Wine & Cheese ~ 64th Serving

Romantic lunch setting with wine and food for twoWelcome to Wine & Cheese, my weekly, Wednesday whine session.

Every week on Wednesday I devote a blog to whining. Despite being a really happy, positive person, I do have things that annoy me at times.

I never let anything grate on my nerves for long but thought it would be fun to vent them periodically in my blogs.

I also feel that good things, the cheese in life, should be acknowledged as well.

I’m even going to throw in a bit of dessert, a piece of virtual chocolate, something that made me laugh or smile just a bit more than normal.

If you’d like to read the past editions of Wine & Cheese just click HERE for all of the past postings.

Sit back and join me now for the 64th serving of some wine and cheese!

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WINE

:(  Really???? Chili cook offs in Farmville2?  Not like I have nothing better to do, with feeding a bazillion animals, raising crops and harvesting them before they wither in the fields, making things, and recently the addition of buffalo that I did NOT ask for, now I have to make chili?  What was I thinking letting myself get sucked into this game?

:(  If that is not enough, this morning when I gathered eggs from the chicken coop, the game informed me that I need more chickens. SERIOUSLY?????

CHEESE

:)  Okay so those were not great ‘whines’ but honestly I am walking on sunshine today and just don’t have anything to whine about.

:)  As I alluded the other day, the Marvelous one has met someone very special.  Okay more than special.  I received an email on the dating site and answered it.  The rest is history.  Amazing, glorious, joy-filled, walking on the clouds history.  It had me singing, “I’m Walking On Sunshine” in the shower this morning.

:)  Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!

DESSERT

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Wine & Cheese ~ 63rd Serving

An assortment of breads, cheeses and two glasses on wineWelcome to Wine & Cheese, my weekly, Wednesday whine session.

Every week on Wednesday I devote a blog to whining. Despite being a really happy, positive person, I do have things that annoy me at times.

I never let anything grate on my nerves for long but thought it would be fun to vent them periodically in my blogs.

I also feel that good things, the cheese in life, should be acknowledged as well.

I’m even going to throw in a bit of dessert, a piece of virtual chocolate, something that made me laugh or smile just a bit more than normal.

If you’d like to read the past editions of Wine & Cheese just click HERE for all of the past postings.

Sit back and join me now for the 63rd serving of some wine and cheese!

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WINE

:(  I wish the weather would make up its mind and pick a side…Team Winter or Team Spring.  I think things are off by about 3 weeks here, and so when it would normally be WARM every day, we’re still getting a few chilly ones with frost warnings at night.  While I love the smell of a fire burning (in the fire place) I am over the cold.  My sinuses would probably throw a party.

:(  I love the smell of fresh cut grass, but my allergies are not at all impressed.  Yep I am a hot mess and keeping Kleenex in business.  Very sexy, I know, but then no one sneezes with quite the delicate charm as me.  Time to double up on the Zyrtek.

:(  I have nothing else to complain about.

CHEESE

:)  A lack of things to complain about is a good thing!

:)  The weather today is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G, warm and breezy, blue skies….heaven help me to come back to the office when I run out at lunch, as it is going to be a real temptation to keep on going!

:)  I’m out in front on the Diva Den Biggest Loser contest, down 7 pounds as of yesterday and yes, I am gloating.  *princess waves*

:)  I have stumbled upon the Court Jester, he is attractive and very amusing.  More to follow on that. *wink*

:)  Yummy lunch today!  Subway 6 inch chicken teriyaki with cucumbers, spinach, black olives and onions.  No cheese, no sauce.  Baby angels dancing in my mouth!!

DESSERT

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Monday Quiz About Me

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It is time for the Monday Quiz About Me sponsored by Acting Balanced.  You can join in and link up by clicking the icon above.  She provides the first 4 questions, we each add a 5th question for our readers to answer.  So,with further ado, here are the Questions:

1. What did you do for Mother’s Day?
2. What was the best advice your mother (or a mother figure) gave you?
3. Are you gardening this year?  What have you/will you plant?
4. What is the first song that comes to mind today?

And don’t forget to add a 5th Question on your own blog so we can answer as we hop around!

1.  What did you do for Mother’s Day?

I spent the day with my daughter.  She took me down to Metamora, Indiana to browse shops and have lunch.  I very much enjoy her company and we always laugh a lot when together.  While there I found a really sweet sounding wind chime for my mom for Mother’s Day.  I knew I’d find something down there for her.

2. What was the best advice your mother (or a mother figure) gave you?

Probably the best piece of advice was the same I heard from my grandpa (her dad), “If you don’t have something nice to say, it isn’t necessary to say anything at all.”  We call it the Thumper Rule now, as that is the advice the little rabbit from Bambi shared that his mother had taught him.  If I kept my mouth shut more often I’d be far better off.

3. Are you gardening this year?  What have you/will you plant?

Not a darn thing.  I have a black thumb. Really, when I walk into a garden center all the plants run the other way screaming, “no, not me not me”.  I can kill a silk plant, honestly.

4. What is the first song that comes to mind today?

Oh that is easy, Miranda Lambert’s, “Mama’s Broken Heart”.  It reminds me of how I was after my marriage ended.

**Bonus Question** Please take time to answer in the comment section!

5.  What one, small thing could you do today to make someone else’s day better today? (now that you mention it, go do it!)

Baby Steps

428502_409581465815733_728306446_nI’ve been super confused of late about relationships, dating, and what my heart can take/not take.  Last Saturday I spent the entire day with Teddy Bear, talking very openly about our lives, our experiences, and taking turns asking probing questions that sparked all manner of great conversations and memories.  Later, after a fun day of driving the countryside of Indiana, through an adorable small town, lunch and dinner at new places for me, and touring an art museum (where I discovered I’ve really grown up as I LOVED it), I was laying in bed contemplating some of the conversations.

All day long my inner child and my heart took turns peeking around the barriers while trying to stay hidden.  But maybe not all that hidden?  I was told that despite thinking I have my heart locked up tight where it cannot be broken, that it shines through in my eyes and smile.  I began wondering if maybe I am just over thinking things and need to just let it out to wander again.  After all, with love comes heart ache, they seem to go hand in hand.  I see it as a mom when I dearly love my kids but my heart suffers with theirs when they are hurting.  You cannot love without pain being involved at times.

So I started to think just maybe it is time to remove the barriers and let my heart out completely.  Stop hiding behind the heartaches that have healed long ago and explore the possibility of finding potential forever love again.  It means I have to take chances, risk getting hurt in order to find love.

I’ve reached the conclusion that one day, my heart can and will find someone that I can love completely, like I did the ex.  But I have to be open to exploring those potential loves.

It is with baby steps that I’m shedding the walls and unlocking the gate to my heart’s garden.  Time to see where my heart takes me.

 

Friday Confessional

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WOOHOO!!!!

It is F-R-I-D-A-Y baby!!!!

Confession, it is said, is good for the soul, so let’s get started!

I confess…

I am just about dancing on the ceiling!  Okay so I know it is likely water weight but when the numbers on the scale begin to DECREASE I get happy and very very motivated.  3 pounds down this morning and that is making all this water (I could seriously row to work) worth it.  And giving up my wine for flavored water, and measuring everything that is going into my mouth.  Next step is to add in walking.  I WILL beat my mom, sister, and sis-in-law in Biggest Loser score.

I confess…

Tonight it will be hard to be good.  Train ride, dinner, all with a dear friend and my kids and their SO’s.  But I WILL make an effort.  It is the start of ‘pre-partying’ or ‘tailgating’ for my 50th next Friday.  By good I do mean watching what I eat and drink.  I mean it, I have every intention of being very careful.  And grandma used to say the road to hell is paved with good intentions.  I’m screwed.

I confess…

That wine glass from yesterday’s post?  I should have stayed off of that website.  SO many amazing ones to chose from.

I confess…

When I was out with my friend last Saturday, the topic of Internet dating came up as that is how we originally met.  I got to strolling down memory lane, wondering what fodder was there for my novels in the making.  I have to say that it was fun, meeting so many men and enjoying conversation.  But there were a few horror stories in there as well.  It could make for a great book in and of itself if not a few chapters.  So, for shits and giggles, I checked to see if my profiles were still there, and they were inactive but accessible, so I activated them.  Holy Mother Of Freak Parades, into my mailbox came the full blown marching band.  Thankfully I’m able, due to past experiences, to weed through the clowns and ring masters to find the truly REAL and nice guys on these sites.  They are few and far between.  NO I am not looking to date, was just curious, and yes I know all about the cat and curiosity.

I confess…

I am about to go devour a wonderful salad with tuna and fresh avocado on it.  Avocado is a new thing for me, and while I’m still acquiring a taste for it, I’ll admit it ain’t bad!

Sipping Water From A Wine Glass & Playing With Pou

MyTiaraWineGlassI am fast realizing it is the presence of the wine glass that I enjoy at night, and not so much the contents.  I am sipping white grape flavored water from mine, and well it is still soothing.  And at zero calories, compared to wine at 80 per 4 ounces (as IF that were truly a glass of wine), this will suffice for the time being.

A few days ago my sister-in-law was over with her fancy water bottle.  75 ounces with a freezer thingie for sticking in it to keep it cold all day.  I had to have one, as that would be the day’s water consumption and I know I would not lose count.  Pink of course, and it is AWESOME!  Had it with me all day and by the end of dinner I had consumed every drop.  I am still under my minimum calories by 3, but I think I can live with that.

Pou?  Oh yes, that would be a cute little app for my phone and Kindle Fire.  It is supposedly and alien, but resembles a little pile of poop.  Like the Tamagotchi my kids had many moons ago, I have to feed, clean up it’s poop, play with it etc.  I know, what the heck was I thinking?  Then I come to find out my granddaughter has one on her tablet.  Immediate ‘hip granny’ points were scored.  It isn’t like there isn’t enough ridiculous crap that I do, FarmVille2, Candy Crush Saga (if you don’t already play that do NOT start, it is highly addicting and frustrating), umpteen social networking apps, a blog, a full time job AND a part time business. Yeah, I have spare time for this, right?  My family and friends are baffled that I’m playing with ‘poop’, but it isn’t, it is Pou.

Tomorrow’s post is the Friday Confessional, and oh do I have some confessions to make.  Brace yourself you are going to think I’ve lost my mind completely.  Okay, not funny, I have NOT lost it, at least not entirely, yet anyway.  It may wait until Saturday morning, as tomorrow begins the 1 week count down to my 50th birthday the following Friday and I have a short day at work before heading out with a friend and my kids and their significant others to kick it off with a 1 hour train ride to an Irish pub for dinner, then a 1 hour train trip back.  I have trains in my blood, gramps was a railroad engineer for a LONG time from back when it was coal ran steam engines.  Pass a train crossing and I might just get out and stand there to feel the rumble as all of the sheer power goes by.  Yet I have never been on a train.  Okay I rode the one at the zoo, but I mean a REAL train.  I cannot wait, this is going to be great fun.  Anytime with my kids is fun.

Good grief my head itches! TMI?  Sorry.  I am bleaching my roots and it is making my scalp itch.  I’m a real sight sitting here in a shredded t-shirt, jammie pants, my water in the wine glass and blue goop on my head.  And NO there will be no photo.

Speaking of wine glasses, that photo, if you click it, will take you to the site where you can purchase one.  Next time I have $24 I am dying to part with on something I do NOT need, that will be where it is spent!  I simply must have that one.

Wine & Cheese ~ 62nd Serving

Romantic lunch setting with wine and food for twoWelcome to Wine & Cheese, my weekly, Wednesday whine session.

Many weeks on Wednesday I devote a blog to whining.

Despite being a really happy, positive person, I do have things that annoy me at times.

I never let anything grate on my nerves for long but thought it would be fun to vent them periodically in my blogs.

I also feel that good things, the cheese in life, should be acknowledged as well. I’m even going to throw in a bit of dessert, a piece of virtual chocolate, something that made me laugh or smile just a bit more than normal.

If you’d like to read the past editions of Wine & Cheese just click HERE for all of the past postings. Sit back and join me now for the 62nd  serving of some wine and cheese!

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WINE

:(  I am most unhappy with myself at the moment.  I logged in to my Sparkpeople account and was very disappointed in myself.  I had set a goal to get the weight off by my 50th birthday…and I failed.  Mostly because I never bothered to TRY to get it off.  I grew very comfy with the ‘curvy’ me that so many men tell me they like.  But I know it is not healthy and with high blood pressure and heart disease floating in the family, not to mention cancer of a few forms, I need to stop ignoring that my being a few pounds over weight is NOT a good thing.  There is nothing sexy about  poor health.

:(  I forgot my running shoes today.  I don’t run, but I do love to walk and when I was shopping for good shoes the folks in the running store fixed me up with these saying it would be better for me support wise etc.  I meant to bring them so I could walk at lunch.  I have on my work tennis shoes but those aren’t supportive enough.

:(  I just looked up my nightly glass of wine to see how many calories it has, and I’m not happy.  A 4oz glass (seriously who has a 4 ounce glass of wine?? that is a sip!) has 80 calories.  I’ll not be indulging in that for a while.

CHEESE

:)  To make it easier to stay motivated to get the weight off, the 3 oldest of us in the Diva Den are in a friendly little competition of Biggest Loser.  Mom and Boo are doing it through work, I am going up against them at the home front.  I plan to win.

:)  I had such a yummy lunch today!  Subway is just down the street so I opted for a 6 inch sub, building my own online to make it fit my calorie plan before I went to buy it.  Gotta love technology

:)  I love the perks of my job.  Not only my own office, blue jeans is acceptable attire, but I also have a 26″ HD flat screen in my office.  I’m munching lunch, watching the Reds game, and can watch all day if I like while I work.

:)  It is such a beautiful day outside!  I’ve got the office front door propped open, can hear the trains nearby, birds singing, this is really sweet!

DESSERT

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Farting In The Shower

farting-kittenBefore anyone panics, this is NOT a post about flatulence, at least not the bodily function.  It is more just an out pouring of what is rolling around in my brain of late.  Which, by the way, can be every bit as frightening to open up for a peek inside as what one will encounter after someone has farted in the shower.  Some days, equally offensive, no doubt about it.

And heck, we all know with a title like “Farting In The Shower”, more than a few of you high tailed it on over here to read this post because you simply couldn’t resist….sickos!

Did you have one of those weekends that just took it’s time going by?  I love those!  Time did NOT fly when I was having a great time and I’m so thankful for that.  I spent all day Saturday (close to 13 hours) with my friend who shall be known as the Teddy Bear.  Make no mistake, within that adorable, teddy bear exterior there is a grizzly bear.  But unless absolutely necessary, he is a gentle giant.  We met some years ago on a dating site and a friendship began.  We’ve been trying to get together but schedules were being most uncooperative until this past weekend.  But that is another post, it was too nice a time to fall in under a blog post title containing the word “Fart”.

Could someone please tell me what the fascination is with the show, “Duck Dynasty”???  I admit that I only watched about 10 minutes of one episode before scrambling for the remote.  I would have rather watched grass grow than another minute of that insanity.  Maybe I should have stayed with it?  I cannot imagine what draws anyone to it, so please, enlighten me.

*SIGH* It is only 7:13pm, too early to be sipping wine so I’ll have to stick to a cup of coffee for now.

Honey-Boo-Boos-Mother-has-a-BoyfriendSometime in the past year or so, I saw this lovely photo moving around Facebook.  At first I found it rather amusing, especially coming out of a divorce and several heart breaks since the end of the 22 year marriage to Lord Voldemort.  I had slammed on the breaks in dating and relationship land, vowing to remain single for a full year to rediscover me.  I am growing used to the idea that no one keeps me and that would tend to lead any normal person to believe that perhaps they are somehow flawed or unlovable.  Or both.  Though really, Honey Boo Boo’s mama has a boyfriend…someone is keeping her!  Granted, she is likely quite well off with all this reality show life they live so the man would be a fool to toss her aside.  Then again, he has to look at her, and be with that woman as she belches and farts on a regular basis and does disgusting things like chews food and then hangs her mouth open to give a view of it all.  I may have my flaws, but holy mother of all things real, I’m not that bad!

As if that isn’t enough, today on the commute home, I’m listening to the radio and it is the entertainment news update.  The headlines: Honey Boo Boo’s mama and her boyfriend, Sugar Bear, who also happens to be Boo Boo’s baby daddy, GOT MARRIED!   In a wedding complete with a camo wedding gown.  Someone please tell me that he married her for the money, that she is his sugar mama.

923163_10200263105398770_1205204837_nI’m seriously a bit concerned here.  Just this weekend I was told I am: sexy, cute as a button, fun, intelligent.  And yet I remain single while Honey Boo Boo’s mother is M-A-R-R-I-E-D.  Has the world gone off it’s rails entirely????

I can deal with the whole turning 50 in less than 2 weeks, even embracing it to be honest.

I am comfy with the fact that I now view life through bifocal glasses, and that if I get contacts again, for distance, I will need to purchase readers or wear bifocal contacts.

I was even able to find the humor in receiving a temporary AARP card and application in the mail.

What I am struggling with is the idea that me, the woman who loved her husband with every cell of my being, with every part of my heart, that adored the man, still got excited at his touch and butterflies in my stomach when he came home, who is certainly far from ugly or disgusting, yet is adored by men then tossed aside once they have my heart (which by the way is never easily given),  is single and seemingly destined to be a crazy cat lady!  I did not sign up for this, could someone kindly show me where the customer service desk is, I’d like a refund!

935647_512630128785121_734655800_nOR maybe, just maybe, the problem is not me?

Maybe I am really the amazing woman I was told that I am by all those men who have since walked away, and it is simply that they cannot handle (read: control) me because I am anything but easy?  And therefore, in reality, they were not at all worth it?

Hmmm….I think NOW it is time for that glass of wine.

Friday Confessional

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*Yawwwwwn and streeetch.  Friday…oh yes, FRIDAY – confessional day.  Guess I best get myself together and get things out in the open*

I confess… 

This has been a long week, and I wasn’t even certain when I woke up that it was, in fact, Friday.  Work has been super busy, though I am not complaining.  I like feeling like I am earning my paycheck.  It also makes time go by faster when I am here so I can go home to relax feeling accomplished.

I confess… 

I could probably stand to go to bed a bit earlier at night, but darn it there were so many good, new episodes, of my favorite shows this week that I am just exhausted from lack of adequate rest.  I hope to fix that over the weekend at some point.

I confess…

I am frustrated!!!  I need to sign up 14 new reps over the next 5 weeks in order to continue to get lead shares from Avon.  I keep talking to people but just not having much luck.  If you know of someone looking to make extra money, send them to me!  Seriously, only $10 and that is their kit, website, all the training…well everything they need.  They can even sign up online and doesn’t matter where they live they would still be under me and count.  20-50% commissions and NO parties to do.  In fact just send them to START AVON and tell them to use the code:  martigardner  to get signed up online.  You cannot beat a $10 investment.

I confess… 

I am writing this blog post while stuffing lunch in my face at the office.  I meant to write it last night and schedule it to publish, but then ‘Scandal’ came on and well that had my attention.   I’m munching a Summer Salad from Frisch’s, it is awesome!!!

I confess… 

I am relishing the quiet this afternoon in the office.  Everyone is out and about and it is me, here alone, in peaceful silence.  No doubt that spell will be broken soon, but for now it is amazing.

I confess… 

As if on cue, the boss sent a text…well several.  Lunch is over, time to get back to work, so much to do!

Wine & Brain Sex

iStock_000006082518XSmallI have no clue what brain sex really is, if there is a true definition.  To me, it is just mental stimulation, some fact, some fiction, some comedy, all pleasurable.  As for the wine, I’m sipping that as I write.

So what, you might ask, is stimulating the Marvelous one’s mind tonight?  Well those who follow my blog, and anyone in my life who ever took the time to find out my dreams, knows I’ve always wanted to write novels.  Writing is therapy for me, and my writing courses in both high school and college (as recently as 10 years ago or so) are where I excelled.  Many in my blog audience have commented openly and privately that I should write a book or a few, being fans of my style.  Even the ex-hubby often admitted that I was talented at expressing myself in written words.  At one point he even mentioned a fellow fire fighter had written a book, and suggested I speak to him, though that never came about.

For years I’ve talked about it, but lack of confidence seems to be what held me back.  In the past 3 years I’ve talked a lot more off the blog to folks about writing, and even have a pen name picked out.

I’ve moved past the lack of confidence, and in fact have several different novels in the early, outlining works, and one possible memoir.  I thought it might be fun to write a prequel to that book I mentioned a few weeks back, Construction Barbie.  Thought I might title it:  My Life With Ryan: Zelda’s Story.  Since it would be a memoir, I could just let it all fly and not worry about weak attempts to fictionalize people and places.  The tell-all work would be a true enlightenment for not only Barbie, but many others who believe old Ryan to be someone he is not.  Guess after 22+ years of finding fault in his colorful, now ex-wife, old “Ryan” forgot Zelda knows a LOT of his skeletons that, despite his claims are not on the couch in full view but still locked up in the closet.  The literary attempt of build-it Babs severed any loyalty I felt toward old thinks-far-more-highly-of-himself-than-he-should Ryan to keep his secrets.  Trust me when I say it will make for page turning good reading, truth is far stranger and more entertaining than fiction.  It might, however, be best to change names and places to protect the innocent, such as my children and grandchildren, and just call it a work of fiction and leave it under my pen name.

My life is just one large, vibrant, colorful story that woven into fiction would make for great reading.  So, that is what I am working on tonight, the very beginning stages of novels.  Outlining and creating characters, developing them and doing pre-work.  A few devoted readers of my blog may be asked to proof read and help me edit chapters as things are written, as I know they will be objective (Joe and Cinnamon for example).

Elaine’s Toffee Company – A Worthy Indulgence

ToffeeAndWineOne day recently I was watching something on TV and saw  commercial for Legal Zoom.  The ex-hubster and I used them for our divorce and saved ourselves a mint, however that is not why it caught my attention.   The commercial was about a toffee company and scrumptious looking goodies had me drooling, the toffee looked amazing.  Because the commercial was for Legal Zoom and not the toffee company, I wasn’t sure the company was even real.  But you know me, the hound dog on the Internet, I googled “Elaine’s Toffee Company” and there it was, with pictures of that very toffee.

The story from the commercial was very sweet, a lady talking about her mother’s amazing toffee that everyone loved and how she and her sisters came to form the company, named for their mother.  The photos on the website just added to my curiosity, and had my mouth watering.  I decided I would give it a shot.

Now mind you, I am not one of those who parts with her money easily, so the prices kind of made the decision a tad more cautious to make, but I finally opted for the Dark Chocolate Almond Toffee.  A 1 pound box is $21.50, which I purchased, along with the a bag of the Dark Chocolate Almond Toffee Nuggets for $6.95.  With shipping my little indulgence was $39.40, steep to say the least but I was counting on this being truly outstanding.

I can describe this toffee in one word:

DECADENCE

OMG this is baby angels dancing on the tongue delicious.

I shared some with my mom and sister the other night as we were watching the last few episodes of season 3 of Downton Abbey, which only made it all the more wonderful as we felt rather wealthy to be savoring such expensive treats.  I nibbled mine with a glass of wine, I felt positively royal.

It is wonderful, buttery, crunchy English toffee, wrapped in chocolate and nuts.  Worth every penny, believe me on that.

I will be buying more, and I will be purchasing it for gifts for special folks.

Check the website to see if it is sold near you, and save yourself the shipping if you can.  You won’t regret it regardless of how you purchase it, just DO spoil yourself and buy some, then hide it from the kids.  This is way too good for anyone but yourself!

Friday Confessional

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*Rolling out of bed, sporting that award-winning bed head hair I’m famous for, I get in the car and head to my stylist for a quick change up before a shower, coffee and then skipping on over to the confessional*

I confess… 

That is pretty much how my morning started.  I slapped on a sweat shirt and jeans, then a ball cap and headed up to get my hair cut off.  It is that time of year when less is a good thing when it comes to my hair.  I needed a bit of a change.  So I had Phyllis chop it off.  I sprayed some pink in it for today too.

I confess… 

I am exhausted.  This week me, my mom and my sister have been staying up WAY too late.  I got them hooked on Downton Abbey because I knew if they watched an episode they would get sucked in like me.  We started at the beginning and now have 4 episodes left in season 3. We’ll be ready for season 4 when it starts though I think that is a ways off yet.

I confess… 

I just had my day made!  One of our customers who had a house fire called because she was walking through her nearly completed home and it brought her to tears.  She said she never imagined it would ever look so beautiful, having only the image of the burned ruins in her brain. She said she never thought it would look good again and that we exceeded her expectations and she also remarked how awesome our construction crews were to her and how kind everyone has been.  She had me in tears! It is a very stressful job at times, but when I get to hear from someone who had their life turned on end by a fire, who is so thankful and appreciative, well it really makes my job worth every difficult moment.

I confess…

I never thought I would say this but my nails are TOO long.  I’ve gone past what my youngest brother referred to as “street walker length”, and they must get trimmed back.  Thankfully it is getting done this afternoon.  These gel nails are great, never lift and very durable even at this ridiculous length.  Maybe today I will do something fancy like sparkles or pink tips?

Okay your turn, what do YOU need to confess?  Click the little girl above and come share!

My shorter hair

My shorter hair

Friday Confessional

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*beebopping along to the loud music playing in the background, I dance my way over to the virtual confessional to let it all out*

I confess… 

I have had about a half a cup of coffee today, which should mean I might have slightly homicidal tendencies on any other day, or at least be driven by random episodes of road rage on the highway.  But it is Friday, I have a mega large, fountain Diet Coke I’m sucking down so I have caffeine, and everyone played extra nice on I-75N this morning.  I’m not sure if I should be disappointed or super thankful about that.

I confess…

The Diet Coke is from McDonald’s.  I was running behind and my brain was just not yet in the game from the lack of coffee, so I treated myself to a completely unhealthy breakfast sandwich, bagel/steak/egg/cheese and hash browns.  I seriously do not feel a bit guilty about it either.

I confess… 

my officeI really love my office!!!  I actually look forward to coming to work to be in my space and knocking out what needs doing.  It still needs some decorating but I seriously have no complaints.  Doesn’t hurt that I totally love this job, makes it all awesome!

I confess… 

I LOVE that we have trees right in front of the building and the one by the front door coming into the office/showroom is a magnolia tree, which had beautiful blossoms on it.  However, every time someone comes through the door from outside, or we leave it propped open for the spring breezes, the showroom is covered in petals.  I’m over the beauty of it all now, tired of vacuuming the carpet in the show room to stay ahead of the flower debris invasion. I do want to put a humming bird feeder outside of my window, and maybe a bird feeder for the other feathered friends of the area.

I confess… 

I am SO glad it is Friday! I am so exhausted lately.  I have fallen asleep sitting up reading the past two nights and I’m looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow!  I’ve busted my tail and deserve it with working 2 jobs.

I confess… 

I was contemplating buying a new car, well leasing one.  But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.  Instead I spent the money to have the rack and pinion fixed so that I can keep  driving my car for a while longer.  I gave up waiting on the ex-hubster to keep his word to fix the shocks/struts (he kept saying he would for years prior to the divorce and when we were splitting up he gave me his word he would still fix them), hell is likely to freeze over first.  So once I pay off the steering fix, I will get those shocks done, and then I think I want to have my car wrapped for my Avon business.  I LOVE what our company vehicles look like, the designers at the place that did the wraps are great so it would be worth the money to have it done.

So, have anything you need to confess this week? Click the cute little girl up top of this post and link up, let it out, you’ll feel better!

Friday Confessional

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It is time once again to put it all out there, get it off the chest, confession time!

I confess… 

I slept through my alarm for 20 minutes this morning before it finally woke me up.  I never do that.  Must be the gentle, sweet musical piece that serves as the ‘alarm’ is just no match for my exhaustion.  Oh well.  Still was on time to work without rushing.

I confess… 

Today I was actually excited about coming to work.  Yes, of course, with this being Friday it does in fact make me instantly in a good mood.  But this was more about the company finally being in the newly remodeled offices.  We moved in Wednesday and I love it.  There are still things that need to be finished, like trim around doors, base boards, and the kitchen isn’t installed, but we’re here and that means my OCD tendencies when it comes to my work space are satisfied.  My office is in order, things put away and I can find things again.  Doesn’t hurt that the pale pink walls are soothing.   I love my office.

I confess… 

I cannot wait til it is time to get the kittens for the office.  We’re getting 2, and they will be the office mascots.  We have to wait til things are done though so they aren’t getting out into the warehouse.

I confess… 

I love the idea of a kitchen in the office.  We’re eating out around here way too much.  I hate it.  Well, I LIKE it as in love yummy junkie food, but I love healthy stuff and prefer to stock us up with good stuff so I can eat in while working.  Plus then I can get back to writing blog posts on my lunch hour.

What If $10 Could Change Your Life?

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I was doing some reading last night, my all time favorite hobby, and for the second time in the past week I ran across a disturbing fact:  Most bankruptcies could be avoided if the person(s) filing had just $50 more a week.  Just $2,600 more a year could have meant keeping what they had and not having to start over. I was one of those people hanging by a thread above the pit of financial destruction, and while it is hard to believe, just $50 more a week in my hands would have given me a bit more ‘rope’ to hold on too.

There are those who could seriously enjoy life a bit more with $50 more a week to spend so they didn’t feel like they had to scrape by each pay day.  $50 more a week could be the difference between “yes” and “no” when their children want to play sports, join a cheer leading squad, take dance or music lessons.

Many work-at-home opportunities are scams, where you have to send them $100 or more to receive a list of possible work clients seeking people to do work from home.  Sadly, if they had $100 they could part with for a “maybe” job they probably wouldn’t be looking in the first place.

Other ways to work from home are party plan/direct sales businesses.  And yes you really can make money doing these but now that I am in direct sales with 2 companies I do realize some of the realities.  Party plan businesses are great fun, you get folks to host parties, they invite their friends, you show up and sell pots and pans, or candles, or jewelry and make money off those sales.  One of the ‘hooks’ is that you can make $300-500 in just 2 hours, you cannot make that working in an office where your hourly wage might be $12-20 per hour.  Well true, but not many party plan folks are doing 40 hours a week in just parties.  And the other issue being that the majority of goods sold at these parties are not consumable.  Jewelry is nice but you can only wear so much at a time.  Purses and bags rock my world too, but I only use one at a time and rarely need more anytime soon.  Don’t get me wrong, some party plan businesses, like the one I am with (SwissJust) do sell things you will want more of fairly often, trouble is I’m already a very busy woman so the idea of having to find several hours a week to go do a party to make money is not so appealing.  It isn’t just 2 hours, it is drive time, set up time, take down time so that 2 hours is more like 4 or 5 per party for a party plan business owner.  I love going to parties others are throwing, but again time is of the essence and I just don’t have much of that.

Now, we are also all looking for a way to save money on our daily needs, in addition to making that $50 a week.

So, you’ve read this far keep going…

What if I told  you that for just $10 you could:

  1. Join a “club” where you could purchase most of your daily needs (other than food & utilities) for 20-50% off EVEN sale items?
  2. You could make $50 more a week (or a lot more but let’s stick with the $50).
  3. You would not have to go out and spend any more time away from home than you already do?  In fact LESS time away because it would cut down on trips to the store.

Would that be something that you find of interest?

You CAN invest only $10 and have all of that and more.

Yes…it is AVON.

For $10 you receive your Avon kit, your website, oodles of online training, and if you are signed up under the right person you have someone who wants to make you a success.

Trust me when I tell you that Avon….well it isn’t your grandmother’s or even your mother’s Avon anymore.

While you certainly can go ringing door bells if you so desire, most of us don’t.  There are no territories, sell to anyone, anywhere you like.

Take me for example.  I work a full time job now, and have grandchildren and children to spend time with.  Books I want to read and shows I like to watch.  The idea of having to get dressed up and go work a party just doesn’t appeal to me.  But I do love extra money.  Avon gives me that without adding to my busy day.  I don’t leave my house without brochures and I will talk to and hand one to anyone I come in contact with during the day.

I recently thought about the things I use every single day:

Shampoo & conditioner
Facial cleanser
Shower soap
Hand soap
Moisturizer
Makeup
Hair gel and hair spray
Clothes
Shoes
Jewelry
Perfume

All of those items I purchase from Avon at 20-50% savings every time, even on items that are on sale.

Yes I make $50 a week…in fact much more.  We have Avon reps making 6 figure incomes (one little old gal in my division is 80+ years old and sells over $200,000 a year making %50 commissions…you do the math!)

There is no catch…we don’t buy anything we either don’t need ourselves, or our customers don’t order, unless we want it.   Just that $10 investment and there is no expensive kit to purchase.  Yes, I do purchase brochures, in fact I used to spend $20 and buy 100 of them each campaign.  I’m only spending $11 and getting 30 now.  Sometimes I buy samples (10 for $1) but mostly I just use the brochures and talk to folks when I’m out and they either call with an order or go to my free, Avon website that came with my $10 investment, and they buy and order direct to their own door.

So, how much do you need to sell to earn $50 a week?  If you placed an order of $300 every campaign (every 2 weeks), you would earn 35% ($105).  There is  your $50 a week.  How hard is it to sell $150 a week in Avon?  Not hard at all, if you are handing folks your brochure and following up to see what they need, you will consistently have orders of at least $300.  I submit the orders online every other week, it is delivered to my door, and I bag it up while I watch TV then deliver when I am out and about or some customers pick it up from me.

I am looking for more representatives for my team.  Doesn’t matter if you live all the way out in California, you can be on my team.  And still for only $10.  All you have to do is go to http://www.startavon.com and sign up, using a credit card, for just $10 (NO shipping etc).  Use the code:  MARTIGARDNER  and you will become one of my team members. I will coach you, Skype with you, do whatever you need me to do in order to help you make that $50 a week.

Even if you are your only customer, you still will be able to purchase your Avon at a discount of at least 20% (as long as it is a $50 order).  That alone beats anything your local wholesale club can offer.

How could $10 change YOUR life right now?  That is all you would be out just for trying, but it sure could  turn into the best $10 you ever spent.

 

Friday Confessional

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With bed head worthy of a gold medal, I slip down the aisle way, still in my jammies, yesterday’s makeup smeared on my face, and morning breath that could knock over a pot belly pig.  Into the confessional we go….

I confess… 

I did NOT wash my face last night.  This irritates me to no end as I’ve been very disciplined to do this for over a week. I notice the difference the consistent use of a good skin care regimen makes and I’m peeved at myself for not doing it last night.

I confess… 

I am working from home again today.  I did not sleep well last night, in fact barely slept at all.  I rose looking like I was auditioning to be a zombie on The Walking Dead.  On top of that we’re still waiting on our offices to be remodeled (almost finished) and I’ve reached my limits on being able to function in a conference room doubling as an office for 3 of us at another company’s location.  I am way too OCD when it comes to my desk and files and mentally cannot handle the mess and disorganization we’re forced to tolerate while our offices are finished up.  Oh,and there are NO windows in this room we are using, which drives me bonkers.  I cannot wait to be moved into the new location, where I have my own office, and it is PINK because I wanted a pink office with black furniture and black & white accents.  My wonderful boss humored me.

I confess… 

I have way over indulged on Easter candy this week.  Even my riding jeans are a bit too snug for my liking.  Those are the ones I wear on the back of a Harley because they are roomy.

I confess… 

I “Feel” the winds of change breezing through my life.  Cannot yet say what it is, but I just feel ‘change’ coming.

I confess… 

I always loved seeing The Red Hat Society ladies out and about.  They seem to have SO much fun.  As I am approaching 50 next month I decided to look into it, thinking you had to be 50 to join. Well you don’t!  You just wear a pink hat and lavender clothes until the magic birthday, then your regalia is purple with a red hat.  There was no chapter specifically in my township so…I not only joined, I founded a chapter.  :)  I am now officially a Queen!  WOOHOOO me!  More to come.

I confess… 

I cannot stand to be around myself right now so it is off to the showers with this royal one, ya’ll have a very wonderful FRIDAY!

RUNS FOR THE SHOWER….

Pondering With A Purpose – Sign

The prompt for today’s pondering is the word:  SIGN

What comes to mind when I see that word?  WOW lots of things as the word has so many meanings yet they all seem to have the common denominator.  A ‘sign’ is an indicator of something, some piece of information that the viewer or reader needs to know.

If you sign a document, your signature binds you, legally or by intent, to the criteria outlined in the verbiage written above that signature line.  Those loops, crossed ‘Ts’ and dotted ‘Is’ require some level of responsibility.

16175812A sign can be an indication of danger, like a railroad crossing, or high voltage wires.  Or it could be to serve as a warning of slippery surfaces like a wet floor or a bridge that freezes on the surface when it is cold outside.  In some cases they use humor to remind us of things like what a stop sign really means.

Gray hair, sore joints, snap-crackle-pop when we get out of bed, memory loss…all are symptoms or ‘signs’ of old age.

Numbers climbing higher and higher, or clothes fitting too tight would be implications/signs that perhaps a diet and some exercise would be in order.

Signs not only provide information but they can elicit an emotional response.  Spot those golden arches of the McDonald’s sign and every Happy Meal loving child gets excited.  Or the Bob Evans sign, which this morning was like seeing a beautiful, red and white beacon on the horizon for a breakfast food oasis, beckoning my very hungry, growling stomach to come and indulge!  I got all warm and fuzzy inside and it flowed over as I used that very description in my directions to the restaurant when my boss called (I am working from home today) to see if I wanted to have breakfast, on him.  The look on his face was priceless!  :)

What do you think of when you see the word, sign?

Monday Memos

Monday MemosDear Self, 

Nothing beats a really good book that grabs you and keeps your interest, something you just do not want to put down.  Even better is when that book has a “part 2″ and it is very inexpensive so you download it right away and start reading.  After all, having a Kindle means no driving to the book store, which happened to be closed upon reaching the end of book #1, so even better.

However, while the books were indeed very good and recommended reads, perhaps 2:30am was just a little late (or maybe early depending if you mean late at night or early in the morning) to stay awake and finish a book.  You are not 18 anymore, you NEED a good night of sleep just to resemble ‘normal’ on your best day.  So, what do you think, maybe leave the Kindle in your purse tonight and go to bed early?

Love,
Me

Dear Amazing Individual Responsible For Coffee,

I don’t know you.  I have no idea whatever possessed you to grind up coffee beans and mix them with hot water to create this glorious potion in my cup, but I cannot thank you enough.  There simply are no adequate words.  No doubt you were given gold wings when you arrived at the pearly gates as a reward.

In awe,
Caffeine Addict

P.S. – every living creature on  2 or 4 legs that crosses my path each morning sends their unabashed gratitude as well.

Dear Scale,

Okay, I get it, time to duct tape my mouth shut.  The screaming in agony was really uncalled for, even if my ass is the size of a Volkswagen Beetle. RUDE!

Regards,
Pleasantly Plump

Dear I-75N Morning Commuters,

When traffic that normally cruises down the highway, far exceeding the posted speed limit, is suddenly at a stand-still, then inching along, I expect carnage!  Twisted steel, shattered glass, maybe even body parts and blood on the pavement, a life-less hand sticking out from under a sheet.  Sun is NOT an excuse to suddenly screetch to a halt and then drive along trying to see through your fingers and dirty windshield.  BUY A PAIR OF GOOD SUNGLASSES!!  Nearly every stop-n-rob and gas station has a rack of eye protection that varies in price so there is something for every budget.  You all drive this same route every day, this is not a new event, it should not come as a shocker!

You should also consider GETTING OFF THE CELL PHONE so you have a free hand to shield your eyes, and put down the coffee for the same reason.

Sincerely,
Thinks Road Rage Might Be Justifiable – Thank whoever discovered coffee that I’ve not aimed my grandpa’s proverbial “gun that shot sh*t” at your car and opened fire.

A Soothing Balm For My Soul

I was laying in bed this morning checking my phone and pondering life with a pre-coffee brain.  Yes, this can be very dangerous, but today it went well.

I don’t recall the dream I was having in any detail just before my cat landed on the bed, scaring the snot out of me and waking me up, but the song that was playing in the dream was still in my head.  Helen Reddy’s, You And Me Against The World.  While it was released 10 years before he was born, for some reason when my son was little it was pretty popular on one of the radio stations I was frequently tuned too.  The song immediately takes me back to my apartment, sitting in my “Morticia” chair (those wicker ones like Morticia sits in at the beginning of “The Adams Family” tv show) with my son curled up in my lap.  He was all of 18 months old, with big blue eyes and shaggy blond hair that needed a trim, but I didn’t have the heart to clip off his baby curls just yet.  The song was on and I was singing it to him, and if I close my eyes I can still feel him snuggled up to me, completely unaware of the troubles that surrounded us at the time.

Music fascinates me with its power to transport us to another time and place, pulling memories of events long ago recorded in the brain and forgotten.  Different smells and tastes will pull open various file drawers in our mind too, and with those recollections the full emotion that was felt at the time is easily recalled as well.

Roast beef and chunks of potato – I’m at Grandma B’s with aunts, uncles and cousins…everywhere!  Smarties candy and mint iced tea in a colored, aluminum cup will take me there too.

Supertramp’s song, Take The Long Way Home comes on and I am 16yo, in the maternity home, out to there pregnant.  My black and white radio sitting on my desk, which faces out of the window of my room, and I’m working on my algebra home work totally NOT understanding it.

And Can It Be is a great hymn, and every time I hear it or sing it in church I’m back on the second pew at Bible Chapel, my ex is standing by the piano, singing it solo for the special music portion of the service, and his voice is cracking as he fights tears, the words impacting him.

The smell of cinnamon brings thoughts of Christmas that are just too numerous to list.

Orange slice gum drops and I’m back on Annie Erdman’s back steps getting our daily candy treat from her, “quota” as she called it, along with my siblings and some of the neighbor kids.  Those orange, candy peanuts land me there too on the gray painted surface of her back porch.

Dustin Lynch comes on the radio, singing Cowboys and Angels and I’m at Sunset Grill, under the stars, sipping a beer and enjoying a burger with Ralph.  Suddenly he is on his feet and pulls me to mine, and we make our own dance floor right there by our table, dancing to ‘our song’.

Today music is a soothing balm for my troubled soul.  I have a wonderful CD from my friend, Jane, that she gave me when I first came back to church a few years ago, The Shadow Of Your Wings by Fernando Ortega.  Her son sang one of the songs on a Sunday morning to open the worship service. This collection of music is a lot of Hymns in arrangements that are very different than the originals, as well as many scripture passages put to song.  I can meditate on God’s Word through most of these songs, very powerful the impact on my heart right now.

One song in particular stands out as I’m writing, the words are from Psalm 19:14 and Philippians 4:8

Psalm 19:14

New King James Version (NKJV)

14 Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
Be acceptable in Your sight,
O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer.

Philippians 4:8

New King James Version (NKJV)

14 Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things arepure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.