I know, my wonderful readers, I’ve neglected my page. I’ve been busy busy busy, but I will update you all soon!!
Meanwhile, I’ve been working one of my many direct sales businesses, Jewelry In Candles, and LOVING it. I signed up FREE. NO minimums on sales, so it’s even better. 30% commissions were something I wasn’t passing up. And I started building a team.
Well now, free signup for reps is ending. They did a 90 day recruit drive and now, on 11/15 it is OVER. SO, if you are interested in making a little money for the holidays (direct deposit of your checks on the 15th and 30th of the month) do NOT hesitate. Go to my store to sign up ( click on “become a rep” by my photo). I would LOVE to have YOU on my team! If nothing else, you save 30% on your own purchases, and these candles make dynamite gifts. Each jewelry piece is worth $10 – several thousand dollars. And you/your customers can pick your ring size, or pick a necklace or earrings as your jewelry surprise!
My commute to work is never boring. 28 miles from the palace to the office, not to mention the trip home again, is always entertaining if nothing else.
As a general rule, there is heavy traffic on the drive. Not usually for any reason, just random slow downs and stops on the highway for absolutely nothing. Approaching what we all call “the cut in the hill” here in northern Kentucky, it is especially awesome. This stretch of I71/75 used to be, or so I’m told, one of the deadliest stretches of highway. This might be an old wives tale, but I will admit it used to be much worse of a steep grade than it is now. It has been modified and while it is still a very steep grade, it no longer shows up on the list of deadliest stretches of highway. Sure, if you are not paying attention and have to brake suddenly, the steep grade downward is going to make it very difficult to stop. I know this from personal experience, and while I did not hit anyone, it did wake me up to just how careful I need to be on that hill.
Now, it is my theory that as folks approach this section of the road they freak out, get all white knuckled and think OMG WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!! and begin to slow down. WAY down. This starts a chain reaction of folks slowing, or in the case of those mind wandering types, standing on the brakes and before long traffic is backed up for several miles. Really, 2 or 3 miles! Which may not seem like a lot, unless you are burning up the pavement at the breakneck speed of 5mph and stopping periodically for up to 30 seconds. I do not text and drive but I could probably write an entire blog post in that 3 miles before the Ohio river if I did!
Within this daily commute are various folks who wish to merge into the lane I am occupying. This is acceptable. On an optimal commute, they turn on their turn signal, indicating a desire to move into traffic in front of me, and I let off the gas to slow enough to make room for them and their car zips on in there and life is all warm and fuzzy on the road. Rarely is this the way the scene plays out. Not only does Joe Brain Dead Citizen fail to use his turn signal (seems some folks must believe these are options and not standard issue on vehicles today) sometimes the imbecile wanting to slide in grossly under estimates the size of his car and the distance between my bumper and the one in front of me. Perhaps with some lube and a shoe horn, and the ability to accordion his machine to half it’s original size, he could indeed safely change lanes leaving half an inch to spare between us all. Often I have to brake for these douche canoes. This sends my purse sailing to the floor and the contents spill out and this makes the mood of the princess less than marvelous.
Then there is the other extreme. Joe Average Citizen flips on his little blinker then drives along as I provide more, and more, and yet even more room. I flash the brights to indicate that yes he is welcome to join the drivers in my lane. And. He. Does. Nothing. Look, ass clown, society reserves engraved invitations for formal occasions like weddings. This is a traffic merge, it’s not a black tie affair, just get in the damn lane or turn off the signal!!! Oh and careful there bud, you almost rear ended that semi while trying to make up your mind.
I won’t even GO there when it comes to people texting and driving. I could write a weeks worth of posts on that topic and the zombies who attempt this thinking they are awesome drivers.
Now, I don’t get to looking like the chick in the photo, because it is just NOT worth it. I tend to say something to the effect of “what are you doing? really, dude, wtf are you doing?” then I’m over it.
Lately I have taken to singing and seat dancing like the guy in the “highway sing along – buttercup edition” video. It’s just a blast and entertains the other drivers. (see video below for my inspiration)
***disclaimer – rough language beyond this point***
I do want to post this to the wall of driver shame. On Springfield Pike this morning, at around 7:25am, this idiot blew through 2 school zones. I mean active, lights flashing, kids all around school zones, doing at least 40mph. I know this because he flew past me when I was doing 35mph, BEFORE the school zones, and never even slowed down as he plowed through those child filled areas with complete disregard for the kids. SHAME ON YOU COMMUNITY LAWN CARE truck driver, you, sir, are a flaming, wrap around asshole! Too bad at zone #3 the light changed or the radar cop sitting off to the side could have nailed your worthless piece of crap ass!
At the light I took a picture of your truck to post today. I was thankful for the red light so I could do this.
I’ll cut my lawn with a scissors before I’d hire this bunch.
Really, this week has been one hell of a doozie and I’m SO thankful it is only hours from being done and the weekend upon us.
WHY? you might ask?
Let’s hit the confessional and I’ll share some of the why.
Monday should have been the warning. I have the yorkie on a retractable leash when I take her anywhere outside of the house or office. If I don’t she will bolt after squirrels, birds or whatever else she sees as a threat to my safety. When I head out the door each morning I have my laptop and purse over my shoulder, my thermal lunch bag, a 64 ounce water bottle and the leash in my right hand, my keys and coffee in my left. A regular pack mule. It is also dark when I leave. I flipped off the hall light inside the door and the front porch light, with my elbow and went out of the door, having already locked the handle. The dead-bolt automatically locks after about 30 seconds. I used the pinky of my left hand to pull it shut behind me and started walking off the porch but felt resistance on the leash. I sighed, pulled at it and said “come on Penny let’s GO”. Nothing. I heard her bark and it sounded like she was a mile away. Turning in the dark looking around I realized that the damn dog is on the other side of the door and the leash is closed IN the door. I sat my coffee down, right through a spider web (ARGH) so I could fumble with the keys. Finding the right key by feeling them I am struggling to get it in the door handle and just as I unlock it and start to push, the dead bolt rolls into place. AHHHHHHHH!!! SO, I had to locate the center button to push it so the numbers will light up, I enter the combo, dead bolt slides back and I open the door. As the dog comes out I go to shut the door and drop my keys inside. I bend over to pick those up and the laptop swings around and smacks the door opening it further. At this point I’m surprised one of the cats didn’t decide to make a run for it out of the door.
ALL of that should have served as an omen of what the rest of the week held. Somehow I missed the message between the lines of my “good morning sunshine” start to Monday.
While we knew it was never a matter of “if” but more of a “when”, I was not prepared for the text on my phone on Tuesday morning telling me that in the night my dad had fallen and broken a hip. He has to get around with a walker, can no longer feel his legs from irreversible neuropathy, and he falls frequently, even spraining a knee and ankle just a few weeks ago. But that was not a happy text. They did a partial hip replacement Wednesday and he is headed to a nursing home for rehab today. He’ll be there a while, and in all honestly should stay there. His quality of life will improve vastly when he has someone else to cook, take care of him, and lots of new friends to make.
Stuff I cannot share rose it’s ugly head at 12:30am this morning with more texts about another family member and I’m ready to bang my head on my desk. I’d like a do-over for the sleep I’ve missed this week, please.
Traffic many days has been a real treat. I hate traffic on 75N in the morning. OH I wish I could snap my fingers and be where I need to be.
I’m puzzled. When someone posts “I’m sorry my friends have to read this…..” or “I wish I didn’t have to post this…..” and then lash out or share about someone who they have perceived has wronged them, isn’t this drama? Are they REALLY sorry anyone has to read this? HELL NO! They wouldn’t post it if it wasn’t a big ploy for attention. This person is nothing but a bona-fide attention whore!!! Then days later to post an apology of sorts like they regret the post? I’m so calling BULLSHIT. It’s easy to post an apology or to allude to an admission of being wrong once you’ve soaked up all that attention like a sponge. Attention Whore and drama queen extraordinaire. If they weren’t such types they’d not post such things to begin with! At 50+ years old you’d think they’d grow up and get over the elementary school games. What is sad is all the little folks fawning all over said types like they are SO wronged and poor poor pitiful soul. PUKE!
I am frustrated and in such need of serious snuggle time with my honey. This week sure didn’t look like it was going to be loaded for bear when it started but under the shadows of the full, harvest moon, it has been unbelievable. We have hardly seen each other this week except to sleep.
This means it is time to sashay on over to the confessional and spill it all!
Come on, you KNOW you want to share, we all do, so click the icon above and join us!
I think my poor little Yorkie, Penny, thinks she is being prepped to be served as a delicacy in some 3rd world country where puppy is the meat of choice. She seems to have mange. I’ve looked into home remedies as I’m too busy and cheap to take her to the vet. One of the things I found suggests cooking oil on the skin where it is itching. So, I am using a q-tip to apply it to the various patches where she is scratching so hard she has broken open the skin. Oddly enough, it works. But I am pretty certain she fears she is headed for a BBQ pit.
I lost a pound but I’ll be darned if I know how or where! I added dessert into the routine the past 2 days and a bunch of fruit. Not sure if that did it or not. It certainly isn’t the lack of water I’m sucking down. I need to get back to 64 ounces a day and watching what I am eating.
I am LOVING having a washer & dryer at home. My wonderful Knight hooked us up with them last weekend. While I made many trips throughout the evening from the basement to the second floor putting things way as each load finished, I loved being able to wash everything at home. And I might have just figured out where that pound went. Hmm…
My middle name of late could be “Multi-tasking”. Typically I have 3 things going on at once at work. But at home during the evening last night I was cooking dinner, doing laundry, listening to a webinar and getting Avon brochures ready. I was rocking it! It was that way in the morning too, just not quite as many tasks. I had laundry going while getting ready for work. Yep, lots of steps, forget the mystery missing tonnage, call off the search party, I found it.
I really need to take time to keep my blog updated. I’ve been so busy scheduling my Facebook fan page posts in advance that I haven’t gotten to my blog as much. I could use about 24 more ME hours in a day.
And ya’ll know what that means?
Time to hit the confessional and let it all fly.
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I slept around the clock last night. We were in bed and sleeping at 9:00, the Knight had to be up early to work. I surfaced briefly to use the bathroom around 6:30am, long after he had left for work. When I climbed back in bed I thought I would re-exam the inside of my eyelids for just a few moments, checking for leaks ya see. I woke up at 9:05am. Guessing I was tired. I don’t feel the least bit bad about that either.
I ran out of creativity for dinner tonight. When it came time to make it, I didn’t do like last weekend and pull great ideas from Pinterest (yes I made things last weekend I had pinned on my food board and yes it was very good). I went for simple, burgers, mac-n-cheese, and veggies. I didn’t even make the brownies, just went with the stand by candy bars in fun size for dessert.
Seriously hoping the item I bought from Arbonne to assist with menopause helps because the hot flashes are killing me.
Best thing I have done for myself of late is stopped playing games on Facebook. I am starting to really see how much time I was wasting.
A cup of coffee sounds SO good right now, even through it is after 8pm. Caffeine doesn’t bother me, I am just ADD enough that it will not impact my ability to sleep. And it will give me something to do while I read my books. Well after I empty the dishwasher that is, but I can do that while the coffee is brewing.
For those unaware, ‘schnitzles’ is a German word, meaning a cutlet of meat (usually veal), or a shaving. Growing up, whenever we did crafty stuff or tore the edge off our notebook paper, mom referred to those pieces of paper as “paper schnitzles”. This was usually said as “who left all these paper schnitzles all over the floor?” Today, it is thought schnitzles, lots of little things that on their own don’t make for post, but bundled add up to something.
Yesterday I made an amazing discovery. I had set my alarm clock for 15 minutes earlier than usual in order to not have to rush around in the morning to get ready for work. It should be noted that I still had to rush around like a freshly decapitated chicken. Today, I once again set the alarm for that 15 minute earlier mark and did not have have to rush around. The difference? Well, it seems that it is most effective if one gets out of bed and starts the day the first time the alarm goes off, without hitting the snooze alarm. Multiple times. Who knew? I do plan to conduct further research into this discovery.
As you may recall from a previous post, Bed Bully Beatdown, there is a monster lurking in the bedroom of the Castle. That is, I snore. The Knight made the comment last night that he wondered which nose (ie: monster) would be making an appearance as we slumbered. He says this with his eyes closed, laying there all innocent looking on his pillow, barely able to contain his “I’m about to get kicked” mischievous grin. I offered to go get a nose strip and wear that ultra-sexy piece of flesh colored attire to bed, but he said it was okay, as long as he falls asleep before I do it isn’t an issue. He says I only do it when I first fall asleep, but once in a deeper stage of shut-eye it stops. Poor guy, trying so hard to arrive in dreamland ahead of me. How DOES he handle that much pressure?
The cows are trooping through my cabbage! I grew the prized heads on my farm in Farmville2 and when my cow leveled up in mastery (I only raise the best), Marie (some local bimbo in a straw hat who thinks she knows it all about the finer points of pixeled agriculture) shows up on my land with a bunch of her cows to dance and celebrate, and they trampled through my award winning heads of cabbage. I did not RSVP to host this little party. No doubt she is jealous of my green thumb! Thankfully it did not harm those ribbon worthy vegetables of mine or I’d have marched on over to Marie’s farm and set her prized carrots on fire.
My weight loss journey has come to a halt. I prefer to think of it as a stop in the rest area on the highway of fat reduction. I have not gained anything but haven’t lost another pound. This might be the addition of ice cream in the evening. Or the fact that I’m not walking every day. Perhaps it is both? In my defense, the Knight (aka King of the Castle) has forced the ice cream down my throat and wraps around my legs, pleading with me to stay there by his side, gracing the room with my beauty. (touche, my love!)
The fruit flies are back. Once again trash was not emptied in the office and the little pests are now all over the facility. Oh lucky me. That combined with the lack of air conditioning, my Yorkie and the boss’s large, smelly hound dog, is only adding to the whole rain forest ambience of our work place. Any minute now I expect to see a baboon go swinging by on a vine with Tarzan and Jane hot on its tail and a giraffe nibbling on the display of roofing shingles in the show room.
Oh well, back to the jungle, there is work to be done. Wishing all my readers a marvelous Friday Eve!
Not the little yellow guys sporting the BC glasses. Oh, BC? That means “birth control”. As in glasses that will prevent one from getting any, um…well sex. Hence they prevent pregnancy and are referred to as birth control spectacles. Yeah, warped, I know. Back on track, I’m hijacking my own post here.
No, my tribe is Mel’s Minions.
Last year around this time, maybe a bit earlier in the year, our Avon district had this amazing District Manager, Melanie Moore. She is a direct sales guru of sorts. Word is she joined many of the direct sales organizations out there to learn their business model, what it is they do and how they do it. She is incredibly successful at this business because she is like a sponge for information which she then squeezes back out in workshops she designs to train and teach direct sellers to do it better. Mel knows how to bring together a group of people, plant some seeds of wisdom and get them motivated. Then they start talking and sharing, which causes fresh ideas, growth and if the direct sales rep taps into what he or she learns and uses it, they add to their business success.
Anyway last year in the spring, Mel planned a ‘retreat’ for those of us in leadership with Avon that were in our district. We went away for a few days to a cabin, dividing up cooking duties, packing not only food and drinks (hey women and wine = good times), but note pads, laptops, and most importantly our imaginations. What we did not know was she was preparing us to carry our own torches, as a group, to inspire, motivate and support each other. See, our illustrious leader was leaving to go to a new company and she wanted to give us all something special – a tribe. It wasn’t what she called us, in fact we didn’t really have a name. We dubbed ourselves Mel’s Minions during that time, and absorbed her shared wisdom. Our unspoken mantra? WWMD? (What would Mel do) More than that, she got us thinking, planning, calculating ways to improve our businesses by helping and supporting each other.
Since that time, some of the minions (myself included), joined Mel’s new company and maintain our Avon businesses as well. One thing that did not change, we’re still the Minions. We have our own group on Facebook and help each other whenever possible. And this month, we’re going away for a Minion Retreat again, with Mel. The Minions, my Tribe. One in which no one gets voted off the island, when meeting challenges there is no immunity, we kick butt together. My direct sales sisters, my sister posse.
It never matters how bad things are going in business, or how we are feeling, when we get with the Minions either online or in a group, we come away feeling like new women. Motivated, inspired, and ready to get back in the ring. I need my head and heart back in the game, not just with Avon, but my other company, SwissJust. And this next over night with the Minions is just what the business doctor ordered.
To all the Minions – Love you chicks and cannot wait for the retreat!
It is Monday and that means the Quiz hosted over on Acting Balanced. Click to icon to join in and link up or just read other’s answers. Also, don’ t forget that participants supply their own 5th question so those reading and hopping around can answer it in the comments section.
Here are the Questions:
1. June 3rd is National Repeat Day – what word or phrase do you find yourself repeating? I repeat… 2. Who do you feel is a real hero? 3. Are you interested in traveling to countries where most people don’t speak the same language as you?
4. It’s also dairy month – what is your favorite dairy or dairy-like (for you vegans and allergy sufferers) food or recipe?
1. June 3rd is National Repeat Day – what word or phrase do you find yourself repeating? I repeat…
Yikes, it’s one I really am trying hard to drop from my use entirely. “What The F*ck?????” rolls out of my mouth a LOT. Not a very lady-like, classy thing to hear out of the mouth of the Marvi one, I know. Even saying “WTF” is still saying it, so I’m working on dropping it entirely but wow is it a tough habit to break. Especially working with all men in the construction industry, they drop the F-bomb every few words some days.
2. Who do you feel is a real hero?
Easily answered – real heros of course are those serving our country, have served our country, and our cops and firefighters. Also – the spouses of those individuals are my personal heros. I know what it is like to wonder if your other half is going to come home to you, while you hold down the home front, celebrate many holidays and birthdays and even your anniversary alone while they are off putting their life on the line. So, that said, my daughter and daughter-in-law are my heros as they kiss their men good-bye and pray God brings them safely back to them at the end of their shift.
3. Are you interested in traveling to countries where most people don’t speak the same language as you?
I have several countries I’d like to visit, and the language is not an issue. I’m not going to travel alone anyway and language is just a challenge that adds to the charm of the place being visited.
4. It’s also dairy month – what is your favorite dairy or dairy-like (for you vegans and allergy sufferers) food or recipe?
Dairy = ICE CREAM! It is a temptation I find so very hard to resist. I try to avoid going past Dairy Queen near the office, because it calls to my like a siren luring a sailor into her destructive grip.
And now, my 5th question for visitors to answer while stopping by:
5. What is one word that those who know you best would never use when describing you? – explain!
*Yawwwwwn and streeetch. Friday…oh yes, FRIDAY – confessional day. Guess I best get myself together and get things out in the open*
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 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 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 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 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.
As if on cue, the boss sent a text…well several. Lunch is over, time to get back to work, so much to do!
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.
A 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! 🙂