you own the business of your dreams,you do work that inspires you,you are blessed with a happy-go-lucky disposition and so you can always see the happy side of things.I almost think that God has been  too generous with you,because you have everything you ever wanted,while look at most people around you,so miserable and so unfairly treated by God''.



The truth is that my friend was not the only one to express such a view of my life. Over the years I've been listening to variations of the same,half admiring,half bitter comment,by all kinds of people,friends,acquaintances,co-workers,strangers who met me five minutes ago,even online friends. Maybe you are one of them,too. Maybe you too think that I am leading too blessed a life,that God has been too kind with me,that some kind of cosmic balance and sense of justice is precariously  at stake,threatened by my perfect state of life.Usually,when people ask or comment like that,my standard answer is : "Yes,my life is truly blessed and I am deeply humbled and grateful for it''. But at this moment,as I am going through a very rough patch,I don't feel like giving that standard,sugar-coated answer,I feel like setting the record straight.

  And setting the record straight means sharing this simple truth with you: My life is as much blessed or as much cursed as anybody elses. Meaning,in this reality light and shadow,peace and turmoil,contentment and dispondency,love and fear,relish and disgust,ecstasy and disappointment continually come one after the other,like the changing of seasons. Nothing is static in this reality,because this is how it should be. Ancient philosopher Heraclitus said: 'Τα παντα ρει'',meaning ,''Everything is forever flowing''.

Take my life,for example. I was an unwanted child,my mother tried her damnest to get rid of me before I was even born,but after I was born I became her beloved child. I was raised in a household grief-ladden because my odest brother had died a few months before I was born ,but I also had so much love from my older brotthers or sisters. I was a gifted child that could read and write by the age of 3,but that's exactly why I was so little popular,hated even, by my schoolmates,because they always thought I was showing off. I was really close to my father who loved me dearly,but he died when I was 15 ,when I felt that I needed him the most.I spent my teenage years wearing a special,full-body contraption,because I suffered from scoliosis. This meant that I was in pain most of the time and that other kids constantly made fun of me. The doctor that was curing me warned me never to have more than one child as this would be too much of a strain for my back. So yes,I do have four gtreat kids,but I went through agonizing back pain in my last two pregnancies which aggravated my condition.

I did marry the love of my life, but my marriage is on the rocks and had been so for a long time,all because my appeasing bullshit mechanism is busted. Plus,being married to a tour guide meant that I've spent the last 18 or so holidays (Christmas,Easter,summer etc) and other significant moments of our family history all alone.Most nights I had to go home to an empty bed and I had noone to share the news,successses and failures of the day.Not to mention the hard reality of raising four kids practically on my own.
I do have a business that I love, but this has cost me so much life energy and financial worries and time away from my kids and sometimes trouble and chaos and exhaustion,both physical and mental,that I frequently have moments of asking myself whether it is really worth it at all.

Ant there are probably a tousant other such instances in my life that can perove to you either how blessed or cursed my story is,depending on who is looking and from what perspective.I bet there are as many instances in your life that prove the same.

So focus on the positive. Enjoy your life and tell yourself that it really is a blessed life,just because it was given to you as a gift so that you can create something unique and totally unprecedented in this reality.And when rough times come,tell yourself that this,too,shall pass. It always does.


                      You really are living a blessed,magical life. Appreciate it! Now!








Love,peace and a blessed life

Eirini

Τρίτη 13 Δεκεμβρίου 2011

Hair matters






I've always loved long hair. In both men and women.When I was a child I used to dream of having long,flowing tresses which to me was the epitome of feminine grace. I 've been wearing my hair long ever since I was a teenager,the longest in my early twenties when my chestnut hair reached down to my waist. And if you asked me now to describe how my ideal or 'higher'self would look like in the physical ,I'd give you a version of me with long locks of hair coming down almost to my feet. What's more, I've always found men with long hair physically attractive,and the longer the better,though I'd rather they wear it swept away from their faces. (I had always been a little puzzled by this particular preference of mine when it comes to men,since I've always been attracted to strong,masculine men and long hair is clearly not associated with a macho male!)


No other part of the body seems to hold such a variety of symbolic power as the hair. It is both part of our body, and therefore part of our individual identity, and yet at the same time it is changeable and detachable: it emerges and falls out, it can be altered according to taste and fashion, it can be covered or revealed,colored or cut, given or revered. Growing quicker than any other part of our body, it is our most visibly living organ and in this sense is a manifestation of living.

Long hair represents femininity in most cultures and most eras.While long hair is considered “sexy” in women,short haired women are thought of as strong but generally less sexy. Hair for women is a clear represantation of their sexuality, which in some cultures is both sacred and forbidden,a taboo. It is a taboo for women to publicly dispay their hair in Islamic society which reveals hair’s sexual potency. Clearly they recognise that modesty must be enforced through hair-concealment, to ward off sexual desires, promiscuity, and the threat to family and the social status quo.

Most women who wear their hair quite short are being described as confident and strong,qualities which our society traditionally attributes to men. Likewise, most men wear their hair short in modern western culture,to show off their masculinity and power.Shaving their hair off is a powerful way for some men (and women) to show to the world a more powerful,macho side of themselves.

A well known,illuminating ritual of sacrificing hair for a more macho image is entry into the army:
''At the end of the process, all the soldiers, until they become familiar with their new selves, look exactly the same: their identity has been shorn, along with their hair, instilling them into their new life as tiny meaningless cogs in a giant allegorical weapon. The army may claim that the shearing of locks is solely hygienic, but of course there is no such simplistic teleology. Ritual marine shaving, making man into monkey, is a purely symbolic act of self-negation. It is the equivalent of entering prison for the first time, handing over all your belongings, clothes, identification, and taking in return standard issue clothing: a person becoming a convict, as the soldiers walk into the barber’s hall civilians, and walk out tools. The removal of hair is the removal of self, an exchange of "I" for "Us".


But why is hair a symbol of femininity? After all,it's not like hair is a sexual organ or related to the reproductive function of a woman,like breasts and butt, for example. Still,her hair remains a "woman's crown of glory''. I always knew there was some kind of connection between hair,particularly long hair,and intuition.(which is considered a very feminine attribute,in most cultures). Then I stumbled on this link here and my suspicions were confirmed. Hair is linked to intuition and extrasensory or paranormal perception! Read the article to find out how. Here's the conclusion of it:


The mammalian body has evolved over millions of years. Survival skills of human and animal at times seem almost supernatural. Science is constantly coming up with more discoveries about the amazing abilities of man and animal to survive. Each part of the body has highly sensitive work to perform for the survival and well being of the body as a whole.The body has a reason for every part of itself.

Hair is an extension of the nervous system, it can be correctly seen as exteriorized nerves, a type of highly evolved 'feelers' or 'antennae' that transmit vast amounts of important information to the brain stem, the limbic system, and the neocortex.

Not only does hair in people, including facial hair in men, provide an information highway reaching the brain, hair also emits energy, the electromagnetic energy emitted by the brain into the outer environment. This has been seen in Kirlian photography when a person is photographed with long hair and then rephotographed after the hair is cut.

When hair is cut, receiving and sending transmissions to and from the environment are greatly hampered. This results in numbing-out .

Cutting of hair is a contributing factor to unawareness of environmental distress in local ecosystems. It is also a contributing factor to insensitivity in relationships of all kinds. It contributes to sexual frustration.
The story of Sampson and Delilah in the Bible has a lot of encoded truth to tell us. When Delilah cut Sampson's hair, the once undefeatable Sampson was defeated!


I guess this explains why I 've always loved long hair in both men and women: to me intuition is one of the most cherished attributes in both sexes. I love being a feminine,intuitive woman,but I also love a man who is balanced,both strong and secure enough in his masculinity to trust his intuitive side!
 


Love,peace and long hair

Eirini

Παρασκευή 9 Δεκεμβρίου 2011

Who needs perfection?




This is one of my favorite wedding photos. I'll tell you why. I had an open wedding. And when I say open,I mean really open: 1000 invitations were sent out  because my  family is one of the oldest in Serres (my town) and my folks wanted to make sure that noone was left out. Plus there were quite a few foreigners because my husband had many friends abroad,being a tour guide,as well as his friends and family from Athens where he comes from.

The ceremony was conducted by the bishop of Serres himself (seen in the background of the photo holding his characteristic holy something), along with 12 more priests. Their -usually expensive- services didn't cost my family a dime: both the bishop and all the other priests were happy to attend the wedding as my very religious family is very active and has many ties in the local church,including my priest brother-in-law. The mayor was there too,because I used to be one of his favourite students in high school.

If,out of a town of 70.000,you invite 1000,you can imagine that almost everyone was there.So we wanted everything to be perfect. I had even designed the wedding dress of my dreams myself (but later found a very close approximation to my dream desighn off the peg,so I settled for that instead) in a very romantic style,a cloud of sparkling white frills and lace that ended in a three-meter-long trail that my four flower girls would be carrying around.

Here comes the real funny part: the enormous trail of my dress was attached to my back by a big bow that was securely sown there.Due to wedding preparation stress I kept losing weight the two month prior to the wedding,so my dress had to be taken in three times.This meant that the bow of the trail kept being readjusted as well,each time sown less securely than the one before.

 Now there were 4 flower girls in the wedding,all of them my nieces, a set of  two 8 year olds and a set of two 2 year olds.The 8 year olds were responsible little ladies,but the 2 year olds consisted of a formidable team of two very spirited toddlers who looked infinitely cute and kept tugging at the trail so hard that half the bow came off during the actual ceremony ( if you know anything about greek church weddings,you'd keep in mind that such a ceremony is anything but static,the couple does a lot of  walking around,three circles etc,etc).Look carefully at the photo above and you'll see how the bow is lopsided and out of its proper place.

 This is why the I love the above photo,because it reminds me of the hilarious scene of those two little angel girls pulling so hard at my dress that I thought they'd litterally sweep me off my feet! And how everything in life,no matter how well planned,cannot always go as expected,but that is fine,because the best of moments,those that we really and trully cherish for years to come,are the ones that were unplanned and enjoyed for what they were,when all notions of perfection were abandoned!

Life is supposed to be fun,life is supposed to be enjoyed! Things may not always go according to plan,but there is almost always the opportunity for a good laugh! I have quite a few wedding photow to prove that!


                                                     

                                                            Love,peace and surprises

                                                                           Eirini

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