tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25450250119038265742024-03-13T23:11:19.896-07:00The days and nights of a VERY busy MomYes...I am a busy Mom. Life is changing around here. I am getting a job. Hubby is retiring. And kids are striking out on a new normal....wonder how its going to work out?My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.comBlogger209125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-61675535867095798972013-04-21T21:16:00.003-07:002013-04-21T21:16:45.582-07:00moving to.....If you are a follower of my blog....then you know that life is changing.<br />
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My son was finally diagnosed with autism. with that...I am starting a new blog. So, if you are interested in following it...please do.<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylifeasmomwife.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">My life as a Mom and Wife</a>My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-71827978133457226822013-01-19T22:38:00.001-08:002013-01-19T22:38:35.106-08:00life changes...where have I been?<h2>
Since my last post...things have CHANGED!</h2>
No, I am not a fan of change. Some changes I have embraced, some I am annoyed at and some of them finally have a name.<br />
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Changes I have embraced - </h3>
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<li>closing my business! Woo hoo!</li>
<li>working for someone else! again....WOO HOO!</li>
<li>Less stressful life...YES!</li>
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Changes that are annoying - </h3>
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<li>retired husband...there is good and bad in this. </li>
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<li>He is so much more relaxed now. </li>
<li>The lines on his faces are not as deep. </li>
<li>He smiles more. </li>
<li>But, he is driving me NUTS! I will be glad when he finds his place in this new life of his....he deserves it.</li>
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Changes that have a name - </h3>
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<li>I have said this from the very week of my son's birth.....he is weird :) But, he is my son and I love that kid! Since I was always a stay at home Mom, even with the business, I did accommodate his idiosyncrasies. They were just who he was and how he was dealt with. I did ask his pediatrician often if this was normal and I was assured it was. </li>
<li>But, this past October, when it rained for the first time since Spring....he amplified. </li>
<li>We still don't have a specific name yet...but these are a few of them.</li>
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<li>Autism</li>
<li>OCD</li>
<li>ADHD</li>
<li>Anxiety disorder</li>
<li>Asperger's</li>
<li>genius with issues</li>
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I closed my business because dealing with Nash and the business was becoming very STRESSFUL! I could do one or the other but not both. And with Hubby deciding to retire and be home and saying he would come and work for me....SNAP! <br />
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My friend happened to post on Facebook that she was looking for someone to help out in her office...it would start out part-time and could become full-time. I had known her for a while...not really personally but professionally :) I had been to her office and met the others that worked in the office for her. <br />
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The moment I saw her post...I knew what I was going to do! It was a life-raft in the sea of yuckie! It was the answer to what I needed to do for myself. I responded instantly...or very soon :) And it was the best decision...ever!<br />
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<li>It was a place where I was an adult among other adults. </li>
<li>It was a haven from dealing with the issues of Nash and of Hubby.</li>
<li>It was a paycheck! Woot!</li>
<li>I was needed for more than being a wife and Mommy.</li>
<li>I had to look put together...daily! That was very nice...but, not so easy to do.</li>
<li>And...I work with awesome people!</li>
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Nash....he is no different than he has always been except amplified! But, the day it rained it all became clear. I saw things from myself and my brothers that now made sense. I saw why Mom was a crazy person that drank and screamed all the time......and didn't want to be around us. It all became clear.<br />
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But, now having a name for it...helps. But, I see these same issues in myself and also in my daughter. When I told the therapist that is treating myself and my kids that Sophie and I have it too. She agreed but said that we are not paralyzed by it like Nash is.<br />
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We have a long road ahead of us but, it will be funny, it will be sad, it will be heartwarming, it will make me VERY mad at my past and at the lack of caring but I will be able to understand why. Mom is fucked up and doesn't care or drunk....or like her whole life....only concerned about what was best for her and no one else. Yes folks....now you know....she is the center of our world and I will bet you don't even know who she is LOL Be grateful!<br />
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Life is good now! NO family just my kids and my Hubby....THIS is a blessing to have them gone!My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-23144136775475736522012-12-25T21:15:00.000-08:002012-12-25T21:15:24.996-08:00Christmas, 2012As much as I try to prepare myself for Christmas...sometimes it just gets here and I am not ready for it. That was this year.<br />
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With all that is going on with family and our life.....when the hives hit yesterday I was really unaware why? Lance's son and daughter-in-law came over with the grandkids for Christmas Eve lunch...it was nice but I was in tears before they showed up. I tried to assess why...but couldn't. Then the hives broke out...and I still wasn't hitting the nail on the head. I took some allergy medicine that helped with the itchiness but it just made me tired and wanting to go to bed.<br />
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Then last night I was overwhelmed with my lack of preparedness for Santa...a huge unbuilt present that threw me for a loop and a hubby getting his ass chewed out about it. And since he really isn't a fan of the Santa part of Christmas...I am! So, it didn't both him...and it did me! Can you tell that Nash's idiosyncrasies don't fall far from the Momma tree :) I was a mess last night....and since Christmas is so hard on me....I am overly prepared so when something like this happens...Lord, help us all!<br />
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This morning once again I was covered in hives and did NOT want to get out of bed! But, I had no choice! I did what I was supposed to do but, my heart was not in it. We opened presents and everyone got what they wanted. Afterwards I sat on the floor and put together 2 racetracks, a foos ball table, and air hockey table and was devastated that I was out of batteries! This is SO NOT LIKE ME! So, I took a shower and decided to head out to Safeway and get the batteries. <br />
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While out...I passed by Jack in the Box. The tears flooded. I looked at the clock...it was the time. Then I knew...I was NOT prepared for today. Today was Nicholas' birthday...the moment he came into the world. He would have been 15 today. I remember that horrible day. All of the memories came flooding back.....baby, death, Santa, white rose, horrible sadness, devastation, horror and blame from family that I lost my son. So much is a blur of pain, utter sadness, letting so many people down and ruining Christmas for everyone. In the end...being released from the hospital because there was nothing they could do for me....and having Christmas dinner at Jack in the Box.<br />
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I didn't want a funeral...I just wanted it to disappear. I immediately donated his body to science so that his death could help someone else NOT suffer.<br />
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You can never get past the death of a child. I was told may times afterwards that it must have been meant to be. Having a dead child on Christmas should never have been meant to be...ever. I have moved on but I am not past it. I never will be. There will always be a hole in my heart. And now....I am the only one left that was there...that remembers how horrible that day was.<br />
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I was a mess for the rest of the day. Overdrugged so that I could STOP itching and drugged in other ways so that I could not feel. I sat in my jammies and numbed out to a book...and hid in the story. Everyone knows why...but no one talks. What can they say? They don't know.<br />
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Christmas is my favorite holiday....but it is also the worst day of my life. I hope one day, I can look at this day with fondness and not pain. I try so hard every year to make it great! To make it NOT a day of sadness. Sometimes I can forget and enjoy the day but then I feel guilty afterwards but not as bad as like today...where I am just SAD and miserable.<br />
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I finally pulled Lance aside and said...today is my son's birthday. Nicholas would have been 15. I miss him. I miss David. I miss Ginny. I want Sophie's nose to go back to the nondescript nose she was born with and not this Italian nose that makes me think about her daddy and Ginny....and Nicholas. I don't like today. I am sad! I want this day to stop. Make it stop!!!!!!!<br />
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Today was not Christmas for me. Today was the day that I missed Christmas 15 years ago and got nothing but grief and sadness. Today I embarrassed my family and ruined their Christmas. And the only one that remembers it is me.<br />
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This was a shitty Christmas.<br />
<br />My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-40856480452111877832012-11-19T08:09:00.002-08:002012-11-19T08:09:21.771-08:00our new normalIt's been a while since I have posted.<br />
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Life has been changing on me....and I am NOT a fan of change!<br />
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<li>But, I made the decision to close my business and go to work for someone else. I am so excited by this decision! It will make life much easier on me and my family.</li>
<li>My Hubby is retiring! I still can't believe he is...but he is!. He deserves to have another life and not have to deal with the craziness that working in the prison system has become.</li>
<li>Nash and his idiosyncrasy's have finally become something that needs immediate attention. The day we went from Summer to raining & cold weather, my little man went from a little weird to wow....we need to see a therapist and get a diagnosis! NOW! And it was just like that.</li>
<li>Sophie is really having a hard time with our new found chaos in the house and that is breaking my heart!</li>
<li>And all of this...ok...just the kid thing is ringing me back to my childhood and the craziness it was.</li>
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I have new fans....my Mom and the rest of my family. They have been creeping around and reading my blog....so, I welcome them. We don't speak but I give up holding a grudge...they are who they are and have to function in their world and I have to function in mine. And may the 2 paths never, ever cross. There is a reason that we don't speak and I am not going to rehash is over and over. The relationship is gone.<br />
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So, the past month has been a living Hell with the new reality that Nash has brought. He has severe anxiety, OCD and possibly a spectrum disorder. We are going thru the testing and diagnosis part now. In our house just coping has been more than difficult.<br />
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So, if you have an extra prayer...please say one for us...this is going to be a long road to travel until we can get Nash stable and learn how to deal with him.<br />
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Now that life has some stability because of my new job...I am hoping to blog more. <br />
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Thanks for hanging in there!<br />
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Questions?????My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-25506393154602491472012-10-28T12:02:00.001-07:002012-10-29T09:53:13.102-07:00kids growing upToday....in our world things are changing.<br />
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Hubby is retiring from his job at the end of the year. Nash is in 1st grade and dealing with severe anxiety and Sophie is a Sophomore and getting ready to turn 15 years old! She too has some anxiety issues and also like me...suffers from clinical depression.<br />
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And I....I am trying to figure it all out. Learning to be a bus driver for school because we need to extra income. Doing some direct sale companies to again...bring in some extra income.<br />
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I was always lucky enough to just be a stay at home Mommy. I had started a business to give me something to do and be. It never made a great deal of money but I loved it. It gave me something to be proud of. But, now...Errand Girl is dying and I am evolving her into an umbrella company for the direct sale companies. I am going to miss Errand Girl.<br />
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And this trying to figure out how to really do it all....is scary....especially when one of my kids is having problems.<br />
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Grrr....parenthood...actually Mommyhood is not for the weak!My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-61621448865410283612012-10-26T08:25:00.001-07:002012-10-26T08:25:27.269-07:00when your kids are like youI have not written for a while. Mom was reading my blog and really if she is not going to have a relationship with me she should not read my blog!<br />
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So, I have let it be for a while.<br />
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Life has been going on and things are always busy.<br />
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Deb was in town...my Mom surrogate. Oh, the short time I had with her was awesome and I cried when she left!<br />
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THis week has been a week of changes...with a lot of seeing things more clearly.<br />
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When the weather changes...it creates a havoc in Nash's life like nothing else. Every clothing change season is hard but this season was our toughest for him. And it took me back to me....at his age.<br />
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I have always said there was something....something slight...wrong with my boy. I could never put my finger to it. I had hunches but never a solid...."oh, that's it!" This week, instead of getting better with age....he is now getting worse. Worse about change. Worse....about everything!<br />
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This week...watching him.....it took me back to me. Me at his age.<br />
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Mom always said I was an awful kid, Needy, clingy, terrified of everything, a Momma's girl. She always told me I was horrible to raise and she never, ever wanted to have another girl because of how awful I was. Even tho my brothers were criminals and drug addicts that stole from their own families....I was the worst one.<br />
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So, this week....I really saw Nash and his fears for the first time.....because I became MY MOM! I became frustrated by Nash and felt that life sucking cling that I did to my Mom. That's when I knew....for a solid fact...we needed help! <br />
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I love my Nash so very much but I don't want to hate him like my Mom always hated me. I would never want my child to ever feel like I did.<br />
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So, we are addressing his anxiety. I spoke to our therapist yesterday and she will start treating him and help him cope and find tools to deal with his anxiety. Because I know from my childhood....screaming and yelling at him will only make him worse. Calling him names and making fun of him won't make this better.<br />
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I am choosing to love him through it. Hold his hand and give him tools that he can use to cope with his anxiety. I will never throw him in the middle of extreme chaos and turn my back on him.My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-57110443476680581652012-09-24T22:54:00.001-07:002012-09-25T08:31:03.911-07:00How do YOU know what to do as a parent?Today....was a bad day for my parenting skills.<br />
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Sophie ditched a class...zero period. I have been watching her try to get away with it for days. So, Sunday night when she told me....there was no zero period today. All I could think was...here we go.<br />
I decided I would let her hang herself. <br />
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That was hard. <br />
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I let Hubby go to work and told him...I would not drive her, she could ride the bus. She panicked and confessed about 1/2 hour before she needed to leave for school to NOT miss zero period. She has a lame excuse. I stick to my guns.<br />
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Drama....drama.<br />
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I hear from her that she is a good girl and good girls don't serve detention for unexcused absences. But, good girls make mistakes. The screams...the crying.<br />
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I told her I would have to think about it....but, more than likely...she is serving a detention and facing the consequences for her actions.<br />
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I struggled with the decision.<br />
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Growing up I never had a curfew. I had to hire babysitters so that I could go out because Mom was never around. The only time she gave a crap about when I didn't go to school was because the school was giving her a bad time not because she gave a crap. She just wanted to be left alone with what she was doing.<br />
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Grades were never cared about...except when they could be used to hurt someone else. As long as I stayed out of her way, gave her the life she needed, took care of her son...I was free. This is when she was single.<br />
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When she was married to the molester...going to school and grades were cared about. I had to be available to him at school...so he could swoop in and pick me up for a little afternoon delight and grades...because for some reason he really wanted me to work at Winchell's Donuts...graveyard shift. I am sure it had to do with my time that would be available for him.<br />
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I was a good kid...who saw way too much growing up. I knew hookers by name. I had a friend die at a party when I was 14. I. was a good girl. But, I did bad things to get away from bad parents. A Mom that could care less and step-Dad's who was my boyfriend.<br />
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Mom would ask about what Step-Dad did with me...she knew and could care less. I did what I did because Mom and my brother were threatened if I did not comply.<br />
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So, parenting a 15 year old good girl...was like starting to read War & Peace on chapter 34. I know nothing.<br />
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Today, I spend the day searching for the answer on what to do. Knowing that whatever decision I made would be judged because....they always are. II spent the beginning of Sophie's life being told what a terrible mother I was by my family. I finally found the courage to cut them from my life.<br />
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So, as a parent....I get a problem and have to solve it. Like with any problem...you have a reference point. I start at chapter 34. Then I start backwards...trying to make heads of tails long the way. Sometimes I feel like I speak French in a land where they only speak numbers.<br />
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I spent the day researching parenting advise online. I texted my therapist but she must have been busy. I spoke to several teachers today...asking their advise. I HATE being in situation where I know....I am lost and stupid. I have no skills at being a Mom yet...I am a Mom every day! I don't have someone that will just step in and do it for me. I don't have anyone to ask...hey, what should I do? How do I handle a ditched class? Is natural consequences enough for the 1st offense? What is the right decision? <br />
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Damn...today....hell, the last several weeks have sucked!<br />
My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-68783103824734408142012-09-15T21:06:00.003-07:002012-09-15T21:33:03.511-07:00random things that pop in my head<ul>
<li>5 days until scrapbook retreat</li>
<li>the back of my tongue has hurt for 2 days....and I feel like crap</li>
<li>started packing for retreat today</li>
<li>had to go to WalMart to buy a new tote/bin for packing in</li>
<li>during the summer it got used as a small pool</li>
<li>I can see my desk....the actual wood looking part!</li>
<li>it's been months since I have seen it</li>
<li>I got 2 new pair of glasses this past week</li>
<li>1 for seeing</li>
<li>1 for reading</li>
<li>bifocals suck when you read & do the computer all the time</li>
<li>I am so ready for Summer to end...I hate the heat</li>
<li>since I don't feel good I put on my ugly flannels night gown</li>
<li>now I am hot!</li>
<li>and not in a good way!</li>
<li>got Sophie's STAR test in the mail today</li>
<li>super advanced in English</li>
<li>Geometry....think she missed a key lesson...just basic</li>
<li>I was lucky to pass Geometry with a D+</li>
<li>looking for a tutor to help her figure out what key lesson she missed</li>
<li>she is stressing about it</li>
<li>I wish she was not a perfectionist like me</li>
<li>if she didn't want to go into medicine...I would say screw it</li>
<li>I so wish she was not an overacheiver!</li>
<li>she is WAY too much like me!</li>
<li>makes me miss David</li>
<li>he would have been such a good influence on her</li>
<li>14 1/2 years he has been gone</li>
<li>how can you miss someone so long that you have missed longer than you have known them</li>
<li>same can be said about Ginny</li>
<li>I hope they are watching over us</li>
<li>I made a promise to myself and my therapist</li>
<li>October is dealing with shit month!</li>
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<br />My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-66033007047208254932012-09-07T12:20:00.001-07:002012-09-07T12:21:29.394-07:00Challenge Day<h2>
So, this past 2 weeks have been extremely busy! </h2>
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<li>Getting kids back to school and on a school schedule.</li>
<li>Getting our PTO ready for the year, as President...this is a very big job!</li>
<li>Giving 2 Back to School speeches to parents of our school...getting them excited to participate.</li>
<li>Compiling our list of school volunteers...and doing it backwards so it made the job harder.</li>
<li>Making sure all board members know their jobs and are comfortable in their job.</li>
<li>Greeting new parents and old parents making sure they know I am approachable and want their help.</li>
<li>Starting up 2 new direct sale companies...hoping to make some money.</li>
<li>Dealing with school pictures, school yearbook ordering while it is cheaper...and scheduling to work one of them for the elementary school and getting to work with a cool parent!</li>
<li>Helping a new principal to get settled into our school. He is awesome!</li>
<li>and I know there is more....but today....I am going to talk about our school's Challenge Day!</li>
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Do you know about Challenge Day? Our school has participated in Challenge Day for the past several years. I have wanted to participate in it but never was able to. Either because my son was too younger and it was too long for him to be at a babysitters. Or my daughter was doing the program and I was not a good person to be there with her. So, this year...it all worked so I could go and volunteer!<br />
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<a href="http://www.challengeday.org/" target="_blank">Challenge Day</a> says this on their website -<br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">our vision</span></h2>
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Our vision is that every child lives in a world where they feel safe, loved and celebrated.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">our mission</span></h2>
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The Challenge Day mission is to
provide youth and their communities with experiential programs that
demonstrate the possibility of love and connection through the
celebration of diversity, truth, and full expression.</span></span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Being involved with Challenge Day was amazing! We had 100 students at our school...8th graders and some 7th graders and 26 adult volunteers go thru this program.</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">If you ever get an opportunity to participate...please do. </span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">It makes you not feel so alone. You see that others are going thru their own troubles...just like you. It makes you think about what is important and what is NOT. If you have made some positive changes in your life...it validates them.</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">In one day...less than 6 hours...I danced, cheered, screamed, laughed, cried, shouted, gave love, gave a million hugs, held people, connected with other adults and children, became a better person.</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">At the end of the session..we were asked to write a letter to someone that we wanted to talk to. I wrote a letter to my Mom. My Mom is not dead. My Mom lives about 1 mile from me...really! But, I have not spoken to her in 3 years because she choose to believe her husband over me. I chose my children's safety over her. We don't speak.</span></span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">But, I miss my Mom. She was not a good Mom. She was not the worst Mom either. She was just a Mom that made choices that were not good for me and my life and my children's lives. She did not have a good childhood either and did the best she could....she told me that my whole life! But, even as an adult...she still chose to make choices that were dangerous to my soul and to deny things that were obvious and pretend that I was crazy.</span></span></h2>
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Today was back to school for both of my kids.<br />
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Sophie is now a Sophomore and Nash is a 1st grader!<br />
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This has been a VERY long summer! I was more than ready to get them out the door and off to school.<br />
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Both were very nervous about the 1st day. Sophie was afraid she would not have any friends and Nash just didn't want to deal with people.<br />
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Sophie started the day badly because she almost missed her bus because she wasn't paying attention to the time...and the bus passed our house. She went running down the street with binders, purse and in heels. She is not a graceful child so...I was VERY concerned. I grabbed my keys, Nash and I hoped in the car....got HER in the van and speed to the bus stop...in time!<br />
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Nash was different. We had to leave an hour before school started just to get a parking spot in the parking lot! I have been at this school for 10 years....I know how it works :) We go to Starbucks, grab a coffee and a snack and wait in the parking lot. Nash did NOT want to leave the car and just wanted to go home. So, I set a timer...because they always work.<br />
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We walked to his class and said hi to Ms Kitchen and checked out his new desk. I filled out paperwork and he proceeded to get MORE nervous. We went to the playground but they sent us back to class...so, that was it. He colored and told me many times how much he loved his desk!<br />
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And...as you know....kids don't get homework on the 1st day....Moms do! I spent 1 1/2 hours going thru papers, writing checks, plugging in dates on my calendar and signing my life away....to 2 schools!<br />
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But...I am glad school is back in session! May it last forever!My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-60447862926072042022012-08-18T21:54:00.001-07:002012-08-19T09:42:27.494-07:00another ride on the crazy trainToday was going to be a good day...I got to sleep in...on a Saturday.<br />
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But, as much as I tried...there was a lot of emotion...step-family stuff. So, decided to be better than the yuck and move on. I invited my Hubby out to a late lunch and a movie. Our typical date night (afternoon). Went to our favorite restaurant and saw the movie...Hope Springs. It was great!<br />
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Then came home to kids.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I hate when a simple incident becomes a flashback to my childhood. And when its my childhood...it's rarely a happy moment.</i></span><br />
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When I was getting Nash ready for bed he tattled on his sister. So typical. And since Sophie has been doing some really stupid things lately.....I am guessing it because of hormones and brain sludge from Summer.....so, I asked her about what Nash had said.<br />
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I could tell...she was not telling me the truth. And it was NOT a big deal but....I was raised with lies and have raised my children with truth. So, I asked her again and asked Nash again. Really??? Now, I am getting crazed because what had be accused was stupid and didn't really matter but, don't lie!<br />
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And before I knew it...the past was staring me in the face! I had to stand my children side by side and ask them to tell me the truth.<br />
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As a child, I had 2 brothers...1 Rick was 1 year younger and the other, Ryan, was 6 years younger. Mom was never home and if anything ever happened, she handed the punishment over to our step-Dad, Marv.<br />
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He would line us up and ask us a question. Rick...always lied! We could never tell on someone else, they had to confess. And if he went thru the line up and no one confessed.....the beatings commenced. We were told to go to our rooms and think about what we are doing to him, to Mom and to ourselves. I always got beat first because I was the oldest and should have known better.<br />
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He would come into my room. He would be dragging a leather belt. He would look at me and ask the question....and if I did NOT confess...he would take his belt and double it and hold it in his right hand. He would hold out his left hand and I would have to place my right hand in his left hand. And he would start beating. By holding my right hand and beating me with his right...it caused me to run....away. He loved that. Because then our family dog, Sammy, that only loved him.....would be able to chase our feet and bite our toes...while we ran in circles!<br />
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As soon as the begging started to get really good and we were falling...he would stop and go to the next person. Rick, no matter how guilty he was...he never confessed! So, the beating would happen to him.....and then Ryan. Ryan would always tell on Rick...which made Marv madder. And then he would come back to me. This would go on until someone confessed on their own or Marv got tired.<br />
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One time, it kept going on and on over the opening of a Pepsi bottle. I know...sounds stupid but someone popped the top on a 2 quart bottle of Pepsi and no one confessed! No one! So, when he got tired of betting us...he grounded us. We were grounded for over 3 months. We could only go out of our rooms for school and meals. At least my brothers had company since they shared a room.<br />
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I finally made it stop when I ran away.<br />
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Marv would line us up on occasion, ask us who did it? And beat us. Then back to our rooms. While I was confined to my room...I was also getting molested on a more frequent basis because now...I was really isolated. So, I had had it. I was 13 years old and was done! I ran out the front door...slamming it so hard because I really didn't know where to go. I just wanted it to stop. No one came out. No one heard...except my brothers....and they couldn't tell because....well....they couldn't.<br />
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I went to my friend, Joann's house. Her Mom was an alcoholic cocktail waitress that worked graveyard shift at one of the casinos. So she was either always drunk, passed out or.....working. So, I hung out there for several hours. And then Marv showed up with my Mom...who always claimed she knew nothing! Demanding that I come home because I am breaking rank and his rules.<br />
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And since Joann lived in an apartment, and Marv was loud and Mom was screaming that I had to come home....Joann's Mom woke up and threatened to call the police. So, I didn't want to get Joann in trouble. I got in the car with Mom and went back to my prison. When we got home...I told Mom about the molestations, about that I was going to tell the world what was going on. She promised it would stop.<br />
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You know it did not stop.<br />
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It was never spoken about again. We did get off grounding. But there still were beating just like before. And the molesting...now more underground but it really didn't need to be because Mom was never home. She was out sleeping around with everyone else BUT Marv. <span style="font-size: large;">Nope...she gave him me</span>.<br />
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Tonight, during the inquisition. I was a mess. As soon as Sophie figured out I was boarding the crazy train<img alt="" class="rg_hi uh_hi" data-height="257" data-width="196" height="257" id="rg_hi" src="https://encrypted-tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSU27BLNt2B3VrCDlWz8sdC8daxfBf1VRLsB_Je5WNNhXv5bd9H" style="height: 257px; width: 196px;" width="196" />...she revealed what happened. I did everything I could to maintain a normal stance...but I crumbled very fast. I apologized, grabbed some anxiety pills and went to the porch to have a panic attack. I hate those things!<br />
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I hate my children having to see their Mother buy the ticket on the crazy train. I am used to Sophie knowing. But, now Nash knows. It's shameful, it's humiliating, it's humbling, it's my reality. <br />
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My chest still hurts, my head hurts from the pounding headache. I wish that I had never been born. I wish that my Mom never had us kids. She was unfit. And yet here I am...dragging my precious children onto the crazy train with me. I am so, so sorry to my kids.<br />
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The crazy train sucks! I wish the crazy train did not know where my stop is.<br />
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The past, bleeds into the present....and as much as you don't want to hurt your children...you do, because you have that ticket...the ticket no one wants...to the crazy train!My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-43902109709960828172012-08-14T21:07:00.003-07:002012-08-14T21:07:30.566-07:00Get out....go to school! Please!<br />
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The kids go back to school on August 22nd!<br />
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As you know...that is a MAJOR HOLIDAY for parents!<br />
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I am practicing my Happy Dance...not that I need the practice. I have been doing it in my head for weeks now! <br />
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Sadly, the last 2 days....I am just done with the kids being home. They are bored. It's NASTY hot outside and Nash is getting prickly heat all over his body. And...honestly....I am sick of their faces! I would love 5 minutes to myself! I went into the bathroom the other day...just to "have a moment". Then I see the boys feet! I scream....OMG! GO AWAY! And now...the girl is joining in. Really??? You are almost 15 years old! Do you have to watch me sit on the toilet???<br />
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Yesterday...I relished the hours I spent at school copying the Back to School letter to parents from our <a href="http://www.supportsonoraschool.org/" target="_blank">PTO</a> I sat in the Teacher's Lounge and enjoyed the conversations with other adults. Altho they are teachers and are not as happy as I am about school starting.<br />
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So, officially....tomorrow it will be a week! ONE WEEK!<br />
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So, Lord...protect my babies....'cuz I do love them more than life itself! But, I have a shipment of stun guns and pepper spray for my new direct sell company arriving in days and I would hate to have to practice on them :)<br />
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Tonight...there is a sleepover going on in my house.<br />
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They are watching scary movies. So, lots of screaming! And lots of talking...LOUD talking!<br />
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I didn't do a lot of sleepovers but my daughter Sophie does.<br />
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I think it's a joke that they are called sleepovers.<br />
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They do NOT sleep at night! <br />
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Maybe they should be called "Keep your parents awake all night...so that you can sleep the next morning when they go to work" party.<br />
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I have gotten a lot of work done...since I can't sleep.<br />
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But, sleep would be nice!<br />
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My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-81334261322293519932012-08-10T22:36:00.000-07:002012-08-10T22:36:13.178-07:00have you done direct sales yet???<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I did an event tonight as <a href="http://www.errandgirlofsonora.com/" target="_blank">Errand Girl</a> and <a href="http://www.partyfavorsbyeg.com/" target="_blank">Party Favors by EG</a> at Ironstone Vineyards in Murphy's, CA. It was called a "Girls Night Out"...I had a blast! Lots of direct sale vendors and a few local artists. I got to meet a ton of nice women!<br />
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And...I do love to talk!<br />
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Anyway...I have been thinking about doing a direct sale company. But, nothing has really spoken to me. My hubby signed me up to win a free spa....and I bought BeautyControl. Not intentionally to sell. <br />
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I have looked at Grace Adele purses....I buy my purses at Target...the same style for years. Altho...their purses are GORGEOUS! And I would really like to do Jamberry, the vinyl nail shields. I had full intention of buying into that company...TONIGHT! But, she was not there!<br />
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I sat next to lady by the name of Rae Davis, selling Damsel in Defense. Wow! Cool company, I think I could work it with my own business because it is a woman product that is right for the times. And who wouldn't love a pink stun gun????<br />
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So, thinking about....what would I do best at.<br />
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I have even thought...the last time I saw this company...of hosting a party at school! It would be great!<br />
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Think I made my decision!My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-88460496305675069172012-08-05T21:59:00.003-07:002012-08-05T21:59:21.860-07:00driving lessonsMy baby drove a car today.<br />
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OK, I let her sit behind the wheel, with it in park and take her foot off the brake...a lot! She did circles and figure 8's in the parking lot. And when she couldn't go forward I let her put it in reverse and go backwards.<br />
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She was so excited!<br />
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I wanted her first experience to be something she will never forget! Something she can look at with great joy...........not wondering WTF?<br />
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I don't remember much of my first experience except it was awful. My step-Dad took me out and made me sit in the driver's seat of the car. He told me to start it. I had no idea how? He told me to put my foot on the brake and start the car. When I asked which one was the brake...he was horrified. He was calm but I was clueless.<br />
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I was never taught anything...just expected to know. How to drive, how to cook, how to do everything.<br />
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But, my step-Dad was a good teacher once he got that I had no clue. He taught me how to drive at over 100 miles an hour...because he said that I would so I should learn HOW to do it. I learned to go super fast and slam on the brakes and spin out. He was a new car lot manager in Las Vegas. He always had some kind of new car that he drove off the lot. I got to drive a 1979 Corvette...FAST! <br />
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Other things happened other than driving but that was a part of my life at the time. Still not sure what was worse...driving knowing that eventually, I would be putting out or driving with my Mom in car screaming to the top of her lungs how awful I was.<br />
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And when I finally got my license...exactly on the 16th birthday, God...I was horrible! But, I never killed anyone. I dented a lot of other cars! LOL And I did kinda hit someone. But, I was told by the officer that it was the guys fault. Pedestrians do not have the right of way in Las Vegas. So, when I went to make a right turn and he was in the crossing walk...he should have been paying attention. Not flailing onto my hood :)<br />
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As a parent...I am not ready for my baby to be driving. Being out there where I can't protect her. Nope...not ready at all!<br />
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So, have some fun and enter!My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-43452633402617460962012-08-02T21:01:00.003-07:002012-08-02T21:01:54.454-07:00Hunger Games...OMG!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I finally finished reading all of the <i>Hunger Games</i> books.<br />
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Sophie started reading them 2 years ago when my step-daughter Liz gave them to her when we visited in the Summer of 2010. I knew Sophie loved them immediately because she could NOT stop talking about them! I didn't start reading them until I saw the movie.<br />
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I devoured the first book, <i>Hunger Games</i>, in days!<br />
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But, as a busy Mom...I do NOT have time for relaxing reading. So, I had to wait a while before I could read <i>Catching Fire</i>. And Sophie was constantly.....READ <i>MOCKINGJAY</i>!<br />
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So, it's been a busy Summer here at VERY Busy Mom. So, when I finished the Humane Society's BBQ last Saturday night...I promised myself a break and to read the final book.<br />
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So, last night I was at 84% on my Kindle. I knew I had a busy morning so I scheduled time this afternoon to finish the book.<br />
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Sophie was bugging me with...are you done yet??<br />
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As a Mom who has been thru a lot! It spoke to me differently than it did my 14 year old daughter. I have seen bad things, lived bad things....know bad things happen everyday.<br />
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When I was done...I felt empty. Pissed! But...sad.<br />
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It reminded me of life...the life of those that are taken advantage of for the pleasure of others. I cried for Katniss, for Peeta, for her Mom, for Haymitch, for Finnick, for Prim, for all of the people that got fucked over in the book...which was everyone in every district and the Capital.<br />
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This...I tried to explain to my darling daughter...is how life can be.<br />
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There are those that will go along with whatever someone tells them. And then there are those that see the bullshit. But sometimes....you try to believe the bullshit to survive. And one day...you see the bullshit for what it is. And say no. NO....you can't tell me anymore that the sky is purple. I know the sky is blue! I know what I know! Your bullshit is not working anymore.<br />
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If you have not read the <i>Hunger Games</i>....you must! I know I was one of the last to read them...but....I loved them!<br />
<br />My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-36979533292090032702012-07-29T21:29:00.003-07:002012-07-29T21:29:35.656-07:002012 Summer Olympics in London...are you watching?I am watching as much as I can.<br />
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The Opening ceremony was amazing! I was glued to my seat the entire time it was so beautiful and majestic! I can't imagine what it took to bring all of that together and make it look so easy!<br />
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And having the Queen jump out of a plane...with James Bond. Wow!<br />
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I watched the bicycle racing with my son yesterday morning...he was transfixed. And watched teh women's diving team take Silver. wow! And women's skeet shooting...Gold! Hoot!<br />
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I am not an athlete....by any means! LOL But, I do love to watch the Olympics and cheer all of the athletes on! <br />
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Even those not from America! Because...just to get there...was a huge undertaking!<br />
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I have had a fear of the dentist since I was young. I was born with terrible teeth...terrible! I had 8 root canals before I was 12 years old. And that was back then....when a dinosaur held you down and used his claws to do all of the work. Ok...yes, I exaggerate but, I was traumatized!<br />
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I also was in a horrible accident that broke the front of my face. I went thru several surgeries that reconstructed the left side of my mouth and face....from the inside. I did it all without going under because I was poor and the insurance only went to so far.<br />
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But, I am also a Mom! And I have to take my kids to the dentist. Sophie is not so bad...since she has perfect teeth!<br />
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But...my son. Nash got his Mom's terrible teeth....and anxiety!<br />
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Yesterday....was teeth cleaning day. Now, you should know.....Nash has a severe gag reflex. SEVERE! So, putting anything in his mouth can and will cause vomiting. We have gone thru 2 dental hygienists. But, yesterday...we got #3. Trying to take the x-rays are hard! I always try to stay away to give them and Nash a clean slate to work from. I sit far away playing games on my iPhone to stay calm.<br />
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It never lasts.<br />
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Our hygienist was having a hard time....putting in the bite part and snapping the picture. I was pushing the button for a time so that she could do it manually. Finally....she was able to take the pictures...and get it done.<br />
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Then comes the teeth cleaning. Better than ever before...but NOT good!<br />
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Here comes the dentist...saying his tooth brushing skills are not great. I tell him that my Hubby and do our best to brush the boys teeth....but its a nightmare of epic proportions and we would much rather take a poker in the eye! And that there have been nights that I have offered my Hubby $1000 to just brush the teeth!<br />
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They laugh...but this is true!<br />
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Then the dentist announced that Nash has 4 molars and they need to be sealed. <br />
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I start making a deals with Nash...I will buy you whatever you want...just don't puke! Please!<br />
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We get back the private room, where they prep him for gas. I am thinking this is cool...make him loopy...that will work! They set him up with a movie in the ceiling and headphones.....not so bad. So, they put on the gas mask! No gas yet....just bubble gum flavored air.<br />
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It stays on too long and Nash gets nervous. He begs to have the mask off........and they concede!<br />
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So, it took 3 of us to get the sealant on and hold him down! 2 hours later....we are done!<br />
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OMG! The boy walked away with a gift bag, a pink balloon and a promise of a present at WaMart for all of this!<br />
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Another reason to hate the dentist!My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-75984107200968082832012-07-24T21:14:00.000-07:002012-07-24T21:14:04.371-07:00High Speed Rail vendor.....part 2So, today I drove down the hill to the Modesto DoubleTree by Hilton for the meeting of all interested contractors who are considered (the initials don't make sense unless you have them so...) disadvantaged (women, of color, handicapped or veterans...if I missed something, don;t kill me) and would like to be a part of the High Speed Rail Part 1 as a contractor.<br />
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I got there, sign up on a paper sign in and then on a computer. There were probably over 125 people there....not including those that were talking. The 3 prime contractors that were represented were Dragados, Samsung and Pulice. But, there was also the Small Business Administration, several insurance companies that specialize in these types of bids, bonding agencies, the State and Federal government to explain the BS. They gave their shpeel about how we are needed for their bidding. The state has required that they utilize 30% of the monies spent on this project to go to small business, disadvantaged business, veteran business and micro-business. 30% is HUGE Normally, these kinds of ids only require a measly 4% to 15%. So, they are actively looking for people like me.<br />
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The room was packed with so many people interested. Mostly....builders! Those doing concrete, building,...you know...macho kind of jobs. Not necessarily <a href="http://www.errandgirlofsonora.com/" target="_blank">Errand Girl</a> kind of jobs. So, I listened intently and wrote frantically! I have been around contractors before and know my way around bullshit! So, I started making a plan for the room! And started practicing MY line of <i>smoothery</i> :) And then....I put my business cards in my hand....and started talking!<br />
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I figured...start at the top! I went directly to the 3 big contractors! Introduced myself.....smiled and flirted! The guy from Samsung was a doll! I told him I was trying to figure out my place in this room and what I could do. We talked and laughed...he looked over my card and asked some questions......then looked at me and said...we need YOU to pull this all together! He said...you remind me of my wife....kicking butts and taking names! I said...well, yes sir...that is what I do! He said I really need someone like you for my courier, setting up events and helping to smooth out the ruffled feathers! YES! He did not put my card in his hand with all of the other cards he already had....he put my card in his breast pocket! HOT DAMN!<br />
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So now....I am feeling pretty good! I proceed to the other contractors and make an impressions. Both of them encourage me to add certain words to my application that will go into the database. SCORE!<br />
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I talk to all of the people who are here to make doing this work easier. I shake hands, I talk about Errand Girl...even talk about my blog! I tell them about my new Virtual Errand Girl services, I tell a couple of people about my sperm delivery services and teaching the divorced man how to do laundry and buy groceries. I got lots of laughs! They seem to love me...and give me more advise! I am told to add "this" word and "that" word to my application on their database!<br />
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I walk around to each table, each person...shake hands, give them a card and tell them what I do! And also tell them there is nothing I CAN'T do! <br />
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I gave away every business card I took with me. Every pamphlet......and blog card! And came home with a stack of information!<br />
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So, this is a multi-billion dollar project that will span over 4 years! I feel assured that I am going to get a piece of it.<br />
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Way to go Errand Girl! I am excited!<br />
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A couple of years back I fell into a client...the state of California. I jumped thru hoops and was classified as a woman owned business, small and disadvantaged. I know...that sounds hideous but it's only words.<br />
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So, since California is now starting to build its new high speed rail...I am being talked to...alot! I have been questioning their interested of my business. I am a small business that provides many services....
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more time</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">and not one of these services is hauling concrete, laying asphalt or any of the number of things that this rail system will need.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">So, after much dragging of my feet....and the constant barrage of emails from all 5 primes on the job...I am meeting with them tomorrow. This is what I could possibly do</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">NAICS Codes - Do you know what this is???? </span><span class="st"><i>North American Industry Classification System</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><br />519130 - Internet Publishing and Broadcasting and Web Search Portals<br />519190 - All Other Information Services<br />541430 - Graphic Design Services<br />541519 - Other Computer Related Services<br />541612 - Human Resources Consulting Services<br />541613 - Marketing Consulting Services<br />541840 - Media Representatives</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Of the over 100,000 job codes...this is possibly what I can do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">So, I have been emailing all of the Primes on this job and they all want to meet me. So, tomorrow...I will meet 3 of them. Should be interesting. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">I have not dealt with any type of construction workers/contractors since I was the Administration Assistant for the National Electrical Contractors Association and doing Safety trainings on job sites.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">So, wish me luck on....whatever path I am going on :) Tomorrow should be interesting! </span>My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-29310599317137568172012-07-21T21:43:00.003-07:002012-07-21T21:43:34.316-07:00Making choices....how to do it and still be who we areI have had to make some severe life choices in the past many years. They have NOT been easy to make. But, they made me a better person for making them. I try to not make choices without thinking them all the way through...especially the REALLY BIG ONES! The more I am choices that are for me....the easier they are for ME to make.<br />
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One again, I am reposting an article from <a href="http://www.purposefairy.com/" target="_blank">www.purposefairy.com</a> Yep....I love them!<em><strong><br /></strong></em><br />
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<em><strong>I believe the choice to be excellent begins with aligning
your thoughts and words with the intention to require more from
yourself. ~</strong></em><strong> Oprah Winfrey</strong><br />
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Making choices is probably the most stressful thing that we do as
humans. Or perhaps more accurately, the stressful thing we do is to
choose avoidance when we don’t like what choices we’re facing. This is
what creates the stress.<br />
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It doesn’t have to be that way though, especially if you don’t make
yourself solely responsible for the outcome of all the things that you
don’t like about your life. Basically we work like this: When we don’t
like the result of our choices, we blame ourselves and lose confidence
in our ability to make choices in the first place.<br />
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None of us can predict the outcome of every choice we make –
including how others will or won’t respond to the things we choose for
ourselves. And to think that we can, need to, or should is the enemy
that so often prevents the feeling of living with purpose.<br />
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What we can do, however, when we are fearful about making a choice,
is turn towards it, rather than away from it. Get uncomfortable for all
of five minutes (that’s literally the length of time of actual
discomfort at most), and make a decision in your mind to see how it
feels before you act on it. You can learn to do this in just a few
moments with practice.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">To help you, here are seven strategies for not only making choices, but creating choices that you did know you had:</span><br />
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<strong>1.</strong> When faced with a choice that you don’t like or
want to make, first ask yourself: “In this situation, what choice makes
me more of who I want to be in this world?” Your choices are a
reflection of what you value most in this world whether that’s love,
kindness, integrity, courage, or something else.<br />
<strong>2.</strong> Reflect on the choice you want to make and then
ask yourself: “How will I feel about this choice in 10 minutes? 10 days?
10 months? 10 years?” Your mind can imagine future feelings that will
help you to make big decisions like which job to take, what school to
attend, or who to marry, etc.<br />
<strong>3.</strong> Ask yourself a more beautiful question than:
“What should I do?” – I guarantee that the answer is never good when the
word “should” appears.<br />
<em>Substitute with:</em> What’s the courageous thing to do? What is
the loving thing to do? What is the life-serving thing to do? Or make up
your own more beautiful question!<br />
<strong>4.</strong> When in doubt, ask for some space and time before
you answer. A few minutes. An hour. A day. A week. No one expects you
to answer right away (except you). This way you can still your mind and
feel into the right choice for you.<br />
<strong>5.</strong> Find a “private ear” – someone that will mirror
back what you really want for yourself. There’s always a part of you
speaking your truth amongst the jumble of other stuff you’re saying.
Well-meaning, highly invested people are well-meaning, highly invested
listeners.<br />
<strong>6.</strong> Always give yourself permission to choose again.
And again. And again. Practice making choices! If you choose and it
doesn’t go well, no need to be stubborn and think “I promised.” No one
really benefits when you do something that you don’t want to because it
shows and builds resentment.<br />
<strong>7.</strong> It’s okay to re-open a decision with: <em>“I
thought this was what I wanted, but now that I have more
insight/information/awareness of how I’m really feeling, I’ve decided …”</em>
You will like yourself better for doing this plus you build genuine
relationships this way – the kind that you actually want in your life.<br />
The goal: To feel more at home in the world. Of course!<br />
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This article was written by <strong>Sabrina Ali</strong>.
Sabrina is a Career Counselor and the author of the Bliss Kit: a
digital guide to authentic career creation.My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-16706397299373009002012-07-19T15:07:00.001-07:002012-07-19T20:50:28.866-07:00Fancygloves.com new advertiser!Welcome everyone <a href="http://www.fancygloves.com/" target="_blank">fancygloves.com</a> My newest advertiser!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">I have been doing work as a Virtual Assistant for over 3 years, but I
never advertised myself as one…I called myself a Girl Friday (that’s what extra help was called a million
years ago) or just <a href="http://www.errandgirlofsonora.com/" target="_blank">Errand Girl</a>. I am someone
you could have come in, a couple of hours or a few weeks…whenever you needed extra
help in your business. Now, that extra
help can be provided without someone coming into your office or home. That extra help can come to you…virtually!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>So, how is that possible??</b></span> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">The virtual portion
means I work using technology to complete your assignments; I don’t physically
come into your office and work from a desk there. I work from my office which
is located in my home.</span></div>
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can remotely connect to your office computer to complete your assignments. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="-moz-font-feature-settings: normal; -moz-font-language-override: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"></span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I
can maintain your newsletter via numerous webmail programs and the same with
various shopping carts available. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="-moz-font-feature-settings: normal; -moz-font-language-override: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"></span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I
can provide maintenance & updates your website or blog.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="-moz-font-feature-settings: normal; -moz-font-language-override: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"></span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I
can type your letters, emails; design your brochures, press releases. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="-moz-font-feature-settings: normal; -moz-font-language-override: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"></span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I
can make your follow up phone calls; send your emails, schedule appointments, book
speaking engagements, plan a trip or vacation.
</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I
can maintain and update your social networking sites like Twitter, Facebook,
LinkedIn and many others.</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">And
I complete all of these tasks using the Internet. I have a very high speed
internet connection…so, just tell me what you would like me to do and I can do
it<span style="font-size: small;"><b>! </b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Does
virtual assistant cost more than an employee??</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Yes and no.
I would cost more than a regular employee.
But, I would only work when you wanted a job done. When you hire me as your Virtual Assistant…you
get a professional assistant that is dedicated to you 100%. I complete your tasks faster, with accuracy
and professionalism. And when you don't need me...I am gone :)</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">So, how can you save me money???</span></b></span><br />
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I don't use your office space or equipment. And since I am not an employee.....you don't pay payroll taxes or worker's compensation, vacations, sick pay or holidays!<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large; line-height: 115%;">Are
you are looking for someone who can...</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Type
programs</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Create
newsletters</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Scan
business cards</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Data Entry</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Direct
Mailings</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Online
Customer Service (emails, chat, social media)</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Offline
Customer Service (inbound/outbound phones)</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Article/Guest
Posting Submissions</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Research</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Blog
Assistant</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Social Media
Manager</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Ezine
Creation</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Transcription</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Content
Writing</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Proofreading</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Podcast
Editing and Submission</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Website/Blog
Design</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Website/Blog
Maintenance</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Appointment
Setting</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Book
Speaking Engagements</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Resumes</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Desktop
Publishing</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Order Fulfillment
(Physical and/or Digital) </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">Then…you need to talk to
or <a href="mailto:virtualerrandgirl@me.com" target="_blank">email me</a>! </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 110%;">I am the answer you have
been looking for!</span></div>My life....as a Mom and Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07975437594191329848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2545025011903826574.post-10366312022627472842012-07-14T22:19:00.002-07:002012-07-15T21:50:35.000-07:00Get Married Modesto! a new advertiser!I am so excited to present my newest advertiser!<br />
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