Upcoming appearance on The ‘X’ Zone Radio Show

Okay, here are the details! Bev, the founder of CSPA, will be a guest on The ‘X’ Zone Radio Show out of Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, on Wednesday, March 16, 2016 from 9 pm – 10 pm Eastern.

Here’s how you tune in mid-March if you want to listen to her interview with Rob McConnell: The ‘X’ Zone Radio Show – www.xzoneradio.com

Prior to the broadcast, you may also want to check out:
– The ‘X’ Zone TV Show – www.xzonetv.com;
– The ‘X’ Chronicles Newspaper (sample edition) – www.rel-mar.com/x201510
– The ‘X’ Zone Radio Show Past Guests – www.rel-mar.com/guestsofthex
– The ‘X’ Zone Radio Show Guest Comments – www.rel-mar.com/guestcomments
– The ‘X’ Zone – www.thexzonestore.com

Reposting this article I wrote for Evan Carmichael’s business site:What Makes Your Business Card Stand Out? by Bev Sninchak

Your company’s business card is not only an advertisement and a reminder of your business, but it’s also a statement about who you are and in what your business specializes. This is why having a card that stands out from the pack is so important.

Source: What Makes Your Business Card Stand Out? by Bev Sninchak

[Guest post] Colorado will always be our home base

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We love Colorado and it’ll always be our home base! It’s beautiful here and we’ve considered it home since Paul and I both moved here 1979 (we didn’t know each other then, but…). So we are NOT abandoning Colorado AT ALL. Our plans are to keep our home base HERE and then travel extensively to see parts of the US and Canada that we maybe couldn’t afford to visit otherwise if we took into account airplane, hotel, and other fees. [ 279 more words—click link below to read more at Ghouls on the Go Travel Blog. ]

https://ghoulsonthego.wordpress.com/2015/12/29/colorado-always-our-home-base/

[Dream] Cobras & Demons

Two big dreams last night. In the first, I worked in some sort of a warehouse where people would come to have dinner and watch performers do all sorts of things. A group of snake charmers were charming a shit-ton of cobras (they were a bunch of pretty colors, though).

Now, I don’t like snakes and I’m scared to death of cobras and vipers! Well, one snake charmer came over to me and tapped on my right shoulder (from the front). The cobra leaned down and laid its head (or nudged its head) on my right shoulder without biting me. I was scared shitless and I remember holding my breath in terror!

Then, the snake charmer was touched by the cobra and the snake charmer ended up dying — I tried to run around and find an antidote (something called H1-something or another, but could only find H2-something). The guy’s body bloated up and died, his stomach was big and distended like you’d see in a Feed the Children ad.

I did not die from the cobra touching me, though. I felt like, somehow, I’d been blessed and protected by the cobra (not sure if that makes sense). So, THAT dream was freaky and weird. But then…

Discovery: I have a lot of dreams — a TON of them! — about battling and/or exorcizing demons. Most always when I forget to take my Trazodone before bed. Then I wake up with a sore body and barely able to move from having my muscles tensed up all night, as a result of fighting demons (could you get more symbolic?!).

Last night I was helping our friend Carly’s neighborhood rid itself of demons and Josh P. showed up as well. I didn’t want to do down into Carly’s basement, because it would be a high and tenuous climb to get back out of it, but I went in there anyway.

When it was time to get out, there was no other way except to climb up a steep, rigged ladder that was unsafe and shaky. I’m terrified of heights in real life, so in the dream I had no other choice but to face my fears and climb that shaky ladder and chance falling a long way down. Since there was no other way than up that ladder, I decided to avoid looking down and climb that ladder. I was scared to death. In the end, the ladder nearly came loose, but I made it up and out of the basement and to safety again.

Funny how the demons were less scary than that damned ladder climb! Anyway, last night’s dream couldn’t have been more dead-on about life right now, or how I’m feeling. I’ve never wanted to climb ‘that ladder’ many times in my life. I don’t want to now, either. But sometimes climbing ‘that ladder,’ no matter how scary it might be, is the only way out of the abyss known as the basement. Damn…helluva dream, eh? Lots to think about.[D

Ghouls on the Go

In what must certainly show that this was on my mind many years ago beginning in 2007, I ran across our Ghouls on the Go blog over at WordPress, which was a travel blog I’d started when Paul and I made a few trips here and there. I even posted about the trip the kids, my mom, and I made to the England/Scotland in October 2001.

Considering how we are resolute in manifesting this full-time RV lifestyle, I’m posting the blog link here. Paul and I will be posting updates about our journey toward making our full-time RV lifestyle come true, plus sharing links and info as we find it. I hope you’ll follow us over there:
https://ghoulsonthego.wordpress.com/about/

Tragedy and the Final X

Today my hometown was once again thrust into the arms of tragedy and violence. A shooter, now identified as Robert Lewis Dear, holed up in a Planned Parenthood office and ended up wounding nine people and killing three people, including two civilians and a campus police officer from the University of Colorado at Colorado Springs.

It’s hard to go back to living your life and doing mundane things around the house when you know there were a few of people from here in Colorado Springs who woke up today and had no idea that yesterday was going to be their last Thanksgiving, and that they wouldn’t make it to tonight or live another day past today to see their family and friends ever again.

I remember seeing a calendar in my kids’ grandfather’s room on the day after he died from a heart attack in his sleep. I glanced at the monthly page as I was on my way to the bathroom. He had marked off every day that had come and gone with an X, with notes about what he’d done and planned to do for upcoming days. I stood for a moment and stared at the final X he marked on his calendar…and then I looked at the notes he had for the rest of the month…what he had on his to-do list for around the house, etc.

That final X has stuck with me. He didn’t know it would be the last X he’d mark on his calendar. He had plans, but he died in his sleep that night. No more notes, no more crossing off the days of tasks he completed…it was done, and so was he.

Sobering and sad. Life can be real shitty at times, but even during the shitty times, you are still breathing and living.

You never know when you’re going to put down the last X on your monthly calendar, or breathe your last breath. You won’t know if you’ll be here next Thanksgiving, or even tomorrow. In the end, life completes your tasks for you, even if you weren’t ready to have them finished. We all have a final X. You only have today, this moment. Maybe we should make sure all our X’s count.

Don’t you think so?