Guest Post Wednesday: Wise cat and early bird

Dear Optimists,

It was just a regular morning and I was going to work. I work in Makati and it’s sort of the Business City where tall buildings and office people are everywhere along with Starbucks and other coffee shops; All I get to see are busy roads and pavements.

I was walking, holding my umbrella on my right hand and fanning myself with my left when I suddenly saw a stray cat sitting along the wall of a Starbucks, apparently observing us “people” walk and rush to work.


Next thing I saw was a man holding a rooster and examining it (checking if it was good, I guess?!), when suddenly the rooster crew! I laughed so hard. The man did not know what to do so he closed the beak in alarm, because the rooster didn’t get to finish what he crewing. Hahaha!


Was it just a morning of odd animals or was it a sign?

Have a nice morning. Watch our for weird animals!

Love,
-= rOxy =-

Guest Post Wednesday: Bonus workout

Dear Optimists,

My two year old has mastered the art of removing safety knobs off our doors.

Today, he popped the child lock off the front door and went outside, no pants, no underwear, and let both our dogs out.

Luckily his shirt was long so he didn’t expose himself.

One of our dogs, the 7 lb chihuahua, comes when called. The other dog, 85 lb boxer/lab mix, doesn’t.

My neighbor watched my half naked child and baby while I tried to catch my dog. Oh, did I mention I was in my pajamas, with no shoes or bra on.

Twenty minutes and one mile later the dog was caught. Then I got to walk home holding the dog’s collar, hot and sweaty, in my pjs.

On the plus side, I got a workout in without the kids.

Love,
Kathleen (of the lovely blog jakennicksmomma)

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Dear Optimists,

We’re doing our best to keep Guest Post Wednesday running, but we need you guys! Please share your positive, happy stories, reminders, quotes with us and get featured on Dear Optimists.

You’ve already been featured, you say? Don’t let this stop you! Everybody has more than one positive story in them! Let us hear them!

Send your stories here: dearoptimists [at] gmail.com

Thank you,
Nadia & Den.

Guest Post: Kids-eating kitty

Dear Optimists,

It was the day before Thanksgiving 2010. The older adults were preparing tamales. Myself, my little sister, my cousin and my cat Nemo (I brought him since I was staying until Christmas) were assigned watch over the children. Seven children in total: Girl(7rs), 2 Boys(4yrs), Girl(4yrs), girl(3yrs), girl(2yrs), and one harmless sleepy baby boy. You would think three people could handle them but they got into some jealous bouts between the girls, and one boy was extra aggressive. While we three fought to gain control of the five toddlers and one older girl, who let us know very kindly that we were doing everything wrong, Nemo sat on the stairs glaring down at us. One of the kids saw this and, clearly spooked, walked away from him.
I then had an idea.

“Kids! If you do not listen and behave, Nemo will eat you!”

I know some might think this disturbing, but the kids laughed and all agreed to be good, thinking me silly. My cat, on queue, climbed down the stairs and rubbed himself against the most naughty child, the aggressive four year old boy. He looked at me with frightened eyes and declared that he would behave. Nemo did not leave my side the whole day.

The three year old girl began to take everything she could from the others and walk, with all this stuff, to a secluded room. Nemo followed her into the room (as this was the room his food was kept in) unbeknownst to her. I heard a cry echo through the hall and ran to go see what the problem was. Nemo was rubbing his body on her legs and she was yelling that he was trying to eat her. I rescued her saying: “It’s okay, Nickie,” I then said in front of all the children, “Are you going to give the toys back and start behaving?”

“Yesh.” She nodded.

The kids just stared, and the rest of the night went smoothly as I sat back, cat in my lap watching toy story 3 with six well behaved kids.

Mission accomplished. ^-^

Love,
Elizabeth of Currently Processing Negatives.

Guest Post: Shit happens

Dear Optimists,

Shit happens.

I hate to burst the happy bubbles that some of you may be living in, but ’tis a fact of life: Shit. Happens.

My shit for the day?

I just lost my job.

For those who don’t know (i.e. everyone), I was working at a motel, both as a receptionist and as a waitress in its restaurant. But the other night, I went in to start my shift and was faced with the harsh reality that I was now unemployed.

Okay, “harsh” isn’t the right word. In a nutshell, the situation was that my boss’ son, having suffered an injury that was preventing him from returning to work, was to be given my job. He is available 24/7; I am a humble university student who shall always put my studies first. Ergo: Jobless Jess.

My co-workers weren’t exactly happy with the news and were saddened to see me go; I had to reassure my boss that there were no hard feelings, as she seemed near tears; oh yes, you could taste the devastation in the air.

But you know what? Shit happens. And sometimes when shit happens, all you can do is say, “Bugger, eh?” and get on with it. Because every cloud has a silver lining. It’s always darkest before the dawn. Everything happens for a reason. [Error: Cliché No#4 Not Found.]


It is official – I have no job. Bugger, eh?

But I’ve had my whinge, and I feel better. Anybody else want to rant about their “Bugger, eh?” moments? It is rather cathartic.

On another note…

…Anybody looking to hire?

Love,
Love The [Unemployed] Bad Guy (Jess)

Pick up

Dear Optimists,

Have you ever been picked up? I am…all of the time. No, not like THAT! (Although I do get hit on quite often…hehe)

I meant it in the literal sense. See, I’m small and thin, and for some reason that gives everyone a reason to pick me up and throw me around a bit:

But I really don’t mind being short, I like it down here. If I was any taller, I’d be (even more) scared of falling – and falling is something that I do quite often.

Besides I’m just as tall as a 160 cm tree:

Love,
Nadia.

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Darling Optimists, remember that the contest, where you can win a drawing of yourself closes today! We’ll pick a winner tomorrow!

If you don’t win, don’t hesitate to send in your story (stories?) and have it published here (with a drawing!) – deadline is Sunday! Send it to dearoptimists [at] gmail.com

Kitty surprise (+ A CONTEST!)

Dear Optimists,

I used to have a cat. Like many others, really. He was the cutest thing in the whole world, and he thought the same of me. But sometimes he wasn’t all that adorable.

Feivel used to sit on the door (yup, on top of the door). It was his favourite spot.

However, it didn’t take him long to conceive a terror plan. He was one of those cats.

What happened next doesn’t come as a surprise:
You’d think I’d learned, but no. Every time I entered my room I was greeted by Feivel this way. Awesome cat. May he rest in peace.

Love,
Nadia.
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Now to the CONTEST!
Answer following question in the comments by Friday and we’ll draw a winner on Saturday! The winner will receive a virtual Optimist drawing of him-/herself!

Two cartoon sounds were used in this post. Wherefrom do these sounds originate?

Leave your answer and remember to add your email, so we can get a hold of you!

Shower

Dear Optimists,

I’m so fortunate that I’ve been out of the country twice this Summer. One of the trips was a three week holiday in Iceland where Mum lives, as you probably already know, the other one was a solo-trip to London.
I was quite nervous to travel all by myself, but Boyfriend encouraged me and repeatedly told me I was sooo awesome daring to travel all by myself. I like when people think I’m cool, so of course I went.

The day before I left, we had a shower together.

“Are you gonna bring your camera?,” Boyfriend asked me.
“Nah…,” I smiled, “That would be crazy!”

He looked at me wondering; why wouldn’t I want to take my camera with me to London?

I laughed: “Of course I’m bringing it, it was the first thing I packed!”

Then it occured to me that I’d forgot to pack my knickers. It’s obvious what’s more important to a photographer.

Love,
Nadia.