“Emotional Intelligence”

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What Is Emotional Intelligence?

According to Psychology Today:
Emotional intelligence is the ability to identify and manage your own emotions and the emotions of others. It is generally said to include 3 skills:

1. Emotional awareness, including the ability to identify your own emotions and those of others;

2. The ability to harness emotions and apply them to tasks like thinking and problems solving;

3. The ability to manage emotions, including the ability to regulate your own emotions, and the ability to cheer up or calm down another person.

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Amazing

He is amazing, but not like those guys in the stories.

He is amazing for the way he thinks.

He is amazing for the way he treats me, for his desire to care for me and help me improve myself.

He is amazing for his ability to keep me feeling special, even when I feel mundane.

He isn’t amazing simply because he’s a nice guy, he’s amazing because he found my soul in the quagmire of a billion and had the courage to reach out and touch it…

amazing

My New Favorite Drink

Mule

5 Things You Didn’t Know About the Moscow Mule

By Noah Kaufman |

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The very first Moscow Mules were served in a limited edition run of copper mugs brought over from Russia. … … …

Here are five things you might not know about how the Moscow Mule came to be:

1. The Moscow Mule combined two ingredients no one wanted at the time.

In 1941 at the Cock ‘N’ Bull in Hollywood, the bar owner found himself unable to sell either the cases of Smirnoff Vodka he had purchased or the bottles of house made ginger beer. Wes Price, the bartender at the time, said he was just trying to clear out the basement.

2. Those famous mugs were a stroke of serendipity.

An immigrant named Sophie Berezinski came to California with 2,000 copper mugs she had designed in her father’s copper shop in Russia. She carted them around L.A., trying to sell them “lest her husband toss them in a trash heap.” She found willing buyers at the Cock ‘N’ Bull who wanted something to make their drink stand out.

3. It put Smirnoff Vodka on the map. (I prefer Absolut)

Before the Moscow Mule, Smirnoff was a tiny company owned by an almost penniless Russian ex-pat. But two years after John Martin bought the company in 1939 he got it over to the Cock-N-Bull where it would become the vodka of choice for a properly made mule for decades.

4. The Moscow Mule was almost a casualty of the cold war.

As the U.S./U.S.S.R. stalemate hit its peak intensity with McCarthyism, HUAC and blacklisting in Hollywood, the mule’s birthplace, a rumor begin circulating that Smirnoff was Russian vodka. As a result New York bartenders organized a boycott of the cocktail. Smirnoff, by the way, was never Russian. It originated in Bethel, Connecticut.

5. It had a terrible dance and jingle.

We don’t know who the ad wizards were that came up with this one, but in 1965 the drink was rebranded as the Smirnoff Mule and got its own dance created by Killer Joe Piro and its own song sung by Carmen McRae. We don’t know how many surviving copies of the record are left, but the words were, “Stand stubborn/Stop sudden/Look cool. Turn it on/Take it off/The Smirnoff Mule.”

If you want to drink your mules out of the real thing, the new editions of the old mugs are available from Moscow Copper here.

 

And Now for Something Completely Different

Thing #1 found this on Instagram and forwarded it to me…

Hot Dudes Reading

Looking through the pictures makes me smile, so I thought it would be a good thing to share.

Maybe it will make some of you smile, too.

(and perhaps have some naughty thoughts ;) )

Here are a couple of my favorites <3

"Not That Kind of Girl"

“Not That Kind of Girl”

Lips

I wonder what *he’s* reading…

"The Happiness Hypothesis"

“The Happiness Hypothesis”

“IDGAF” by Watsky

[Intro:]
What a beautiful sexy night
What a shame someone would try and mess this up right now
Look around, I mean I’m hearing everything you are saying
But honestly, I don’t give a fuck dude!

[Hook:]
Let me tell you about my GPA, four-O, straight A’s and my (I don’t give a fuck!)
Let me tell you bout my resume. It’s so cray, It’s insane and my (I don’t give a fuck!)
And my boyfriend, he’s so hot, and the car that he bought me is just too (I don’t give a fuck!)
And my “ooh-la-la”, my “blah, blah, blah” and (I don’t give a fuck!)

[Verse 1:]
Cause I’m a bachelor
So Fuck attachin’ a
Label to life we’re living and imagine a
Future where we won’t be living in the past
I’ll be flipping birds like a chicken breast on a spatula
So if you’re bragging then you can forget it
And if it thunders and if it rains and pours, let it
And in the morning then it’ll hit you that George said it
They gave him a fuck, he returned it for store credit
But don’t be sore yet
If you got a score, settle it
Cause it’s more pleasure with
Fun before etiquette
Get up on the table and pour your drinks
Get it, but
Don’t be boneheaded
It’s for your own benefit
I’ll be getting open and seeking my seventh heaven irreverent,
while you be seeking a reverend or Pope Benedict
You got a stick where the sun don’t shine?
Well that’s fine
But remember that

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
All I wanna do is get my mind right
If I’m looking at tomorrow check my eyesight
All I’m gonna focus on is this fine night
Cause all I know this life is finite
Never Neverland isn’t more than a legend
and so I gotta be digging the present session and getting this
Wedging myself up into the wettest crevices, effortless
Grabbing a piece of the flesh, if you love it then why fight
Some people slower than a nineties modem
Wanna see the nips, it’s a while to loadem
If life is a woman she’s got some epic titties
and I wanna get up in it and live it and motorboat ’em
Cause I wanna see the cool and the classy
And I wanna see the cruel and the nasty
Cause if it’s real shit
Lemme feel it
And if you can’t deal
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK!

[Bridge:]
Let me tell you ’bout my five year plan and my 401k and (I don’t give a fuck!)
Let me tell you ’bout my workout set, P90X and my (I don’t give a fuck!)
Let me tell you bout some random crap you don’t care about and (I don’t give a fuck!)
And my “ooh-la-la”, my “blah, blah, blah” and (I don’t give a fuck!)

[Hook]

fuck

Saying Good-Bye

Bear is gone.

The tow truck came and took him away to the junk yard Saturday afternoon.

At least I can take solace in the fact that his parts will be sold to help other trucks, just like him, last longer for other people who love their trucks, just like me.

And he will get to travel and see things… Albeit in pieces…

I got $230.

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