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Idol Worship….Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For YOU?

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Okay, last week was Motown…my first musical love and last night was Elton John!!!  In case you don’t remember, he is my selection for ‘tunes to take when stranded on a desert island’.  Those songs written by Bernie Taupin and Elton John just speak to me in a way that music is supposed to.  Before I get into the American Idol stats I want to first give you a little trivia on the pair.  Hope you don’t mind.  First off, did you know Elton’s real name is Reginald Kenneth Dwight?  He changed it to Elton Hercules John in homage to two of his co-members in Bluesology, Elton Dean and Long John Baldrey.  Bluesology served as a backing band for a number of R&B groups, most notably The Isley Brothers and Patti LaBelle.  He was known as Reggie.  Patti LaBelle still refers to him that way.  Of course, now he is Sir Elton Hercules John.  He was knighted by the queen on February 24, 1998.  He also resides part time in Atlanta, GA!!  We Georgia natives love that fact!!

I heard Elton in an interview once when he appeared on “Inside the Actors Studio” with James Lipton on BravoTV (aka best network on TV).  He talked about the partnership with Bernie Taupin which began in 1967 (an amazing year…my birth).  This is how it went down.  Bernie would go into a room alone and write the poem that would become the lyrics of these amazing songs.  He would then bring the finished product to Elton and he would sit at the piano and turn it into a song.  He said on average it took no more than 30 minutes to complete the melody and the arrangement.  He even went on to say that if he went past the 30 minute mark he would just walk away from it.  To prove his point, he looked out into the audience which consisted of students of the Actors Studio and said bring me a passage in a book right now and I will sit at the piano and turn it into a song while you watch.  (There was an amazing grand piano set up on the stage.)  And, he did it in about 5 minutes.  Oh, and the song was good!!  He has sold over 250 million records in a career that spans 4 decades.  He has won 6 Grammy Awards and was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1994.  Surprisingly enough, that was his first year of eligibility.  I am shocked by that fact.  I mean, hello…R&R Hall of fame!  What took you so long?

You know through the years there has been a lot of turmoil in Elton’s life.  All of it was self imposed due to substance abuse issues, etc.  Our turmoil is always self imposed; but, he is such an inspiration.  He overcame his own demons, he achieved more than he probably ever dreamed that he would.  He lives his life the way he wants to.  He gives back to the charities that mean the most to him especially his AIDS foundation.  The millions of dollars that he has contributed and raised has funded research that has saved countless lives and continues to do so.  He is happily married now and recently adopted a baby boy.  He is 64 years old and I just realized I missed his birthday (March 25th).  I guess the b-day party invitation got lost in the mail.

Okay, cut to Idol.  I was overwhelmingly thrilled at the performances last night!!  I got goose bumps on top of goose bumps several times over the course of that 90 minutes.  And surprisingly enough, I actually am awarding some new folks today with my three top prizes: Favorite Performance, Original Naturability, & Goose Bump Award.  My ultimate favorite performance last night goes to Haley Reinhart who sang “Bennie and the Jets”.  I love the song and I thought she really brought something unique to it.  I love the rasp in her voice.  I’ve always been drawn to Janis Joplin and Stevie Nicks for the same reason.  Haley also has to get my Original Naturability award for last night because she took that song to a new place and I admire that.  So there it is, two down, one to go!  The “Goose Bump” award who I have given to Jacob Lusk two weeks running has to go to Pia Toscano.  Last week, Randy told her not to sing another ballad but she didn’t listen.  She sang “Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me” and I nearly cried.  She didn’t stray too far away from the original arrangement of the song because it is hard to tinker with perfection; and the arrangement of that song is perfect!  But, she inflected on the notes in an amazing and surprising way and I’m kinda speechless over it.  You know Randy said he heard a little Mariah and a little Whitney in there; but, I totally disagree.  I think what she had was a whole lot of “Pia” in her voice.  She will be a legend…mark my words.  Furthermore, I am relatively certain at this point that she will be your next American Idol.  Sorry, James, I still love you, my little rock and roller!!

You know I don’t know if anyone can relate to this or not; but, when I watch this show it is like an other-worldly experience for me.  I really get inspired by it.  And on nights like last night I felt like I was literally transported to a concert with seasoned professionals playing for me.   Oh, and their average age is 20!!  Amazing!!  The talent and the poise and the drive of these kids is something to really respect.  I am so grateful to be on this ride with them and so excited about their future in the music business.  I just believe the benefit of music is so overlooked these days.  I mean, it is more than just a beat to be danced to.  The music is the accompaniment of all of our memories.  You know, Stevie Nicks wrote a song for Joe Walsh (Eagles) when Joe lost his young daughter in 1974 in a car crash when she was being driven to nursery school.  The song is called “Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You”; and in that song there is a lyric that says, “In all your darkest hours, have you ever heard me sing?” I think that says it all, because in my darkest (& brightest) hours I have heard a lot of people sing and the light came on again (or it shines brighter).  Does your light come on when you hear someone sing?  I know the answer is yes…you don’t even have to say it!

So without further adieu, I am going to link you to two songs today.  One by Elton John and it is called “I Feel Like A Bullet”.  It wasn’t one of his most commercially successful songs; but many of us think it is one of his best.  I chose it to introduce you to one of his greats that you may not have heard before.  You will love it!!  The second link is to the Stevie Nicks song that I just referenced………..hope you enjoy!!

Much Love!!

Lori Hamilton

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I Feel Like A Bullet

Has Anyone Ever Written Anything For You



The Story Of The Golden Buddha

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Over three hundred years ago, the Burmese army planned an attack to invade Thailand.  At the time, the country was known as Siam.  The Siamese monks were in possession of the most amazing Buddha statue.  The statue is over 10 feet tall and weighs in excess of 2 1/2 tons.  It is made of solid gold and is valued today at $200 MILLION dollars.  The monks were determined to protect the shrine that meant so much to them.  While it was priceless to them for reasons that transcend money; they knew that the Burmese would stop at nothing to steal the statue because of its tremendous monetary value.  They covered the Golden Buddha with 12 inches of clay  knowing that the warriors would totally ignore it and think it worthless.  Sadly, the monks were slaughtered in the invasion and the secret of the Golden Buddha stayed hidden for two centuries.  The Buddha itself though, remained safe.

In the mid 50’s, a monastery was to be relocated to make room for a new highway.  The monks arranged for a crane to come and move the “Clay” Buddha to its new location.  When the crane started to lift the statue, it was much heavier than expected and it began to crack.  Wanting to protect the priceless shrine, the monks lowered it back down and decided to wait until the next day to bring more powerful equipment.  To add insult to injury, the rains came so the monks lovingly covered the statue with tarps to keep the moisture away.  In the dark of night, the head monk took his flashlight and went out to make sure the Buddha was adequately covered.  When the light of the flashlight shone into the crack of the clay, he saw a glimmer…a reflection of something underneath that shroud of clay.  He immediately started to carefully chisel away shards of clay to find that the glimmer grew brighter.  Hours later, and all the clay removed…he was in the presence of a Buddha made of solid gold.  It now resides in The Temple of the Golden Buddha in Bangkok, Thailand.  Every year, millions of people go there to see this magnificent work of art and to worship at his feet.  And to think, it may never have been uncovered…

This story touched me in so many ways; but, I think it is such a representation of what we do to our children when raising them.  They come into this world as little miracles.  They are creative and true to themselves.  They believe in magic and dreams; and in an effort to protect them, we start layering on all these protective coatings.   We instill fear in them where there is none.  We instill doubt where there shouldn’t be because we don’t ever want them to be disappointed.  We share all these silly little superstitions about broken mirrors, black cats, walking under ladders, eating peas on New Years Day, etc…  We do it out of unconditional love and the desire to make their lives better.  But, in the long run these ideas that we instill in them turn into self imposed limitations in their subconscious minds.  They become part of their auto-pilot system that can steer them away from their true destiny.  They block them from achieving their full potential.   Furthermore, the removal of these limits from the subconscious mind is difficult.  Mostly, the recognition that they are even there can go unnoticed for years.  Think about it… the gold underneath that Buddha stayed hidden for centuries!!!!

I remember once when I was very young and I was playing jacks with my dear cousin, Ginger.  My grandmother walked into the room and said, “Please be careful to pick up all those jacks because if you step on one it will kill you!”  Now, she just meant that it would be painful;  but, my little mind went into a tailspin.  I was terrified to get up for fear that my life was in jeopardy!  I scoured that floor to make sure I had gotten up every single jack and when I put them away I never took them back out again.  My jack playing career was officially over!  It didn’t matter about the jacks.  I never really enjoyed playing with them that much anyway.  The point is we have to be mindful of what we say to our small children especially in the first 6 years of their lives.  Studies have shown that the belief system of children and primarily the subconscious mindset is developed  in these formative years. We need to do everything in our power to make sure that what we say and do in their presence will lead to the ideas that will serve them well in their adult lives.  That is how we protect our children!!

In closing, I want to say this to you.  If you or someone you love needs a little help to chisel away the clay so that the gold can shine then you don’t have to look very far.  There are amazing resources that are free to use that work wonders to cure the diseases growing in our subconscious minds.  There are endless amounts of guided meditations available on You Tube.  I love the ones from Kelly Howell.  She has different ones for different issues (i.e. Anxiety Relief, Creating Success, Overcoming Fear, etc.).  There are endless websites with positive affirmations available.  There are amazing and enlightened people sharing valuable insights through newsletters and blogs and books and movies and videos.  The list goes on and on.  I have mentioned many of the names before.  I recently “met” a person that has inspired me greatly and his name is Ryan Biddulph.  Google him and check out his RB’s keys, his blog and his cash gifting program (The People’s Program).  He is a person who believes in giving back and paying it forward and that is the kind of example we should all be following.

Much Love!!


PS  Thank you Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen for sharing the “Golden Buddha” story.  They published it in “Chicken Soup for the Soul” and have spoken about it  many times.  I first heard about it from Jack.

PPS  Imagine all the dreams coming true, imagine our children free from irrational fears, imagine them realizing their true passion and living it from a young age.  You may say I’m a dreamer……but I’m not the only one!!  John Lennon was one, too.  Hope you enjoy “Imagine”…….


I’ll Sing At Your Wedding

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tolerance (tol-er-uhns)  a fair, objective, and permissive attitude toward those whose opinions, practices, race, religion, nationality, etc., differ from one’s own; free from bigotry.

I hear a lot of people talking about tolerance.  “I strive to be tolerant.  I’m raising my kids to be tolerant, etc…”    While I like the word and the definition is okay I guess.  Isn’t it time to start expecting tolerance like it would be ludicrous not to?  Shouldn’t we take a big step further…how about we embrace differences and celebrate each other?  Embrace means to take or receive gladly or eagerly; accept willingly.  It just sounds a lot better, doesn’t it?  See, my problem with the word tolerance is the part about “permissive”.  Is that really the pinnacle of our social aspirations here?  We are going to permit each other to be different from us.  The audacity of that is astounding.  It is neither my right or my desire to give someone permission for living his or her life.  My belief is I think the majority of people are tolerant, compassionate, generous & kind.  I want to hear your story of people embracing the differences in each other.  Come back with it.  See, I have a theory…I think people are ready to see a shift to good news over bad.  Bad things happen, they do.  Great things are happening too; but, can you name one you have heard in the media recently?

I think my biggest concern with intolerance is with the “Gay Marriage” debate.  I believe that everyone is entitled to marry whomever (or should it be whoever…can’t remember which).  You know John McCain was on the Ellen Degeneres show (clip on YouTube) talking about this issue.  I am not picking on him..he is one of many idiots saying the same thing.  They think we can just call it domestic partnerships.  How about you don’t tell me what to call it, John?  How about you mind your own freaking business for a change?  Do you think our forefathers thought our government would be mandating these kinds of decisions?  Hell no!!!  And why does the change in “semantics” make a difference.  Is it because we are carrying out what we think God wants?  Well the God I know says that I am not the judge and jury.  Thou shalt not judge!  Have you ever heard that one before?    Take the gay marriage issue off the table, NOW!!  Furthermore, about this “born that way” or choice thing…who cares?   I am heterosexual so I may be overstepping my bounds here; but what is the point to this?  It is almost as if we are saying well you are tainted in some way but we know it is really not  your fault (I don’t think it is a fault at all.).  You didn’t choose this, you were born this way.  Now that hurts my feelings because I don’t view homosexuality that way at all.  I just think that people are attracted to who they are attracted to…end of story.  I think we love who we love.  I would never  presume that anyone would need an excuse or a reason to be who they are.

Now I do believe we have a come a long way on this.  We are making strides; but, the half-life of this “issue” is still too long!!  Please for the love of God, or Buddha, or the Universe……..stop!!  I insist, really.  We need to love each other.  We need to respect each other.  We need to embrace each other.  And if you simply cannot agree with someone else’s choices or be in close proximity to others who are different; then disagree and stay away.  It is not right to stand in someone else’s way to love and commit to who they want to.  Oh my, I just had a revelation when reading this back…I am doing it too.  I am fighting against what I don’t like and what I don’t want.  I am exerting my energy in an antagonistic way even though my intention is good.  Okay, let me self correct here.  I am so happy and grateful now that we are all living together in harmony.  I am abundantly thrilled that we recognize the beauty in each other.  The world is so much nicer now that we embrace the differences in one another.  I am proud to live in a world where we gravitate to what we want and believe in; and we ignore the rest.  I am blissful that girls are marrying boys and girls are marrying girls and boys are marrying boys.  I celebrate those of you who choose not to marry, too.  The world is more peaceful now.  The sun shines brighter.  The faces of people are more radiant.  We are working together to achieve great things and making amazing improvements.  Abundance is all around us and we can actually see it clearly.  I am so glad to be a part of this glorious time!!

Much Love!!

Lori Hamilton

PS  This post was inspired greatly by Bob Proctor.  Bob has pioneered the Law of Attraction movement and has been in the business of helping people to create abundant lives for 40 years.  He was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth.  He was in financial ruins once; but he changed… and he believed… and he ACTED… and he received an amazing dream.  And over the course of those 40 years he has helped so many others adjust their own thoughts, feelings and actions to achieve their dreams too.  Thank you Bob!!

PPS  For those of you who envision your marriage, get down on bended knee right now and propose to the one you love.  You wedding is waiting for you to walk down the aisle.  I’m wiping away a tear right now….I always cry at weddings!!

Thank you Train for this amazing song……………


Wild Horses…We’ll Ride Them Someday

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I thought it was the prerogative of women to be fickle.  I thought that was one of the little fringe benefits of being a girl.  Don’t our husbands, boyfriends, brothers, fathers, etc. make fun of us all the time for changing our minds?  Well, guess what; you guys are fickle too.  Case in point, my husband whined so loud the other day when he found out about the post entitled “She’s A Maniac” because I talked about his bad habit of taking my keys, losing his wallet, losing his keys, losing his religion…you get the idea.  I took it to heart and decided that I would only mention him briefly ,if at all, in the future.  Well, now, on Thursday he whined because he said I never write about him in my blog.  I’m going to write this one quick because I know on about Tuesday of next week he’ll whine about me writing about him in my blog.  Oy!!  (Oops, hope I didn’t manifest that future whine-fest!  Also, some of this interchange may have been ever so slightly exaggerated for humorous effect!!)

All jokes aside, though, my husband is the person I am most grateful for.  You know I was never that girl who dreamt of getting married.  I didn’t plan my wedding at the age of 12.  I never considered what my dress would look like.  I suppose I always assumed I would marry and have kids; but I wasn’t exactly racing to the altar.  I married at the age of 38…for the first & final time!!  Oh, and I did race to the altar because of the “situation” (hint:  bun in the oven).  Actually, we were already engaged.  We had been talking about marriage for say a hundred years or better.  Technically, maybe 4 years.  I think we both felt like we were already married.  I know I did!  There were no invitations, no white dress, no flowers…just me, him, a preacher we just met, and his wife.  Funnily enough, we were supposed to wed the day before our actual nuptials but we got snowed in on top of a mountain.  The “silver bullet” ( aka 2002 Mercury Sable) isn’t exactly equipped for the elements, if you know what I mean.

My dress was a black two piece ensemble I purchased  from “Motherhood Maternity”. [I actually wore the dress several times…it was my only maternity dress :)].  I have often wondered if the preacher knew I was pregnant; or if he just remembers me as that chubby girl he performed the wedding ceremony for.  Anyway, it was a wonderful day!  Not traditional which is fitting of me.  It wasn’t about anything but the love of two people who could have just as easily never  met.  I am so thankful we did.  You know it was the law of attraction in action.  I had always pictured this man; this relationship.  I guess I just didn’t believe completely that he existed.  My husband is truly the most amazing man I have ever met.  He has made me a better and stronger person.  He planted a beautiful seed of confidence in me many years ago and it is growing into an amazing tree as we speak.  He is patient and kind.  He is smarter than Webster & Google combined.  I suspect he will be remembered as a man of great spiritual significance when he leaves this life to pursue another.   He made me a mother and a step-mother of four beautiful children.  He is my best friend and my soul mate.  Ed, I love you!!   I am so glad you are mine!!  I dedicate this song to you…..wild horses really couldn’t drag me away!!

Much Love!!


PS  Don’t let the one day that is your wedding overshadow the forever that is your marriage!!    (My quote!)

PPS  If your heart tells you it is time to close a door…do it.  It is the universe’s way of telling you there is a better door in need of opening.  I did it (a few times); and it lead me to you, Ed.  Do you understand?

[This song was written by one of the best songwriting duos of all time…Mick Jagger and Keith Richards.  People always speculated that Mick wrote the lyrics about Marianne Faithful; but he said that is not true.  Their relationship was long over by the time it was written.  It was probably like a lot of amazing music….it was inspired by a culmination of life experiences.  Keith actually wrote the “Wild Horses” chorus.  The most interesting tidbit of trivia about this particular song, though, to me being a Southern girl is that it was recorded at Muscle Shoals Sound Studio in Alabama in December of 1969.  I was barely 2; but it is one of my all time favorite songs and that is why I chose it to share with you today!   It is also very fitting!!   Oh, I actually had the great thrill of seeing them perform it live!!]


Managed Chaos

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I have a question.  How important is devout structure when rearing your children?  I’m sure the answers for this probably run the gamut; but, I expect the correct answer (at least for me) is that a loose framework is most desirable.  I mean, we do the normal structured activities like wake up around the same time each morning, have a little breakfast, dress ourselves, brush our teeth, pack our lunch and leave promptly by 8:40 to arrive at preschool no later than 9 AM.  I assure you we are on time at least 95% of the time.  I am nothing if not prompt.  Also, in harmony with the law of attraction, I always say I am always on time; therefore, I always manage to be on time even when I shouldn’t be.    Now, a caveat to that is social endeavors.  I may be a few minutes late to those and I will not apologize for that.  I simply won’t sweat it.  Back to the track…I pick up the munchkin at 1:00 PM daily.  I usually arrive at the school at about 12:50.  A little girl named Callie once asked me why I was the first parent to arrive for pickup and I simply said, “I just can’t wait to see my angel.”  That seemed to satisfy her immensely (& Laney, too).  Now, you and I both know that we Moms do enjoy our time away from our little angels but they don’t have to know that now, do they?  Okay, onward, here’s where the “loose” part begins.  Outside of Mondays when we have gymnastics at 5:10, we really have no other commitments during the week so you may find us at Chick-fil-a or Baskin Robbins or Target, perhaps.  These are definitely 3 of our favorite places to kill time,  play or get a “prize”.  We may go home and practice riding our new Barbie bike or we may sing along with some of our favorite artists who have so graciously donated their videos to You Tube.  We quite possibly could be found throwing Daddy’s boxer shorts at each other after collecting them out of the dryer.  I suppose to sum it up, we have a lot of silly little play time (not to be confused with Paul McCartney’s “Silly Little Love Songs”) every single day.  Perhaps, that is structured.  Break to Webster’s…one definition is “a complex construction or entity”.  Well perhaps I should have said routine, you know something we do with regularity.  Well, in that case, we have a very pleasing routine.  I think it has the perfect mix of structure and fluidity.  You know, it’s sort of like managed chaos and I am quite comfortable living there.  You know, I don’t know if you have ever read any studies related to birth order but they often say that the oldest or first born child is Type “A” and organized, blah..blah..blah and that the baby of the family is a bit scattered if you will.  Very loveable and even delightful but not the most organized.  This rings so true for me, because I was my mother’s first born.  She had me at 18.  Additionally, I was like the baby of the family to my Grandparents and little sister to my two aunts, Gloria (16) and Priscilla (11).  Furthermore, my lovely sister, Tiffany, wasn’t born until I was 8 (Now she is Type “A” all the way..more on that another day.)  That is why I believe I just may be the perfect blend of Type “A” and holy shit!!   In addition, I am completely loveable and delightful if I do say so myself.   It’s really a blessed thing to be if you can be it ( that A/holyshit blend, that is).  Thank you God for giving me this unique placement in our oh so lovely family.

I guess the moral of my story is this, do what the hell you want.  Schedule your day your way.  Whether rigid or fluid, love your children, play with them, be silly.  Allow them all your devotion and compassion and teach them that they can have whatever it is in life that they want.  No, I don’t mean materialistically speaking, necessarily, although I certainly intend to show Laney that she is entitled to the best in that regard as well.  I remember one day we went to Target and of course we found ourselves in the toy aisle and I never go to Target without preparing to buy something!  On this day she kept pointing to things that were above the price range that I intended for this outing.  I suppose I intended to spend around $10.  So, I kept saying over and over…”No, that is too expensive.”  Then she pointed to something in the $20 dollar range. I can’t remember what it was because it was perhaps 30 prizes ago and a few hundred dollars in the past but she said something that I will never forget.  “Mommy, is that too expensive for me?”  And I’m sure that you know what happened at this point…I bought it without hesitation.  I did not pass Go…I did not collect $200.  I want Laney to never think of herself as unworthy of anything.  I am also not raising her to believe that material things are all that matters.  I seem to be struggling with the summation of my point; but I think you get the gist…don’t you?  Another thing that I will never say to her is money is hard to come by or money is the root of all evil.  We will learn about budgets and whatnots when the time comes, for sure, but I simply will not instill these lies into her little subconscious mind.  They are not true, people.  Let’s do our children a favor and not tell them that they are.  Instead, let’s teach them that an abundant life is in the cards for them.  They probably will not have the benefit of social security and pensions to rely on in their future.  Frankly, they won’t need it.  This generation will be filled with entrepreneurs and renegades that change the face of the economy and the government and the world and that is so exciting to me.  But they won’t be prepared if we don’t prepare ourselves to teach them and show them the way.  Oh well, I don’t know what else to say so I must sing…oh, and join me, will you?


You’d think that people would have enough of silly love songs

But I look around me and I see it isn’t so…Oh no

Some people want to fill the world with silly love songs

And what’s wrong with that?

I’d like to know…cause here I go….again

I love you….I love you…

I love you…. I love you

I can’t explain the feelings plain to me, say can’t you see?

Ah, she gave me more, she gave it all to me

Now can’t you see

And what’s wrong with that

I need to know, cause here I go again.

I love you, I love you

Love doesn’t come in a minute

Sometimes it doesn’t come at all

I only know that when I’m in it

It isn’t silly..It isn’t silly

It isn’t silly at aaaaallllllllll

I love you….I love you


Those, my friends, are the lovely lyrics written by Paul McCartney and his beloved late wife Linda and performed by “Wings”.  Do you know “Wings”?  You really should!!

Much love!!


PS:  Why is it that I know the lyrics to literally thousands of amazing songs and I can’t remember to put the towels in the dryer?  I suppose I’ll never know…just happy to know the lyrics………….



Idol Worship # 3

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YooHOOOO!!!!  Idol is getting good!!  These folks are in it to win it, DAWG!  Last night, while “trying” to watch Idol,  Laney came in to my room because she wanted to “snuggle”.  That is code for I want to jump around and do gymnastics on your bed and speak loudly so that you can’t hear your favorite show of all time!!  She, being the future Fortune 500 super negotiator that she is, knows I can never say no to a snuggle.  She really is the best snuggler!!  Anyway, I was recording it so who cares if I missed a few bars right?  A few times the evil alter ego (Laura) wanted to creep out and say “SHH….go away!!”  The sweet Lori simply said (calmly and rationally, of course), “Sweetie, you know this is Mommy’s favorite show so you really must be quiet.”  Want to take a guess at how successful that strategy was?  That’s right, about as successful as most of the dot-coms were at the end of the nineties!!  So, I had to take her firmly to bed and leave her to cry for oh about 15-20 seconds before she drifted off to sleep.  Amazingly enough, she still tries the tear strategy even though that stopped working at least a year ago.  Oh well, she is nothing if not persistent….I’m proud of that!!

Anyway, back to the track, (or as Laney says, Back to Traffic :))……American Idol.  As if the universe was acting only on my behalf, last night was Motown Night.  Now, you know me as a rock and roller; however, my first musical loves were the artists of Motown.  If Berry Gordy (founder of Motown) ever runs for anything in my lifetime…I WILL vote for him!!  Hell, I’ll hit the campaign trail for him.  Oh, and I just found out on Wiki.. that his birthday is November 28th (mine is November 29).  I see a joint b-day party in our future and Smokey Robinson will be the entertainment :)!!!  I remember as a kid listening to my fave of the Motown alums….The Jackson Five.   You know, the Motown sound is actually one I can sing…..WELL!!! (*cough* bullshit *cough*)

Okay, so here’s what…  My favorite is still James Durbin.  It is my supreme Idol intention that he will sing a Guns ‘n’ Roses song sometime during the course of the competition.  Mark my words!  It is simply the right thing to do.  My original naturability (oh, shut up spellcheck) prize this week goes to Paul McDonald who sang “The Tracks of My Tears” by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles. (I’ll make sure that is on the playlist for the party!!)  And, for the second week in a row, the goose bump award goes to (insert drum roll)….. Jacob Lusk.  In my opinion, this music in right in his wheel house and he knocked it out of the park!!  Shoot me a comment and let me know your picks for the three categories!!  If you disagree with me, that’s okay, just means you are wrong :)!!  Blissfully speaking, however, I am so proud of these kids.  They are beautiful and talented and courageous and I admire them more than words can say!

My song choice today is I’ll Be There by the Jackson Five.  I dedicate it to my Mother and my sister…they have always been there for me!  I love you both!!

Much Love!!

Lori Hamilton

PS   I am beside myself, Joe Vitale’s  VP of Ops responded to me via email yesterday to ask me to resubmit my correspondences…apparently she was unable to open my attached word documents…it’s all happening!!!  Wish me luck!

PPS  My husband just informed me that he was disappointed that I was not speaking about him in my blog….the other day he told me not to speak about him in my blog….wonder what he will say tomorrow?  Check out Sunday’s grat blog to see what I say about my Man!!


The Reverse Pessimist Club

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For those of you who don’t know, I don’t watch the news.  I have very little knowledge of current events.  Thank God for my husband because he keeps me posted if something really catastrophic happens that I should pray about; or something I may be embarrassed not to know at a cocktail party or social event.  I don’t think I could name five senators or congressman that are serving right now.  I would literally have to strain every remaining brain cell  to drum up the names…I’m not kidding.  And I’m really not a complete idiot.  Actually, I am pretty smart.  I was the valedictorian of my Senior class which means virtually nada at this point.  I kind of sucked in college because I was too busy socializing; but, I could have made “A’s” if I had applied myself.  I just have no tolerance for the news.  Case in point, Fox News reported (via ticker) the other day that President Obama played golf the day after the Tsunami hit Japan.  In addition, they said that this was his 61st golf game since taking office.  (I was at Johnny’s NY Pizza with Laney and I happened to glance at the TV in case you were wondering why I was watching the news.)  Do I really give a shit?  Do you?  I think I probably care about the President’s golf game about as much as I care about whether Charlie Sheen is drunk and banging 10 prostitutes at the Palms in Vegas.  Is this really news?  I mean, I’m not a complete imbecile; I get the implication.  How insensitive it is for our president to be out enjoying himself mere hours after one of the greatest natural disasters we have ever witnessed (I suppose he did ask for that one!).  Now, don’t get me wrong here, I have very little in common with our current president.  I am not a political animal; however, our views on how to run this country couldn’t be more opposite.  I didn’t vote for him; nor will I in the future.  (And, no…it has nothing to do with the color of his skin.  He could be green for all I care.)  I consider myself somewhere between republican and libertarian…leaning much closer to libertarian.  I just want the government to be kept to a minimum.  I want them to get the hell out of our decisions that aren’t their business (i.e marriage, etc..)  Anyway, I’m feeling a little shaky on the “soap box” so I am going to step down.  My point is, Why do we care?  Do we just want a reason to bitch?  Do we thrive on judging people harshly?  Have we really gotten so good at being hypocrites?   I mean do we really need to bash other people or watch them be bashed to feel more self worth?  God, that sounds so counterintuitive to me.

There’s another thing that may be entirely unrelated, I admit; but you know I’m a rambler!!  What is up with this ‘politically correct’ thing that’s been going on for far too long, now.  I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m actually quite tactful and gracious.  I strive very hard NOT to say or do something that is going to hurt someone’s feelings or make them feel insecure or whatever.  Off track, a bit, isn’t the term ‘politically correct’ an oxymoron anyway.  I mean is politics actually correct?  Are politicians?  I’m just gonna let those questions stir around in YOUR mind a while.  I bet we might come to the same conclusion.  But back to the PC thing, it’s gotten us all very confused.  It’s like the world is filled with a whole bunch of eggshells and we don’t know where to step to avoid breaking one of them.  But what if we say something like he’s white instead of saying he’s Caucasian.  Is that wrong?  No ill intent, just an innocent and true statement.  I am white and if someone calls me white; I am NOT offended.  You know, quite frankly, even if someone said it with malicious intent I don’t care.  Would you?  Don’t you think it is time that we stop assuming that people are trying to hurt us?  Don’t you think it’s time…don’t you think it’s time……..(hint: Today’s song choice)

I think I’ll start a “Reverse Pessimist” club.  Not the optimist club where we just think positively; but a club where everyone is convinced that everyone else is striving to help them.  That the universe is simply working overtime to deliver everything we want at the perfect time.  I can’t take credit for the term.  I heard Jack Canfield talk about it in an interview.  He was describing his mentor W. Clement Stone.  If you aren’t familiar with Stone, look him up on Wikipedia….it is a very inspiring story.  Anyway, he said no matter what happened, Stone always acted as if that was exactly what he needed at that time to get to the next step.  He thought the whole world was bending and shifting to produce the most desired outcome for HIS benefit.  And Jack, who is no slouch at optimism, either, talks about Stone with such amazement even today decades later.  I suppose it’s kind of like wearing rose colored contact lenses underneath rose colored glasses, underneath rose colored goggles topped off with a helmet with a rose colored shield.  Wouldn’t it be nice to view the world that way?  It just occurred to me…we CAN view the world that way!!  Yes, bad things will happen because humans are mortal and the loss of one hurts someone else; but, by and large we can do it too!!  Let’s start right now!  Send your application via the comment box to “The Close2Bliss Reverse Pessimist Club”.  Every application WILL be accepted!!

Much Love!!


PS  My song choice makes perfect sense to me…hope it does to you too.  It is called “Love Can Build a Bridge” by The Judds.  I love it……am singing it to the top of my lungs right now!!

PPS  Check out YouTube sometime for little snippets of Jack Canfield, Bob Doyle, and Joe Vitale’s seminars.  They are always so inspiring; and freeeeeee!  Actually, they are priceless!