It made me wonder if it was disrespectful to walk around with an Indian Chief's head embroidered into my shirt.
Tell me something...do YOU think the Washington Redskins should change their name?
It made me wonder if it was disrespectful to walk around with an Indian Chief's head embroidered into my shirt.
Tell me something...do YOU think the Washington Redskins should change their name?
When my truck is low on gas, the navigation lady, Kadijah, tells me and then the map pops up and shows where all the nearby gas stations are. Whenever I pass one up, she purses her lips and shakes her head at my random act of irresponsibility I'm sure. When the gas range gets too low for her to be comfortable...she starts waving her hands and whatnot making the gas station icons on the screen blink and dance.
I've never run out of gas...and it's damn near impossible to do in Deuce.
Well...let me rectify that...I'd never run out of gas before...until this past weekend in Louisiana.
I don't plan on leaving my house until Thursday.
Yes I know it's only Tuesday.
Me so achy and cranky.
We still haven't put the curtains back up that Jaru tore down and the window is mighty bright as the sun comes up.
I love sleeping when it's cold.
I hate getting out of the bed when it's cold.
I went to the hot shot stylist on Saturday and got a MUCH needed 3 inch trim.
That's how badly I'd jacked up my hair by not taking care of it.
I trust my instincts because I've learned to.
I have squirrel tails above my eyes again.
Need to get my brows threaded soon.
I'm thinking about giving up coffee.
I don't know why I would though.
It's not like I drink a lot of it.
Maybe I'll just cut back.
I'm going to try to NOT pull my hair back anymore for the rest of the year.
Dammit...it's pulled back now.
STARTING TOMORROW I'm going to try to NOT pull my hair back anymore for the rest of the year.
I need a small watering can for inside the house.
The one I have is big and gets too heavy to do all my plants up and down the stairs.
I would wear my monkey fleece pants every.single.day if I could.
What's going on random with you?
How often do you pull YOUR hair back?
Over a decade ago, I was shopping at Filene's Basement on Connecticut avenue. I'd gone to the men's department and purchased something for Robby and was leaving. As I was leaving, something caught my eye and I picked it up and decided I wanted to purchase it. I walked to the counter and saw a cashier I'd become friendly with, started talking to him as I put my item on the counter for him to ring up.
He chatted comfortably with me and then asked what I had in my bag. I told him it was something for my guy. He asked if I'd already paid for it. Confused I said...um...yeah...that's why it's in the bag.
Him: Can I see your receipt?
Me: Is that necessary?
Him: I just want to make sure you paid for it.
I showed him my receipt, paid for my other purchase and left.
I walked back to my office on L street feeling some kinda way. Filene's Basement had become my go to spot when I went for a walk while at work. I'd look around to see if there was something I needed to have and then buy it or not if my money was funny. I knew the guy from shopping there ONLY. I'd never seen him any other place other than there. He often complimented my suits or my hair or whatever. Just seemed to be a nice, good dude.
But that day...he decided that I'd probably stolen something.
By the time I got back to my office I was full on feeling some kinda way. I called Filene's and asked to speak with a manager. I told the manager what happened and the manager apologized.
I didn't feel better.
I called corporate and got the email for the head dude and I sent an email expressing how awful the experience made me feel. I felt some kinda way...big time but honestly...I think I felt that way MOSTLY...because the dude second guessing me was Black.
In his eye, I probably was only nice to him so I can get away with stealing shit and using him as an accomplish by getting him to ring up my other purchase. I was hurt about that and dammit...I was mad as shit. He should have known better.
But honestly...I guess the culture of the retail establishment was such that it was taught to be suspicious of Black people.
Of FRIENDLY Black people.
I received an email back from the person at corporate with a coupon or gift certificate or something or the other. They apologized, blah, blah, blah. I'd named names so I'm sure it was brought to old boy's attention.
Not that I'd ever know about it because I never set foot in that store again.
Shopping while Black doesn't happen to me often because I generally go to the same places and deal with the same sales associates so they know me but I know it's never too far behind for some. I know that I'm probably suspect since, normally when I'm shopping, I'm uber casual wearing good undies, until I walk up to the trusted associate I have a relationship with and I'm deemed "safe." The last time it DIRECTLY affected me was at New Balance in Chevy Chase a few years ago: Dear New Balance
I haven't purchased a New Balance shoe since then and wear the ones I already owned sporadically.
What about you? Have you been unfairly targeted recently for blatantly obvious reasons? How did you handle?
GO ME! I THINK I'VE FOUND MY THING!
So...I've been looking for something to amp up my workouts. I'm fit and healthy but I don't feel challenged and yall all know how I feel about running so no (it's just not for me...I'd lose too much weight and my shins hurt too bad after running). I've been doing the same thing for years and it works...but I wanted something MORE.
I met a lady who looked lean and strong like me...but she was SCULPTED and not in an icky body builder kinda way but in a feminine and strong kinda way. I like that. A LOT! She said she teaches the Bar Method and I started reading up on it and decided to go give it a try today. Well...I LURVED IT! LURVED IT! LURVED IT! LURVED IT! I think this is the exact thing I've been looking for to get out of my exercise rut!
The Robinator had mad jokes after I explained to him it's a mixture of Pilates, ballet and physical therapy. Dude was like...now...you know you're clumsy...do they make you fill out an emergency contact card before you start?
Check it out: The Bar Method
Have you tried anything new lately? What? Spill it!
Did you workout today yet? What did you do?
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other
people won't feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.
I haven't been taking care of my hair and feel like it shows so I decided I should start going to a stylist again since it's obvious I don't want to deal with it myself. I've been searching for a while and then saw an older, super fly woman whose hair was stunning in a casual, simple, super healthy way.
So I asked her if she got her hair done in the area and she told me yes, she's been going to the same guy for over 20 years.
She gave me his number and I called him. He was exceedingly pleasant on the phone and asked me some questions and we scheduled a consultation. Before the consultation, I washed my hair and air dried it so he could see it exactly as it is.
A big, huge, mess.
Waiting to get enough money from the sale of the last movie to do the next movie gives me a lot of free time.
And write some more.
All I know is asking people for money takes it outcha and I don't have what it takes to do so.
So we wait.
Well...it's finally happened. My eye doctor tells me that I need reading glasses. *sigh*
This wouldn't be as traumatic if I only read at home but I'll be out and about looking some kinda crazy trying to read something on a menu or something and it's become bothersome to say the least.
I spent the better part of an hour trying to find a pair of frames to no avail. I got some good ideas...but nothing jumped out at me.
Here are a few that were okay but just OKAY:
I really like the styles of this designer. Lafont. And I LOVE that their "name" is only on the inside of the frame and not emblazoned all along the side. I want them to be stylish, of course, but not all BOING LOOKA ME WITH MY FANCY FRAMES! I feel like I want my glasses to be simple in that aspect.
They are metal and have those nose things that I hate because they leave a print on my nose and I remember my father ALWAYS had a print on his nose and it brings back all kinds of weird memories when I see prints on sides of my nose like that when I wear sunglasses with those nose things and yes I know I have issues but yall already know I'm not working on them so there.
These were far more comfortable to me but I don't like the logo on the side. They are plastic and don't have those nose things. They felt like I was rocking a pair of sunglasses and after a few minutes I didn't even feel them on my face which is a good thing right?
So now I'm online looking at too much stuff like shape size of glasses for my face shape, etc. and getting overwhelmed. Robby is, of course, no help. He's all...the sooner you get them the sooner you can see again.
Old practical azz. UGH!
How old were you when YOU had to get glasses if you wear them. What shape is your face? What shape are your glasses? Are yours plastic or metal? Do you have those nose thingys? Any tips?
Our primary care doctor retired a couple of months ago and I hadn't had an opportunity to locate a new one. Since we didn't need one...I didn't focus on it. Well...it's annual everything time so I needed to find a new one so we could have our physicals. (We get them done around our birthday every year.)
I found one who seems good and scheduled our physicals.
Then I remembered that our insurance has changed and it turns out only ONE of our normal doctors accepts our new insurance. I was shocked because damn...it's Blue Cross PPO something or other.
And I was annoyed.
But I kept on and identified new doctors.
But I forgot about our eye doctor and yesterday I went to my appointment scheduled a year ago and there was a new chick in the office. She told me, "We don't take that." and walked off.
It's Midol Week.
Needless to say...that didn't end pleasantly for her and I was in a foul mood for the rest of the day. Robby says my truck pulled in front of the house on two wheels when I returned home so he knew to stay in the office for a minute before coming to find out what was wrong.
My 6 month teeth cleaning was early morning and I woke with a crook in my neck. GREAT. When I got there...the dental hygenist talked incessantly.
I left there in a foul mood and went to the Amish market. Apparently...they are used to seeing me smile so it was quite sight to see me in a foul azz mood. I finished with my purchases and one of my favorite people there handed me a brown paper bag with home grown tomatoes from her garden. She then told me Happy belated birthday.
My mind got back right.
A country girl's kryptonite.
My neighbors went to Pakistan and borrowed my Canon Ultrasonic Zoom EF 17-40mm 1:4 lens so they could take some amazing photos of their home country.
They brought me back these GORGEOUS jade and onyx handcarved glasses that I'm totally going to use as vases! GO ME! I can't WAIT to do a tablescape with them!
I'm not a good neighbor because I expect awesome gifts but hey...if awesome gifts come with the territory...SO BE IT! LOL!
My cellphone is on silent overnight.
My heart stopped.
My ears started roaring.
I started shaking uncontrollably.
I called him and he answered.
Baby Brother: IT WAS A BUTT DIAL MONNIE! WHEN I SAW THAT I CALLED, I CALLED YOU BACK TO TELL YOU IT WAS A BUTT DIAL SO YOU DIDN'T GET WORRIED!!! I'M SORRY!!!!!!
And I tried to keep it all casual and cool but it was hard to cuz yeah...I immediately started thinking the worse. Nobody calls me that time of night unless tragedy has struck and I immediately started thinking tragedy.
Why do our minds do that? All in the span of a minute my heart was racing so fast it was crazy and it took me a minute before I was calm. I love my baby brother. If anything happened to him...man...I'd be done.
Good morning. Tell me something good.
So...my birthday party this year was an old school Field Day like when you were in elementary or middle school. I reserved a park for the whopping permit fee of $20, bought some balls and whatnot, served hotdogs and grilled veggies with cupcakes, sunchips, etc. and GOT.IT.IN!
Here is my template for the paper lollipops and you can personalize it your way for your use: Download MINGO FLAGS
The rest of the stuff I used was stuff I already had down in the basement. I've collected some nice things over the years by simply keeping an eye out for things. The best time to get good deals on stuff is when you don't need it. LOL! So yeah...I see something nice on a random Tuesday in March and buy it and store it down in the basement until I'm ready to use it. GO ME!
The best thing I've ever purchased has got to be the 54 x 108-Inch White Tablecloth $3.50 each. I use them so much and, at only $3.50...you don't worry if something is spilled on them like red wine. Oh...and my silverware I bought in bulk, Stainless Dinner Fork - 24 / BX - $4.68. I started out with about 48 each of them at those prices and bought forks, spoons and knives. You're totally not mad if someone accidentally tosses one in the trash at those prices. I keep them in ziploc bags between parties and put them in a buffet silverware caddy for parties. I've had it forever and forgot where I found it. Works perfectly.
Since we were at a park...I used paper plates because paper plates are for parks and barbecues. And that's all Imma say about that. Humph. LOL! Bought the paper plates at the dollar store too.
I did buy dodge balls and a flag football set but I can use them again. If you're in the area and want to throw a field day party...you're welcome to borrow them because they will simply be in the ball bag in the basement. LOL!
For the three legged races I used an old sheet cut up in strips. Worked perfectly and completely throw-way-able.
Food was easy. Gluten-free all beef hotdogs, grilled veggies and corn on the cob. I put the corn on wooden skewers so folks didn't have to use their hands while outside. I had a gallon of hand sanitizer on hand to disinfect before eating. LOL!
Water and gatorade were the drink choices (G-Baby brought some drink packs for the kiddies) as we couldn't bring alcohol to the park. I was going to make some awesome adult beverages to put into these Ball Jar Heritage Collection Pint Jars with Lids and Bands, Set of 6 :
Yall know I'm anti-drinking-out-of-mason-jars because I always dribble on myself so I drilled a hole in the top of the lid and then put Nickel-Plated Brass Eyelets - 3/8" - 8 Ct. in the hole. I didn't put the back of the eyelet on because I did the hole exact and it was a really nice and snug fit. Then...a straw just pops in nicely! WHEEEEEEEEEEE! Well...I'd already made 6 when I found out I couldn't bring alcohol so I didn't make anymore. LOL!
We had fun. It's always cool to do something completely different and well...we get together all the time for drinks and or drinks and dinner so it's fun to switch it up to something we never get to do.
Before we left the park yesterday someone asked what we're doing next year.
The weather around here has been so unpredictable and it made me a bit nervous since I planned a birthday party outside. I've been checking the weather religiously several times a day for two weeks now wondering if I was crazy for even TRYING to do what I want to do for my birthday. LOL! Robby, of course, has been shaking his head for a month trying to understand why I even took the chance of planning something outside cuz he's all evil and whatnot.
Today is Wednesday and my birthday is tomorrow. My party, however, is Saturday and I'm finally starting to breathe easier that the weather will be good to go.
SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M NOT COMPLETELY THROWED OFF AFTER ALL!
I can't wait to show you guys all the really easy and cool things I did myself for decorations! Way fun! Have you ever had a birthday party outside as an adult?
My mother-in-law is pretty awesome. So awesome that I can't identify AT.ALL with friends or framily who have awful mother-in-laws.
We were doing good right up until my birthday last year. And then...she tried to get cute.
She sent me a plant when everyone knows I'm the plant killer extraordinaire. She told me that pretty much anyone can keep a Peace Lily (Spathiphyllum) alive and I promise you I've tried my best since them to do so.
I looked at the poor dear today and thought...enough is enough. Something needs to be done about that damn plant.
So I brought it outside.
And I took it out of the container I keep it in. Look what I found in the bottom of the container:
Well...apparently they don't like their "feet" wet. Their feet were totally wet. And the overwater/underwater process showed:
Icky dusty plant. So I cut off all the brown edges and pulled out all the brown pieces.
Then I added this BRAND NEW STUFF that's been in the basement for over a year I'm sure. Womp, womp...
Next I added water until the water ran through completely without putting it back in the ceramic pot and wiped the leaves down with a damp paper towel:
Straight up NINJA'd it:
I'm going to leave it outside overnight and then tomorrow since it's going to be another gorgeous day. I'll check it for bugs before I bring it back in. I made sure to add a reminder to my phone to water it and I'll add fertilizer to it when I'm supposed to and see how it does.
You know...in case my mother-in-law decides to visit and whatnot. LOL! Don't want her thinking I wasn't taking care of the poor plant.
Remember...this is just DAY 1. No telling how long I'll be able to keep this up. I'll keep yall posted. LOL!
Do you have any plants in your home that are barely breathing? Or is it just me? LOL!
I haven't felt good all week. I got glutened and each time it happens it seems like it's way worse than the last time it happened.
I want to change the lighting in our bedroom or at least add some lighting. Seems too dull to me when I turn the overhead lights on.
I'm amazed at how many things I want to do to our home that I haven't gotten around to doing yet. Like put wallpaper on the wall facing the laundry closet. I don't know why but I've always seen a Harlequin pattern there so I figure I'll get around to it sooner or later. I might paint it. Hmmmmm...
When I was a kid I wanted an Easy Bake oven. It was all I wanted that year for Christmas and I put it in my letter to Santa. My parents kept asking me if that's all I wanted and well...yeah...that's all I wanted. I just KNEW it was going to change my life.
Christmas morning came and I didn't get an Easy Bake oven. I got the Holly Hobbie oven. When Santa was picking out my presents, he realized that Holly Hobbie had so many other themed items and, since I'd only asked for one thing, it was easier for Santa to grab a bunch of the Holly Hobbie things for me.
I got a lunchbox, an apron and every single batter mix and icing packs Holly Hobbie offered. I got all sorts of cake decorating stuff along with icing tips, bags and sprinkles for days.
I was one happy little girl.
Santa SO rocks.
Last night I posted this picture of a Holly Hobbie lunchbox on FB and one of my friends shared with me that she had the sheets too. HEFFA! SHOWOFF! AIN'T NOBODY ASK YOU NUTTIN! My lip poked out for real. Color me unhappy. Santa could have got me sheets too? Why didn't he? How could he cheat me out of life's happiness that way? Can you imagine the beautiful Princess slumberation I would have had if I'd been sleeping on and under Holly Hobbie bedding?
Now that I think on it...I never got bedding with stuff on it. My bedding was always plain. Sure...it was comfortable and nice...but dammit! IT WASN'T HOLLY HOBBIE! OR BARBIE! OR...OR...STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE!
And now...I realize that Santa cheated me.
Dude owes me.
Somebody better tell him I'm looking for him.
Did YOU have themed bedding? Which ones?
Join me. How? Just decide to be happy. Don't let the news or anything you can't control steal your joy on this beautiful day. Just be happy. Smile, laugh, read funny stories. Just be happy. Tell someone you appreciate them. Give munchy kisses to your loved ones. Lay on the floor next to your dog. Just be happy today. Don't worry about the heat...it's summer...it happens. If anything happens, focus on the positives. Car breaks down? Thank goodness for roadside assistance. Left your lunch at home? Drink water and think about dinner. Kids sick? They will let you snuggle more.
TODAY WE'RE GOING TO BE HAPPY!
The one thing our sleepy town was missing, for me, was a place to play tennis regularly. Whenever I felt the urge to play, I had to go a couple of towns over in order to do so. Well...NO MORE! We have tennis next to the pool now and I'm so excited I could scream. We've been wanting to go check it out and did so recently. On Saturday, we tested the outdoor courts out for the first and last time until the fall because I've decided we shall play INSIDE all summer long. LOL!
When's the last time you played tennis? If a club opened near you...would you join? Do your kids play?
My mother was a peace and loving kinda woman. My father? Not so much. I learned early on who was going to say what when it came to their opinion as to how to deal with certain things.
I was teased a lot in school because hey...kids can be dicks. It never bothered me because well...I had other things to worry about even as a child.
I remember a particularly hateful girl going in on the regular and I was pretty much tired of her azz. I ignored her and that infuriated her and she just kept trying to get in my head. I was at the grocery store with my mother and another mom told her that her daughter had told her how the girl always talked about and teased me.
My mother's eyes narrowed imperceptively to all but me. I knew her face well and recognized when she got "tight."
The conversation ended politely and we headed home. On the way home my mother asked me about old girl carefully. She then asked about some of the things old girl said. I could tell it hurt her because a lot of it had to do with the challenges she and my father had but she looked at me and told me..."The next time she says some slick shit to you, pick up a stick and knock the shit out of her ass."
AND I WAS STUNNED.
My mother didn't curse.
And my mother wasn't the one who normally give me such advice.
Needless to say, I did as my mother told me to do but it wasn't with a stick. (I should have used a stick.) I came home disheveled and told her how it went down. She told me to change out of my school clothes and do my homework.
No biggie. Nothing to see here folks.
Later that night she slipped me one of her Turtles. You had to either know my mother or watch "Everybody Hates Chris" to get how monumental this was. Her words while holding it out to me? "Don't take no shit off NOBODY. EVER."
I think about that all the time as I reflect on my parent's relationship. I wonder how it was that she could be so strong to empower me so poignantly and yet...never seemed to get there herself. I'll never forget that and I'll never be the chick who takes crap off anyone and I'm so grateful for my parents instilling that in me because I've seen the opposite in others and it hurts me to my heart.
It does make me wonder...how does one get this message as an adult if it wasn't instilled in them as a child? Is it even possible? What say YOU? Did you ever have any come to Jesus messages like this from your parents? In the world we live in where schools are straight up no tolerance...how do you have these same come to Jesus conversations with your own children?
I'm on my way to the airport to pick up my husband who has been gone since Thursday golfing with his father for Father's Day.
It should come as no surprise that I've missed him like crazy and always find myself appreciating him in his absence even more than normal. It's like...I don't even realize how much I require him to be close enough to know I'll see him at the end of the day until one of us is traveling.
My anticipation at seeing his face has me grinning from ear-to-ear already. I combed my hair and put on something cute even though it's Monday, my off day, and I'm not going anywhere nor am I even getting out of the car other than to move to the passenger seat. I'm not putting on lipgloss because when I kiss him...I don't want to leave any on him because I know he hates that. LOL!
There is something about this level of security and cherishing I wish everyone knew and I look forward to the day when more of the people I love have found someone to love as much as I love him and he loves me. I have many family, framily and friends blessed with this same type of love and I'm so happy that, in my world, it's not an anomaly to see good men BEING good men. Good sons, good brothers, good husbands, good fathers, good friends, good employers and employees.
So many in my life have lead by example and I'm so blessed my expectations matched up with my reality.
I wish you love and I hope those of you who have it recognize your blessing and focus on reciprocating and creating a happy, loving home. Now bye...I'm going get my BOOSCHNICKA CUZ I MISSED HIM SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I went to go see the independent film, "Frances Ha" the other day at Bethesda Row's theater. The theater has been remodeled and it's all kinds of top notch fanciness. This place could seriously become a straight up club with movies now. There is a full bar, real food, seating areas, etc. in the lobby and the seats in the theaters are luxurious leather, wide and comfy as all get out.
When I was a kid, hiking in the woods was something we did pretty regularly. My father pretty much was at his most comfortable outside and he prided himself on knowing things about being in the woods that other people didn't know. It was kinda his thing you know? We'd be walking and listening and then he'd say something like, "Stay alert, we're near water." Cuz he knew all the critters in the woods eventually hit up the water and well...it's their woods so they could be headed that way at any time.
Sometimes I find myself sharing bits of my story with people who don't know me just to get a reaction out of them. Just to show them that the shit they thought...can be shattered in an instant with the truth.
You can't hide and you shouldn't want to. Who you are is who you are and...if you can't live solidly within your truth...then hell...you're just hurting yourself to get along and make someone else feel comfortable with YOUR truth.
A friend told me that she's pays attention to what I eat when we're together and eating. She said it was an eye opener that there are so many healthy choices that taste good and that she's been shaking up her weekly menu at home in her weight loss journey.
She made me wonder about some of the other conversations I've had with friends about how we all have regular rotation menus during busy work weeks and I thought...hmmmmm...maybe that's it. Maybe people kinda get stuck with making what they make weekly and never change up.
During the week I go for quick dishes but still healthy and flavorful. You know...fast food at home. Everything in moderation.
So I'm going to make a quick video (shooting for under two minutes) of some of the foods we eat all week.
Do you find that YOU stick with the same menu during the week? Or do you mix it up too?
This is Chicken Piccata. It takes a full 20 minutes to make and it's delicious.
Any dishes you'd like to see made into a quick video?
If my mommy was alive I'd probably have picked her up from the airport 'round 'bout Tuesday. She'd be all excited and jittery about coming and she'd be in new stuff from head-to-toe in that simple, country folk way she had about her. See...when she was going somewhere she considered "big time" she believed in wearing all new stuff. If it was just jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt I bet it was brand spanking new right down to her sneakers cuz baaaaaaaby...coming to visit her only baby girl and son-in-law all the way up in the DC area on a plane was BIG.TIME.
We have different people in our lives for different reasons. Life is pretty awesome that way. There is pretty much room for everyone if you make room within your family, framily and friends.
We have the fun people in our life and the serious people who give us good advice. We have career minded acquaintances and we have the health conscious friends. We have the sports friends and we have the industry people we use as resources when we need help. We have inspiring friends and we have friends who will run up on someone for you with a bat and a flashlight if need be. We have the gossiping friends. We have the fashion and beauty friends.
And...we have the nurturing family, framily and friends.
Every now and then I have so much to do that I don't know where to start. And then...I look around me and any amount of clutter robs me of breath. Like...I seriously start feeling the walls close in on me. I feel like I'm never going to be able to accomplish any of the things I have to accomplish if I don't do something about the clutter around me. The magazines, papers and books in my reading pile have to be straightened perfectly. The remotes have to be cleaned, there can't be any dust nearby or dog hair on the sofa.
The sofa blankets suddenly need to be washed and the stairs need vacuuming. I go through my purse and toss out any crap. Before long, I've de-cluttered everything I can see and done all of the little random things I've put off doing because they weren't important.
Then...I can breathe again.
And realize...I haven't done any of the things I HAVE to do.
Odd huh? Odd that you can do and do and do and actually not get anything DONE.
Thank you so much for thinking of me, AGAIN, and sharing with me, AGAIN, how I could make so much money by doing 5 Linx. I didn't answer your first three messages regarding thinking that you'd simply figure out that it's not for me. I answered your fourth message politely and courteously letting you know for SURE that 5 Linx was not something I was interested in doing.
That said, I'm sure you can understand why I think your FIFTH message regarding could possibly be taken as pushy so I'll put my response here in hopes we never have to revisit again.
I have no interest in doing 5 Linx. I hope it is working for you the way you believe it will. I wish you MONUMENTAL success with your 5 Linx business. I will stick to doing the things I do. Housewifing and filmmaking. Your recruiting energy will be better used on someone else.
Oh...and just as an FYI, should you decide to start an Amway, Herbalife, Mary Kay, Avon, Juice Plus, Primerica etc. business and are in the process of attempting to get others to start a business within those businesses as well...I'm not interested in any of those opportunities either. I'm not saying that I will not stock up on some Skin-So-Soft from Avon or flip through the book to see if they are still selling my mother's fave Cherry Jubilee lipstick mind you...I just have no interest in SELLING it.
But again...TOTALLY wishing you success with it.
All the best,
SIP: You do realize that if you try AGAIN I'll get to answer right? RIGHT. :)