Richest Persons A variety of Rich Thu, 09 Jun 2016 23:54:43 +0000 en-US hourly 1 A Poem of Uncertainty Thu, 09 Jun 2016 23:52:40 +0000 Continue Reading A Poem of Uncertainty]]> Sometimes I want to cry, scream, kick my feet and yell F*** you all

Sometimes I want to be mean, scream, kick my feet and yell “Maybe I’m not who I seem!”

Sometimes I want to run from fear, embarrassment, hatred, and you

For I am confused and know not what to do.

Sometimes I want to be tickled, scream, kick my feet and yell, “I give in”

Sometimes I am happy…

Enough to want to be touched and share my soul with all

And then sometimes I am so lost.

Lost enough that to find myself encourages a giggle to arise, from deep within.

Giggle to roar, making me crazy, enclosing me and causing my world to constantly spin.

So please, lift your hand and slap me, for this is not who I am to be

It is only a temporary form of me.


My Happiness Thu, 21 Apr 2016 19:18:52 +0000 Continue Reading My Happiness]]>   sedona az  magical vortex in sedona

Beautiful Sedona, AZ….my happiness.

Fortunately, Arizona is my home residence and Sedona is less than a two hour drive away. Sedona is magical. It is the home to many vortexes, and is knowns as a spiritual power center. Aside from the fact that it is a major energy center, Sedona is beautiful. It is surrounded by red rock formations that are large and powerful. No matter how many times I’ve traveled here, and it has been a lot, it’s beauty and majesticness always captivate me.

We took a four day getaway in Sedona. We worked, we hiked, we sat, we loved.  It was incredible. In total we spent $550 (including some cry
stals we bought). The trip could have easily cost $10,000, depending where we can from I the world and where we stayed at in Sedona.  Would we have paid $10,000 if we lived far away?  Probably not, at least not at this point in our lives.  However, we took advantage of nearby beauty.

I say this because today I want to steer my focus from buying happiness, to finding a happy spot with or without money.  Someone with billions of dollars that lives in AZ could have done the same thing, at the same price. They may or may not have found the same amount of immense happiness that I did in Sedona this weekend.  What made it so wonderful for me?

I experienced Sedona with some of those I love, those that make me happy inside (my lover and my dogs)

I just got over being sick before we headed up, and feeling good felt sooo good, that I was just happy to be alive and well again.  We take feeling good for granted, or at least I have.

I love the outdoors. Beautiful scenery, adventure, mystical places, and I had all of that in Sedona.

I did the things that make me feel good and accomplished. I balanced my work, with my love of exercise the outdoors, good wine, clean, good food, and again my animals and my boyfriend.  I found a balance in indulgence, which is my happy spot.

I took a step out of my everyday habits and routines to enjoy something different.

There was not a price tag to place on this trip.  I created it and couldn’t have bought it.


A simple Quote.. Thu, 07 Apr 2016 19:09:06 +0000 Continue Reading A simple Quote..]]> In the past there were people who were not rich but contented with their living style, laughing and happy all day. But when the new rich people appear, people look at them and ask, ‘why don’t I have a life like that too, a beautiful house, car and garden,’ and they abandon their values.

Thich Nhat Hanh

Today I’m not sure what will make me happy Sat, 26 Mar 2016 21:59:37 +0000 Continue Reading Today I’m not sure what will make me happy]]> Errrrrr. My opening statement. It’s nothing and everything today. I’m not sure how I feel about anything. Have you ever thought, ok well if I could make something different or had the means to do anything or go anywhere, what would I do, where would I go and what would I want?  And then you realize that there is not a damn thing that sounds appealing, fun, or would benefit you.  I mean not even a trip to an exotic land with the capability to sit and do nothing but absorb your surroundings.  Or a trip to Paris to drink wine and visit extravagant museums.  Well non of it sounds like it will bring me out of this funk.  Not even a few million dollars randomly dropping into my lap as I sit outside and wonder, what the hell.

I’m not depressed, I’m not mad, I’m not stressed, although I could be.  On a brief side note, I had a slow leak under my kitchen sink last month. It created a water mess.  We got it all cleaned up, or so I thought. My boyfriend has been feeling light headed and had a few weird symptoms…so long story short someone was telling us about the health issuesthat mold can bring about, if it’s present.  We had a mold inspection done and whatdoya know, we’ve got mold.  Mo’ mold mo’ problems…haha. Well we have this water damage company coming up out to today to clean out some mold.  So yousee, I could be stressed, but I’m not.

I just don’t feel like any one thing could lighten me up.  Call it hormonal, call it life, call it crazy, call it “need to tune into Vivian”, call it whatever, but I call it “money can’t buy my happiness” right now, I feel as if nothing can.

I used to get like this in my younger years.  I called it my bi-annual funk.  I haven’t had this funk for a long time. Nature usually can do it for me, pull me out of it.  Money never has been a help feature.  It really only gives me something to do that I don’t really care to do anyway.  Now I’m just rambling.  But that’s how I feel like a ramble without a clue what to do. I’m possibly embarrassed I’m even posting.  I am however posting because this is a time when It’s not about money, or not, not about money.  It’s a weird state that I am experiencing that has nothing to do with either. It’s neutral and is boring. Maybe I’m bored. Maybe the saying should be can money buy fun?  Well my answer is currently NO.  At least not until I snap out of this zone.

So anyone ever felt like this?  What are your thoughts on why? I’m sure I will contemplate it all tomorrow or even later when I’m in a more appealing, feeling state.  Now I will end my mini boring, rant post, and find something to do.  I need to make some kind of of cool appetizer for a friends house we are going to later (which at this time going does not sound like anything I want to do).  I saw this cool idea for parmesan cups. I thought they would be good with homemade mango guacamole inside.  Each person would get their own guac cup. So I found a recipe for the cups. Check it out Parm Cups. But remember I’m filling with guac instead.  At least I gave you a little value in reading this non-inspiring post, parm cups!!  You can also find the recipe on my extras page. Cheers to me, and cheers to you.

Maybe Money Can Buy Happiness Sat, 19 Mar 2016 18:34:44 +0000 Continue Reading Maybe Money Can Buy Happiness]]>

So I begin this by stating that I was doing my own research to see if there’s been a study on money “buying” or being part of happiness.  I came across a blog Thomas C. Corley spent five years studying the habits and behaviors that 177 self made millionaires, and 233 poor people learned from there parents. This was after reviewing a survey conducted that found that 80% of American adults suffer and struggle from being jobless, living in poverty, and relying on welfare assistance, for at least a portion of their lives. Obviously this stress has to wreak havoc on the children as well.  And so his study began.  And so my thoughts began….

Happiness isn’t about money or no money.  Happiness is state of mind created by the perceiver. Depending on who you ask or speak to, this will change immensely.  If you ask a mother, she may find her happiness in the way she fulfills her children, a sparkle in their eye.  If you ask a single man, he may say quietness on a lake, while he throws his line to catch his dinner for that star filled evening.

There are basic needs to be met by every human.  Whether you study Tony Robbins and the six core needs he identifies, or Maslow’s Hierachy of Basic Needs, there are essential needs to meet.  These needs do not require money.  What I’ve found when speaking with people that have pursued growing their bank account or cash flow, is that in order to do so more times than not they met their basic needs. In creating that balance and pursuing their own growth (a need by both Maslow & Robbins), they develop their own happiness, as well as a large bank account.  The happiness is not found in the money.  There too, are many people that have the luxury of money, without a priority of needs being met.  I believe then it is fair to say that money cannot by happiness.  It may prove to be your immediate fix for a quick happy bit, but true, deep happiness is not present, and at some point the realization will be met and felt.

Poverty or even low funding in life can create many, many feelings. Today’s society has much opportunity and little opportunity for financial growth, and that is a frustration in itself.  That being said some of us are born into poverty, some of us create it for ourselves….at times trying to buy happiness, and some of us have to always push to keep our head above water. Being in the position to constantly push brings about constant stress and struggle, unless you manage it well.  If you do not meet your basic, or core life needs, then true happiness will not be found.  It can be very difficult when the struggle to keep a home, energy bills, kids clad in the clothing that they deem acceptable, medical bills paid, car paid, and all the rest are present.  Money can make it easier to focus on taking care of your needs. You however cannot buy the power to fulfill those needs, so please do not get confused.

My point of all things written above is to get you to explore….are your needs met? Read more about essential needs.  Are you holding yourself back from fulfilling them?

Money can make life easier, and if you’ve connected with happiness, maybe even happier.  It cannot buy our essential needs of life.  In pursuing money we are able to meet some of these needs.  Just understand core happiness is not money, in my belief anyway.


Money Makes Me Happy Tue, 08 Mar 2016 17:47:59 +0000 Continue Reading Money Makes Me Happy]]> Many of my past posts expressed lean towards money not necessarily creating happiness . Today I write from the perspective that “hell ya money makes me happy”.  Not my perspective per say, but from Brady’s perspective.  Brady is one of the owners of I just hired them to come out and clean my carpets because my animals (dogs) have done some work on them!  Anyway, Brady is a super nice guy and they did a killer job on my furniture and carpets.  Anyway, I offered him a drink and a homemade oatmeal raisin cookie, that yes I made.  While he took a quick break to eat my delicious cookie, I asked him questions about his business. How long he owned it, all that good stuff. Then I asked him do you think money buys happiness.  His immediate response was a grin and a yes of course.  I asked him to explain.

In answering all my questions, he told me he’s owned and sold six businesses.  He worked hard on all them and then turned around and sold them.  As he learned different things along the way, each one he sold, he made a little more money. His carpet cleaning business now, is his 7th to own and be part of the operation.  He told me that each time he made money from one of his businesses, he would invest some and spend some.  Brady told me, I love money. I like spending it, sharing it, and making it.Brady has started a car collection. I’m not that into cars, but from what he told me of them he has a nice little collection.  He takes his wife somewhere twice a year.  They’ve been many places in Europe, Hawaii, New Zealand, Tokyo, Bali, and South America.  He likes giving to others that have less.  He likes being able to splurge on nice scotch and restaurants when he wants.  He said, I work hard and I like to play hard and reward myself.  Without money I wouldn’t have the ability to do these same things.  I like these things, so I like money.  It contributes to my happiness.  Don’t get me wrong it’s not all I want, nor is it every part of my happiness, but girl who makes good cookies, I love me some money.  He had a big smile (with a raisin stuck between his front teeth) when he said this to me.

Brady is not a lazy guy, or as far as it seems.  He really got to work at my house.  I mean if he’s as financially sound as he says, he could be paying someone to clean my carpets and furniture, rather than do it himself. From what I gathered through listening and observation, money makes Brady happy. He’s seems to like to work hard and make lots of moolah, which he in turn really enjoys enjoying.  I personally think he would be bored if he didn’t work.  I think boredom would make Brady unhappy.  So he stays busy in his businesses, that makes him happy, and then he turns his business into profits, and that makes him happy.

Go Brady.  You seem to be a nice, simple man that enjoys his money.  It was really nice talking with you. You made it all seem easy and not that big of a deal….money and happiness that is.  I salute you for your success, hard work in life, and ability to say, “yep money makes me happy”. And I’m not sure what all your other businesses were, but your a damn good carpet cleaner.



You don’t want more $$?? Tue, 01 Mar 2016 19:14:30 +0000 Continue Reading You don’t want more $$??]]> I know a man named Tom.  Tom is married to Cindy. He is a general contractor specializing in Concrete, in a small town.  All different types of concrete. Did you know you can make concrete look like tile?  Well you can. You can also make it decorative in all sorts of ways. He says concrete is an art, his art.

I didn’t ask Tom what happiness was to him, but I asked him if he wanted to expand his business more.  If he had more help would he want to grow again.  You see, he was very “successful” at one point in getting his business to generate 1.5 million annually in sales, in a small population.   He was bringing in the money, able to purchase the things he never thought he would, never had at any other time. He grew up without money.  So the flow of dough was a new thing for Tom.

Two of his children, although grown, needed some financial assistance and Tom provided that. And then they needed a little more.  He says they realized dad could help out and knowing that kept them “at the nipple”.  His oldest grew up in the struggle.  There was not extra money to help her out. If she wanted to go to college, and both Tom and Cindy were all for that, then she had to work hard and get a scholarship, or a job to pay for it.  He told me that she was a little go getter.  She even started saving her money to buy them (him and Cindy) a car.

Tom made a financial error and a character error in other people. These two small errors, combined with an economy that started to bottom out, especially in building and construction (concrete is the foundation obviously), started his bottom out.  It was a brutal ride down.  Their home received a quarter of a million dollar lien on it. He could no longer afford many of his small luxuries, let alone the electric bill monthly.  Cindy tried to pick up more work waitressing. She had a not so awesome knee that started causing her more and more pain. Standing all the time made it hard. Credit cards stopped getting paid, bills went unopened, the moral of life lessened.  His license got suspended for unpaid local taxes.  This became a problem. How to do jobs, which you need to get out of the money pit, without an active license?  So you get the drift.

On top of all of it, Cindy got tired. Tired of the stress. The stress of money, the stress of bills, the stress of Tom being stressed, the stress of trying to dig yourself out of the dirt, but the dirt is beginning to over take you.  Cindy sought an escape, and that she found.  Where or in what?  In pills. Her “I don’t give a sh** pills”, as she called them.  So life really got intense for Tom and Cindy, in more than financial ways.

Tom now still has a lien on their home, and is still “paying bills”, but he’s pulled himself out of some of the debt.  It wasn’t easy.  Especially with him and Cindy not working together, nor even being able to communicate as they used too.  Cindy is working on her problems and trying to take care of what she needs.  Tom continues to work in the “mud”….concrete.  He no longer does a million plus in sales, or has a big staff, or makes what he used too.  He is small scale in comparison to what he was at one point.  That’s why I asked him if he would want to grow again, if I helped him get there.  And Tom said no.  He said you know that was an experience and fun, but to be honest with you, it brought more problems than it was worth. I like what I am doing now.  The money is less, but sanity is the trade off, and it’s worth it.  Tom told me he was tired as well.  He is 60 and doesn’t have the same flame he once had.  But he’s ok with that. He’s ok with living simple and slowly getting his finances in order.  He wants to be supportive to Cindy in what she needs to do to make herself healthy again. He wants to be a great father to his kids, and not because he can afford it.  Tom’s words were, if I did it all over again, I would do certain things differently.  If I have the choice to build it again, do it again now, I choose not to.

I find it so interesting to talk with other people.  Our experiences contribute to who we are and what we feel.  Everyone has different experiences, which makes their perspective totally different from another’s.  I just find it so cool and mind expanding.  What is right for me, may not be for you. In all it’s chaos, it’s really quite beautiful.

Hawaii is Happiness Mon, 15 Feb 2016 21:54:40 +0000 Continue Reading Hawaii is Happiness]]> big island solar power

I’m currently in Hawaii right now…on the big Island to be exact.  I came out to help my parents.  My mother fell and broke her hip and my father works.  Someone needs to help the mama out.  They need help beyond that anyway.  To many details but the help I’m giving comes in many forms.

This post is my current status on happiness.  My mother fell while doing who knows what.  She prevented herself from hitting her head when she fell by throwing herself to to her side and landing on her right hip. Screaming in pain, my dad called the EMT’s and off she went to Waimea hospital.  They immediately performed surgery the next morning. Big old screw in her hip and some pain, but she’s alive and kicking…thank god!

Taking care of her has been a lot of work, but work I wouldn’t trade anything for it. I mean of course some extra money or income right now would be superb, but the fact that she’s alive and getting even better than she was before her fall is something big, actually huge to me.  It is sanity and happiness, even when she’s driving me looney with all her talking.  My mom can talk…and she bops all over the place (well not so much now).  Sometimes it’s so hard to focus.  And she talks with the T.V. on.  That damn T.V. is always on too….errrrr:/.  But you see the cost of these minor frustrations and little stresses is worth the extra 20 minutes I add to my afternoon walk, as well as the excitement I see in my mom because she’s getting better.  All of her kids, my sis and little bro, are coming to show their support, and this makes her happy.

Now here’s the part that made me decide to share all of this.  A friend of mine that I grew up with in Hawaii just had something horrible occur in her life.  Her mother, who leaves right by her, fell.  She didn’t break her hip though, or her leg, or anything else.  She died.  Yes she died. One fall and instantly her life was taken.  I’m not sure all of the details, as this all just happened.  Was it a stroke and that’s why she fell?  Did she hit her head? All I know is that my mother had the potential to be killed from her fall and she didn’t.  She just broke her hip.  Now a broken hip is no trip to paradise, but it’s better than a trip to heaven, or at least as far as we know from our physical and mental awareness.

My mom was a bit rattled by this news.  I think it hit close to home being that one week prior she fell and it so could of happened to her.

Another story that contributes to my post today.  Last night I read something my cousin in Arizona posted.  He’s a DJ and was doing his deal at a bar in Glendale.  He was rocking some country music and people were out dancing.  A guy and girl, 21 year old girl, were out twirling and dancin it up to some country, when suddenly the girl fell.  She hit the floor and it killed her!!  Like instantly killed her, her life is gone before it actually really started.  My cousin was extremely distraught by this. I mean he was playing music, making people dance, be merry and have a good time. And then he watched it change in the matter of minutes.

And another…. story that is. So I’m getting a coffee at Starbucks. I run into a girl that I used to baby sit back in the day when I  lived here.  I asked how she was. I asked how her mom was.  She proceeded to tell my that her mom fell a year ago and she is just finally recovering from it.  I’m thinking what!?!  I mean this is the third fall story, not including the giver of my life (fyi..”my mom”), in two days.

It speaks to me. For whatever reason something has been spoken to me.  Not in words but in feel.  I already know how fortunate I am to have my health, family, people that love me, and warm fuzzy creatures (my animals) that love me and I love. But I still stress about things given my fortunes. Stress usually comes from money. Money is tight right now.  Life becomes stressful when money is short and bills are tall.  And then something happens and the power of life and love are presented to you.  Not always on a silver platter, but they are presented in their own way.  I am aware of their presence in my life.  And I am grateful for the life of my mother. I am grateful to be able to travel to Hawaii and take care of her.  I am grateful for when she talks to much. My happiness is not found in money. My happiness is found in life, both internally and externally, with focus on the inside. Money may make it all easier, but it cannot fulfill or make up for a life that has been taken.

Stop and take a moment to be where you are at notice that that is presented to you.  Sometimes it takes stopping and becoming aware to understand it. To life.

One Man’s Persepective Sat, 06 Feb 2016 16:39:12 +0000 Continue Reading One Man’s Persepective]]> Charles Beeker…I am using an alias last name in respect to the man I asked “what is happiness to you?”.

My boyfriend had a big work convention, that fortunately, I was able to attend (not the convention, but the hotel and evening fun) with him.  We were chartered up north to a beautiful hotel for the week. Brief note: I had a such great time!  He did his daily work stuff and I got to lounge, get a massage and facial, work out, it was so awesome! The hotel was casual fancy, the food was incredible, the people there were great and even the corporate transportation service, which was a huge beautiful charter bus, was on point…. So it was like a vacation for me:).

Ok back to Charles.  He was with the group at the convention. One evening after we had dinner, we were outside where everyone was mingling and doing the after dinner thing.  Rand, my boyfriend was engaged in conversation, so I start wandering to find someone to strike a conversation with.  I saw this man there, but off on his own, kinda just gazing out. He would look up at the night sky and then out into the quietness of the hotel landscape.  I walked over to him and said, “peaceful evening, isn’t it.” “Peaceful Indeed,” was his reply.  We stood in silence for a moment.  I felt like he felt lonely or something. Not quite sure what it was, but I felt kinda sad for a brief moment, and then I felt bad for feeling sad for a man I did not know. So I blurted out, “What is happiness to you?” At the time I was thinking why did I just ask that. No opening conversation, you don’t know this man…well, whatever.  

Charles just looked at me.  I apologized and explained that I’m curious what happiness is to people. Is it money, love, family, all of the above, or what?

He then said, “see this here?” It was a scar and bump thing on left wrist.  He said he had to have carpal tunnel surgery, which he obviously had.  He proceeded to say they messed his surgery up, badly.  He doesn’t have too much feel in three of his fingers and there is a lot of scar tissue and pain. He said it was very painful.  “They told me I needed to have the surgery. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.  My wife said, you should have it Charles, it will help you.”  I was hesitant for awhile and so decided to wait on it.  My wife passed away. I decided to have the surgery.”  I just stood there wondering, how did she pass away, how long ago was all this?  But I remained quiet and let him finish the answer to my question.

“You see, as I was going in for my surgery, I thought my doctor drunk. Well, he was, and he botched my surgery.” he explained.  “Did you sue them,” I asked.  “Yes I did, and I won.” he replied.  “Well that’s at least good then.” I told him.

He looked at me and said, ” I would give every dime of the large settlement I won, to have my wife back.  We were not poor, but we worked hard for the money we had.  I always said, one of these days we won’t have to work anymore. I’m going to work smarter and harder and find a small fortune to take care of you. She always said, Charles I don’t care about the money.  I now do not have to work, but I do because I feel lost without her. I would give everything I own and have to have her next to me.  I think back often on the fun times we had, the times we struggled, the times we laughed, cried, shouted, all of it.  I miss every moment, good and tough.”  My heart filled with emotion for him.  I didn’t have anything to say, his story left me quiet, so again I just stood there.

He turned to me again and said ” Happiness to me is the love that I have for my wife. It is to this day what keeps me going, even without her physical presence.  That and the beautiful daughter we brought into this world. It’s not the settlement I received, or the places I can go, or the fillers I can buy to mute my pain.  It is this deep love for her.  To be honest, it’s hard to move forward and feel happy from other things. I mean I have moments of it, but it’s hard. Remembering and keeping that love in my heart and sharing it with my daughter is why I can even continue at this point, it is saving me. Always take a moment to recognize where your true happiness comes from, and enjoy each moment of it as is.  Be present with it.  I wish now I was more present with it at times with her.”

I just gave him a hug. No words, simple hug. Then I thanked him. We stood there for a bit longer and my boyfriend walked up and said hello to Charles. There was some small talk and then we shook hands and said goodnight.  It’s weird because I felt sad and wanted to make Charles happy or say something, but I realized at this tim,e less was more.  He answered my question, and I truly believe it felt good for him to say all of what he told me.  It was a very rewarding experience with a somewhat stranger.

Thank you Charles for sharing a bit of your life with me. It made me take a deep breath and feel alive for the love I have in my life, for the people that are in it and for the people I have the pleasure to encounter throughout this “Crazy Life”.

Money Can’t buy happiness…or can it? Wed, 27 Jan 2016 18:09:11 +0000 Continue Reading Money Can’t buy happiness…or can it?]]> bit of happyThis is the generally accepted foresight. Is this wisdom initiated by someone without money? There are studies that confirm this foresight, while there are those that oppose it, saying yes, being rich or wealthy helps with happiness. What are your thoughts. Have you been on either side?

Well maybe it can’t buy happiness, but it could make you less sad, for the time being. I mean, think about it.  You wake up with money in your bank account.  Maybe you still even have to a little work to keep that moolah flowing.   You are have an ehhh day, like we all do on occasion. You do your duties and then decide to go off for a spa day. Facial, Body Wrap,Massage, light lunch.  A couple of hours of being pampered at that awesome new Day Spa.  400 bucks and your feeling a little better, right?  And if your a guy, think of how you could occupy your crappy feeling day, to make you feel better.  What would you do? Take friends out for some roof top golf and lunch or dinner? That’ll be about $400 too. But your feeling better right? All bets on your friends feeling good too.

And sometimes that’s just what we need. Something different in our day, a good laugh, our mind of what we may not even be sure, and if you’ve got the money, possibly a new car. So yes, I think it is easier to have money to temporarily lift feelings of sadness or woe. But does this last?  Can it be done without money?  What if your filthy rich and able to satisfy feelings with purchases and items and then one day go broke, then what?


This all being said, I think I will explore the root of happiness and what that is in my next few posts.  Without focus on money, riches, or any of the sort.  Just some basic, foundational, root causes of happiness.  That way whether rich or poor, we explore the core of what that is.

I will be interviewing, Vivian style, people that I come across whether that be at work or when I’m running errands or engaging in services. My question will be “what is happiness from your perspective. What are the roots of happiness to you?”

Stay tuned to see where this goes.  It may be a wild ride(read)….or a Happy One!