fredag 30 december 2011

Bye!

Jag går tillbaka till http://sindys.blogg.se

jag har aldrig riktigt varit nöjd eller känt mig "hemma" på den här sidan så ni kan framöver hitta mig på min gamla blogg :D

fredag 16 december 2011

Denna kvinna har jag jobbat för hahaha

Hon var gift med en man som heter Joakim blablasson.. minns inte hans efternamn. En jävligt rik snubbe med en lägenhet på över 200 m2 på strandvägen. När jag var hans barnflicka för hans barn aka hijos del demonio var han gift med denna kvinna. Hennes äldsta dotter har jag också tagit hand om. Apirl, en väldigt sexfixerad då 9 årig flicka(?)

Den här kvinnan är bland dom drygaste människor jag träffat, så full av sig själv!! Absolut inte kärleksfull mot sina döttrar, när jag jobbade hade hon en dotter på 11 månader som hade en nanny 24/7.

Karma gott folk!

Verkar som om jag inte kan lägga upp bild för tillfället men kika på länken ;)
http://blogg-bloggen.se/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/tone-oppenstam-anhållen.jpg

torsdag 15 december 2011

Hmmm!!

Funderar fan på att gå tillbaka till blogg.se

Ni kommenterar ju aldrig här som ni brukade på blogg.se! Jag vill ju ha feedback! kom igen för faaaan!

Jag vet att jag gör ett bra jobb...

... när jag får sånna här trevliga mail :D

Hej Cindy,

Allting har gått jättebra och vi är enormt nöjda med hur allting har blivit skött.

10/10 får du.

Dessutom måste jag passa på att påpeka att du har ett otroligt häftigt efternamn.
Tack ska du ha och trevlig helg!

Love on top!

Dessa ord, dessa ord fyller hela mig med lycka, styrka och vishet!

"att du kommer hem snart blir en verklighet varje dag som går amor,längtar som fan=D"


Lycka för att lycka är vad jag känner så fort jag tänker på dig och så fort jag pratar med dig!

Stryka för att du ger mig styrkan att fortsätta framåt, styrkan att stå ut med saknaden, styrkan att ändras till det bättre!

Och vishet för att jag vet att jag inte begår ett misstag. Den visheten ger du mig varje dag!

onsdag 7 december 2011

En tankeställare!

Jag har läst två väldigt intressanta och djupa texter idag. Något man vet men ofta förbiser över alla vardagliga rutiner man har. Jag vill att alla snälla först och främst tar sig tiden att verkligen läsa det här och åtminstone ta sig några sekunder att reflektera över detta. Jag lovar, du har 1-2 minuter att ägna lite tanke åt något så här viktigt! 

Den första hittade jag faktiskt på Natacha Peyres blogg:


”One day a farmer’s donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn’t worth it to retrieve the donkey.
He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone’s amazement he quieted down.
A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up.
As the farmer’s neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!”
MORAL :
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred – Forgive.
2. Free your mind from worries – Most never happens.
3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less from people but more from yourself.
 Den här texten var en riktig tankeställare, tack och lov har jag redan anammat detta sätt att tänka. Glöm aldrig; ALLT har en lösning, förutom döden! 


Den här texten hittade jag i min gurus blogg: Paulo Coehlo!
 (One of my friends here sent me a link while commenting on “Insult the dead”. I checked it and I stumbled upon a very interesting text by Bonnie Ware. Below a resumée: )
 
For many years I worked in palliative care. My patients were those who had gone home to die. I was with them for the last three to twelve weeks of their lives.
When questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would do differently, common themes surfaced again and again. Here are the most common five:

1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
When people realize that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.
From the moment that you lose your health, it is too late. Health brings a freedom very few realize, until they no longer have it.

2. I wish I didn’t work so hard.

This came from every male patient that I nursed. All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.

3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.

Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.

4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.

Often they would not truly realize the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved. Everyone misses their friends when they are dying.

5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realize until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called ‘comfort’ of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content. When deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.

Jag tänker inte skriva mer utan låta er tänka och reflektera lite kring vad ni precis läst!