Prayer Request

I have a prayer request.

A friend of mine recently suffered a loss I can't begin to imagine. On Memorial Day, Wendy's son, R.J., died in a car accident. Two others, Allison and Terry, who were in the car with him, are in critical condition.

Wendy is a woman of faith; of kindness; of love. She always wants the best for all those around her. She has a beautiful soul. I cannot imagine her pain, her grief, her loss. I feel helpless. I am not sure what to do.

I can pray for her. I can ask you to pray for her.

Please pray for peace for Wendy and her family. That their Faith may carry them through this time of grief and sadness.

Please pray for healing for Allison and Terry. Please pray for peace for their families.


Wordless Wednesday, 5/27/09

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Tuesday Tidbits...

Bits, they're all I've got:
  1. We were supposed to be in Mexico this week being pampered on the PartyLite trip. Instead we got a nice li'l bonus check and spent lots o' time with family and friends. Nothing replaces a PartyLite trip, but nothing replaces time with family and friends either.

  2. Saturday we celebrated one of my sisters-in-law's birthday. I have 4 SILs and both my brothers are as yet unmarried, nevermind that one is only 13. ahem While my SIL, Paige made for a beautiful birthday girl, I only came away with pictures of these darlings (niece Sophia, Sophia's friend Ava, and niece Olivia):
  3. Sunday afternoon, we went to our friends', Sara and Ian, home and weathered a snow flower-petal storm. I was sitting in the shade so I just had to hold and feed their 7-month old son, known as Porkchop. (Notice the 'snow' in my hair).
  4. Monday we were treated to 2 cookouts; one with my Dad, Stepmom, brother, and Step-grandparents and one with my Mom, Stepdad, and Stepcousin. One cookout was more fun than this little dog (my Dad's) could handle. (She's just taking advantage of the cool concrete - she's fine :)).
  5. And finally, though out of order, and while last, certainly not least...remember N. ? Her precious little girl was born last week - I can't wait to meet her on Monday


Memorial Day 2009

"A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself."
-Joseph Campbell

This Memorial Day, I realize how blessed I am. I've never had to attend a military funeral of a friend or family member who died in combat or as a result of combat. Everyone I've ever known to leave the US to go to fight a war has come back. I know I'm blessed to be able to say this and today I think of all of those who cannot say it. My thoughts and prayers are with those today who honor not only all of those who have died, but a friend or family member especially.

To my friends & family who've worn the Uniform and defended Freedom, I thank-you from the bottom of my heart and soul.


New Camera, Yuengling, and Mini-2-Bite Steak

I finally got a new camera. Somehow, sitting in a puddle of water and beer during the Super Bowl Festivities, isn't good for a camera. Hm? So after a few months of fighting the truth, I decided it was time for a new camera. I'm all about new technology and gadgets, but on my terms, not because I'm forced to get something new. Stubborn, me? Not. A. Bit. After a few days of research, I decided on the Nikon Coolpix S560, and so far, so good.

My first picture is of another first: My first Yuengling bought in WV!!!! Yay!

Then, while getting gas, I decided to read the directions for the pump while pumping the gas...and am I glad I didn't read them before and try to follow them? Yes I am!

Seriously? Imagine if I had just crawled out from under a boulder I had never used a credit or debit card to pay at the pump before? I'd still be standing there confused.

And to finish out this random post, last night The Man and I tried a restaurant in town we haven't been to yet - Synergy Chophouse. The Man loves a good steak and I like to sit outside to eat in the summer, Synergy promised both.

The Man asked what I was going to have and upon hearing "The 6oz Sirloin", he commented: "What? That's not a steak, that's a mini-2-bite-Steak." Really? Well, excuse me Mr. Man.
So we get our dinners, and it becomes clear to me why he refers to mine as a mini-2-bite-Steak:

I didn't realize The Man had ordered half the cow a 20 oz porterhouse, or maybe the "mini-2-bite-steak" comment would have been a little funnier at the time. In the end, we both cleaned our plates and left with full-stomachs. Yep, even the "mini-2-bite-Steak" filled me up, thankyouverymuch.

And the man's steak came with a bone, so we had a treat for Kali to take with us. Notice how pretty she sits when there's a steak bone involved?


The One with Uncle Sam, Spiders, and Octo Tripuses

Kali's toy box as it should look, full of toys, ready to be played with:

What I saw after I finished working (during which it was way too quiet)...
Yep, that's a spider, a tripus (that would be an Octopus who has had 5 of his legs chewed off), a very large bone, and one very proud pup.
Uncle Sam was flung into the kitchen.
The lamb was tossed toward the front door.
Even Santa dog and the Olympic torch were brought out for a fling around the room.
Wonder what Fluffy Bear, the Kong ball, and a chew-stick did to deserve to have to stay in the basket (along with lots of dirt/crumbs/whoknowswhat)?
And notice who sat perched atop the ottoman to supervise the refiling of the toy box. Yep, one proud pup.
**Sorry for bad picture quality as of lately they are from my phone, my camera died (Ok, was killed, but that's another post)...hoping to get a new one this week.**


Wordless Wednesday, 5/13/09

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A Letter to the UPS Man

Dear Mr.* UPS Man,

I would like to apologize for my poor hospitality when you come to deliver PartyLite boxes to our house. I am a bit very territorial and feel that it is my responsibility to guard my house and everything inside it.

To be fair, I do warn you. As soon as I hear your big brown truck pull up, I head straight to the window and begin a low, rumbling growl. When I see you turn the corner down the walk, my front paws go on the window sill and the barking, growling, and snarling begins. The closer you get - the louder and more fiercely I bark, growl, and snarl.

As you place the box on the porch and knock on the door, my 'greeting' reaches the peak of nasty. And guess what? You leave. Every. Time.

Sadly for you, Mr. UPS Man, you are one of the most rewarding things in my life. You see, as hard as my people try to explain it, I just don't understand that the boxes you bring aren't intended to take all of the stuff from my home and that you aren't here to hurt my people. I don't understand that you never intend to stay; that my barking, growling, and snarling has absolutely no impact on your decision to leave whatsoever; that you're going to come back at least once a week.

Please accept this letter as my attempt at an explanation and apology for my poor behavior (I know it embarrases my people lots) and at the same time, please understand that my behavior is unlikely to change.


PS The mailman gets a much nicer reception. Maybe it's because he brings me biscuits fit for a dog twice my size.

*I'm not being sexist, our UPS Man (present and past) is a man.


Pot, Meet Kettle

Me to the Man (on numerous prior occasions): "You really have to start remembering to turn the oven off when you are finished cooking. Not only is it dangerous, but it'll jack up the electric bill*"

Discovery upon coming home from Mother's Day Brunch at my MILs: Oven left on from breakfast quiche that I made this morning.


*I have NO idea if this is true or not, but it sounded good the 1 or 10 times I had to turn off the oven after it was left on all night.

Happy Mother's Day

Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother. ~Oprah Winfrey

Whether your a biological mom, a Stepmom, an adoptive mom, a mom who has yet to meet her baby, a mom whose baby is in heaven, or a mom waiting for a baby, I pray for you today a day of peace and love!


For Today, 5/8/09

For Today, May 8, 2009...A glimpse into my day, just an ordinary day.

Outside my window....freshly cut grass.

I am thinking....nothing coherent, just random musings.

I am thankful for...3 'mothers' to celebrate on Sunday - Mom, Stepmom, Mother-in-Law.

From the kitchen...you'd think since I'm the one who writes these posts I'd have an answer for this one BEFORE I started.

I am wearing....pajamas.

I am creating...plans for the weekend.

I am going...to a candle party.

I am reading...Map of Bones by James Rollins and the latest issue of Entertainment Weekly.

I am hearing...the hiss of the iron as The Man gets ready for work.

Around the house...a sink full of dishes, an unmade bed, laundry that needs put away, and clutter left over from a busy weekend of travel.

One of my favorite things...sunshine.

A few plans for the rest of the week...considering what's around the house, some cleaning and organizing and a Mother/Daughter Luncheon tomorrow.

Here is a picture thought I am sharing...taken with my phone yesterday afternoon.


A New Job....or Not

The Man is a Massage Therapist. Don't be overly jealous, except of my almost nightly foot rubs.

As a Massage Therapist (MT from here on), he works at 2 locations here in town: Healthworks Rehab and Fitness (site of my *free* gym membership) and Nico Spalon (site of my *free* hair styling). Wow, that kinda sounds like it's all about me. ahem The Man is good at what he does. He gets a lot of compliments. He was even asked by another Therapy place in town "what would it take to get you to work for us?" Specifically, he was asked by the CFO whose husband OWNS the other therapy place in town, "What would it take to get you to work for us?" You see, this lady is was a client of his at Nico.

After giving it some thought, he let the lady, we'll call her A., know what it would take. She was able to meet most of his requests and so The Man decided to take a new job. (A little info: As a MT, you are building your reputation and clientele, and hoping from job to job does not help with this. For the most part, the best thing a MT can do is find a job at an established place of business and build their 'book' - schedule to the rest of us.) The best parts of the new job is that it was not solely commission based AND it would offer medical benefits at the end of 90 days. Benefits was the biggest selling point for us, because at this point we are wrapped in bubble wrap to keep ourselves out of the ER.

In order to take this new job, The Man had to give up one of his other jobs and rearrange his schedule at the remaining job. Because Nico is a small business, medical benefits will not ever be an option as part of any type of benefit package. Thus, he decided to keep his job at Healthworks and rearrange that schedule.

After 2 weeks of work at the new place, as The Man was heading out for the weekend on Friday, the operational director informed him that there were no hours for him the following week (now this week). The VERY SAME operational director who filled out his paperwork, signed off on his pay rate, and handed him benefits paperwork to go ahead and fill out to have ready once 90 days had passed. When he questioned her about why no hours, he was told "I'm not sure what arrangement you and A. had, but your position was only temporary." TEMPORARY????? Um, no one said anything about TEMPORARY!!! She then had the nerve to ask him if he'd like to be available for 'on call' status. Go ahead and just imagine how well that went over.

As he left, The Man called A. and left a message asking what in the world was going on. She called back today. Three and a half business days later. Guess what? She didn't get the message. Right. She also had NO idea that The Man didn't work for her and her husband anymore. Seems Ms. Operations Director is in charge of all Human Resources and hiring. Sounds to me like Ms. Operations Director got her panties in a bundle didn't like that A. went around her. When The Man explained what had happened, A. was speechless. When he said that he could never work for her company, she said "Your the best MT in this town. I'm so sorry for the mix-up. I wish you all the best." Maybe she should've thought about that before making promises she couldn't keep. Maybe she should have thought of that before letting her Operations Director, her employee, make decisions about who works for them.

I know one thing, she'll have to make darn sure she thinks about that before trying to make an appointment to see "the best MT" in this town again. Because you see, The Man was able to get his job back at Nico - and Nico is where A. likesd to get her massages, from The Man.

The worst part of it all? The sound in The Man's voice as he told me what had happened on Friday over the phone. I was in Florida. I don't ever want to hear that sound in his voice again. This Man is honest, hard working, and skilled as a MT. He didn't deserve this.

The best part of it all? The Man was able to get his job back at Nico. The schedule rearranging he had to do might just turn out to be a good thing.

Oh, and medical benefits? PartyLite and the Direct Selling Association have partnered with a company to provide benefits at group rates to Independent Consultants like me.


Wordless Wednesday, 5/6/09

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10 Bits of the Past 5 Days

1) Coke and snacks are all a girl needs should she decide to stay up all night to drive to DC for an 8:05 am flight.

2) Sitting next to someone scared of flying is, well, we'll go with interesting.

3) Missing an entire weekend of rain in WV for sunny central Florida is OK by me.

4) PartyLite is an a.maz.ing company. I love working with them!!!

5) Swimming outdoors in May = happiness.

6) Progressive dinners are a really cool thing. We had appetizers in one villa, dinner in another, and dessert was planned for a 3rd, but brought to the dinner villa on a last minute change of plans. I'd never heard of such a thing, but really enjoyed it.

7) The H1N1 (Swine) Flu stinks sucks. Our PartyLite Incentive trip to Cancun was cancelled...can't the pigs have just washed their hands and covered their mouths when they sneezed?

8) Since our trip was cancelled, PartyLite is sending us C.A.S.H.!!!!

9) Chatting with a friend while driving home is all a girl needs to make a 2 1/2 hour drive fly by.

10) It's good to be home.