I am exhausted, I'm not usually up this late...I have been trying to find my purpose in life, and consciously trying to decide what part of my past I'm supposed to be reflecting on to share with the world to make it a better place.
I've been exploring a variety of my life experiences from being diagnosed with MS, having a stroke, living on the streets, going to a top art school, and soooooo many other bad movie plot themes I've lived. One of them though is my story that involves:
An Oregon School for Troubled Teens Is Under Scrutiny
I ran away from this school 14 years ago. I was 14 years old and this place was straight up psycho. I was lied to, my parents were told to lie to me, and the result was that I ended up running away, being on the streets for weeks before even letting my family know that I was okay and began the journey back home.
I only recently discovered CAFETY and ASTART both of which I want to get involved with. The experiences I had were not good, and if anything hardened me into someone who wasn't scared. I got into more and much deeper trouble after my experiences in these places, not better, and the trust and friendships broken are still suffering, though I'm working my hardest to fix this.
I didn't stop getting in trouble until I didn't have to depend on an unstable family situation, in other words I turned 16 and got my driver's license.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Lesson 0527
All's pretty well, I feel like I'm out of the mud most of the way and am in the process of wiping it off of me before the final rinse.
I get angry at people sometimes because I don't take care of myself I realized. It is an interesting thing to realize. A crystal clear example would be related to the days/weeks after Hazel was born. Other people were going through trials at the same time, which I interpreted as less attention/concern for me. Reality is that it was completely irrelevant, other people have their own trials! The real guilty party was myself. If I needed more support and to relax more (which I did) I should have asked for it instead of wasting time musing over promises I interpreted as broken.
I still haven't learned though. In fact, I think that since it took time to realize that, I've gotten worse. I'm not standing up for myself regarding the parties I'm throwing. Nobody is doing a thing to me, yet I'm suffering. Events are going too late at night, I want to be with my girls and likewise they want to be with me. I say it is getting worse because it is not just me suffering, it is them too. Tonight was a perfect example of a catastrophe caused by my decision to keep my parties late so as to fit someone else's schedule (which was my choice). I did follow through with one lesson, which was to ask for help when it is needed, that was a success and I did get support where I asked for it, and Kenzie had a place to go while I had a party. However, the party went late, as they tend to do, and so by the time I went to get Kenzie she was EXTREMELY tired. Remember this girl got up around 6am this morning (again, because I didn't stand up for her right to sleep), and she was still up late because I had made plans which interupted sleep whereas I could have requested a sleep over, or not had a party so late. So back to what happened, she's tired, and when you have a tired 3 year old...rationale is completely irrelevent. I was carrying baby Hazel, and trying to explain to Kenzie, why she had to climb onto my back so we could walk home. I gave her the option of walking too, she didn't care what I was saying, she was holding a beautiful big pink balloon that didn't belong to her and was screaming loudly that she wanted and intended to keep it. I explained that we can't take things that belong to our friends. I explained that if we do take things from our friends we won't be welcome at their house anymore. I gave her the serious mom look that brings her to tears and said "Let go NOW.". Finally I physically pulled the balloon out of her hands (not difficult, it was just a short string), might have burned a little bit. Then I insisted (begged/demanded) that it was time to go NOW and that Hazel needed to sleep (bad move, tried using the guilt trip method...didn't work). I told her that I would carry her on my back. She said she wanted me to carry her on my front (I had Hazel in a carrier). I explained that someday we could put Hazel on my back when she is bigger and then I can carry K in front/H in back but tonight was not the time. She went back to screaming. Turned out that the screaming was over a little postcard for some kind of car show that the kids stumbled across...a good 20 minute bad tantrum...all about a postcard. Because I let the party go late. I scheduled the party late. I know parties go late. I decided to have the party anyway. I suffered. She sufferred. Hazel, who eventually had tears of sympathy sufferred too.
I need to respect all of us more. I need to make sure our sleep needs are met. I need to be clear about my needs and requests, ensuring that they all meet all of the required needs. I need to stop causing disasters.
Long story short...parties happen when there is something for the kids to do and doesn't interrupt sleep.
I read my horoscope, tomorrow is supposed to be a really lucky day...I didn't make any sales tonight, but I think I will go ahead and make a ton of calls when Hazel is asleep and Kenzie is at school. I'm going to make sure I eat too though, so I don't get impatient with the girls when they want me off the phone. I'm also not going to drink too much caffeine for the same reason. I will also make sure I DO get my morning black tea, and zrii, AND some kind of food as opposed to todays half a breakfast sandwich, latte, smoothie, M&M's, half a string cheese, and half a yogurt along with an english muffin with peanut butter.
I'm going to write some things I accomplished as well, I mailed 3 things that were waiting, one was rushed because it is for health insurance and needs to be done pronto so as to avoid hassle. I got that done and handled Hazel smoothly. I spoke to another parent about setting up playdates which is something I've been meaning to do. I cleared out the bathroom and made it look very clean and organized which still surprises even me. Same thing (almost) with the living room. Only funny part of all that is that I have not been able to find anything since, lol, cleaning frenzies don't suit me & I'm okay with that. I'm very lucky that most nights that I have parties Geoff is home to be with the girls, and now that I have a pump he can even feed them both as well. What a relief, it's an accomplishment for me to admit a pump is a good thing and will help us all because I've resisted it.
Tomorrow's going to be a good day. I'm not angry with myself, though I can see how this post would look like it, I'm merely publically admitting I see fault in my behavior and stating my intention to improve it. It will happen, I'm on a journey of improving myself that has just started and I have a lot to get done, I'm not going to rush it though, nor will I waste any time.
I get angry at people sometimes because I don't take care of myself I realized. It is an interesting thing to realize. A crystal clear example would be related to the days/weeks after Hazel was born. Other people were going through trials at the same time, which I interpreted as less attention/concern for me. Reality is that it was completely irrelevant, other people have their own trials! The real guilty party was myself. If I needed more support and to relax more (which I did) I should have asked for it instead of wasting time musing over promises I interpreted as broken.
I still haven't learned though. In fact, I think that since it took time to realize that, I've gotten worse. I'm not standing up for myself regarding the parties I'm throwing. Nobody is doing a thing to me, yet I'm suffering. Events are going too late at night, I want to be with my girls and likewise they want to be with me. I say it is getting worse because it is not just me suffering, it is them too. Tonight was a perfect example of a catastrophe caused by my decision to keep my parties late so as to fit someone else's schedule (which was my choice). I did follow through with one lesson, which was to ask for help when it is needed, that was a success and I did get support where I asked for it, and Kenzie had a place to go while I had a party. However, the party went late, as they tend to do, and so by the time I went to get Kenzie she was EXTREMELY tired. Remember this girl got up around 6am this morning (again, because I didn't stand up for her right to sleep), and she was still up late because I had made plans which interupted sleep whereas I could have requested a sleep over, or not had a party so late. So back to what happened, she's tired, and when you have a tired 3 year old...rationale is completely irrelevent. I was carrying baby Hazel, and trying to explain to Kenzie, why she had to climb onto my back so we could walk home. I gave her the option of walking too, she didn't care what I was saying, she was holding a beautiful big pink balloon that didn't belong to her and was screaming loudly that she wanted and intended to keep it. I explained that we can't take things that belong to our friends. I explained that if we do take things from our friends we won't be welcome at their house anymore. I gave her the serious mom look that brings her to tears and said "Let go NOW.". Finally I physically pulled the balloon out of her hands (not difficult, it was just a short string), might have burned a little bit. Then I insisted (begged/demanded) that it was time to go NOW and that Hazel needed to sleep (bad move, tried using the guilt trip method...didn't work). I told her that I would carry her on my back. She said she wanted me to carry her on my front (I had Hazel in a carrier). I explained that someday we could put Hazel on my back when she is bigger and then I can carry K in front/H in back but tonight was not the time. She went back to screaming. Turned out that the screaming was over a little postcard for some kind of car show that the kids stumbled across...a good 20 minute bad tantrum...all about a postcard. Because I let the party go late. I scheduled the party late. I know parties go late. I decided to have the party anyway. I suffered. She sufferred. Hazel, who eventually had tears of sympathy sufferred too.
I need to respect all of us more. I need to make sure our sleep needs are met. I need to be clear about my needs and requests, ensuring that they all meet all of the required needs. I need to stop causing disasters.
Long story short...parties happen when there is something for the kids to do and doesn't interrupt sleep.
I read my horoscope, tomorrow is supposed to be a really lucky day...I didn't make any sales tonight, but I think I will go ahead and make a ton of calls when Hazel is asleep and Kenzie is at school. I'm going to make sure I eat too though, so I don't get impatient with the girls when they want me off the phone. I'm also not going to drink too much caffeine for the same reason. I will also make sure I DO get my morning black tea, and zrii, AND some kind of food as opposed to todays half a breakfast sandwich, latte, smoothie, M&M's, half a string cheese, and half a yogurt along with an english muffin with peanut butter.
I'm going to write some things I accomplished as well, I mailed 3 things that were waiting, one was rushed because it is for health insurance and needs to be done pronto so as to avoid hassle. I got that done and handled Hazel smoothly. I spoke to another parent about setting up playdates which is something I've been meaning to do. I cleared out the bathroom and made it look very clean and organized which still surprises even me. Same thing (almost) with the living room. Only funny part of all that is that I have not been able to find anything since, lol, cleaning frenzies don't suit me & I'm okay with that. I'm very lucky that most nights that I have parties Geoff is home to be with the girls, and now that I have a pump he can even feed them both as well. What a relief, it's an accomplishment for me to admit a pump is a good thing and will help us all because I've resisted it.
Tomorrow's going to be a good day. I'm not angry with myself, though I can see how this post would look like it, I'm merely publically admitting I see fault in my behavior and stating my intention to improve it. It will happen, I'm on a journey of improving myself that has just started and I have a lot to get done, I'm not going to rush it though, nor will I waste any time.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Sharing stories...
I'm trying to decide what methods I want to use to record the stories that I want to get out of my system, to share in some way. I figure I can journal it...blog it...do a show like Geoff does (podcast) or something similar. Topics I'd like to get out of my system, and probably discuss are the why's how's and effect's of:
Survival Camp
Divorce
Medical Trauma
Abusive Relationship
Promiscuity
Drugs
Guilt trips
Single Parenting
Moving
Boarding School
Manipulation
Rejection
I'm inclined to, for myself start out by:
Survival Camp
Divorce
Medical Trauma
Abusive Relationship
Promiscuity
Drugs
Guilt trips
Single Parenting
Moving
Boarding School
Manipulation
Rejection
I'm inclined to, for myself start out by:
- Writing an essay about each of those topics, probably start with my experience, potentially even interview those involved at some point about their recollection as well if it seems necessary.
- Write another one based on research, once I've done both of these I'm curious to see how long they will be, even if they might be book worthy.
- Some of these topics at this point I'm desperate to talk about, for instance the experiences that I had when I was sent away to the desert to be fixed...I want to talk to parents as well as kids who have/might have to go through something like that and I would LOVE to talk to other people who went through this to compare notes on the outcome...same thing with an involuntary boarding school enrollment. I think it would be healthy to first record my experience and insights somewhere.
- I don't know what will come after all of this, I was told by a psychic that I'm carrying around a lot that I need to embrace, and not reject which is why I'm inclined to share. If I'm not confident enough to share my experiences then I don't feel like I'm truly embracing them, more like I'm continuing to repress and let them bring my opinion of myself down even more. I was described as standing on a volcano terrified of lava that really represents power that I possess but fear. Time to get over these fears and embrace them...I'm going to go start typing offline now...
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Purpose
Being a mom is wonderful. The experience of my body expanding, filling with the multiplying cells originating from a moment of passion and the violent exiting of those cells in the form of a new person brings about many many feelings. Something that starts so intimately, then gets even more intimate when you feel movements of this little being that nobody else can even comprehend and is so strong just between carrier and package gets stronger and stronger up until the end. The end is excruciating, my body deciding that the time is now, get out of my body now. Knowing that the beautiful connection felt only inside of me is now public. It is shared, claimed, stamped and repossessed. Instead of being a part of me, now what was created within is expelled and made independent creating new connections not involving the source at all.
Now, I feel a longing, to find a purpose within myself, by myself and me. However I feel that my purpose is to nourish, and watch as all around me grows in mind body and spirit, while I stagnate. feel like my insides are just rotting. Where I felt at different points in my life I had potential, saw potential, and claimed, shouted and rejoiced in the potential that I felt, there is now what feels like a sentence placed on me to wait because it isn't my turn. Just have faith that someday it will be, and I'll have my chance. I have passion, stories, lessons along with fears, and terrors that need to be dealt with, and I hope that I'm able to find a way to deal with that soon, be it through my paintings, talking, listening or just crying my eyes out. I want to really be okay with and love myself just like I seem to.
I just called into a show, a blog talk show of psychics and was told I need to embrace scary parts of myself to reach my potential, so I am taking this as a sign that it is time to share my stories so I can reclaim this energy being used to hold it in...now I just need to figure out how I'm going to do this.
Maybe I have reached my life story rock bottom...or filled it to the top so much it is over flowing, and I just need to embrace them as a part of me rather than just pack them down to be ignored.
Now, I feel a longing, to find a purpose within myself, by myself and me. However I feel that my purpose is to nourish, and watch as all around me grows in mind body and spirit, while I stagnate. feel like my insides are just rotting. Where I felt at different points in my life I had potential, saw potential, and claimed, shouted and rejoiced in the potential that I felt, there is now what feels like a sentence placed on me to wait because it isn't my turn. Just have faith that someday it will be, and I'll have my chance. I have passion, stories, lessons along with fears, and terrors that need to be dealt with, and I hope that I'm able to find a way to deal with that soon, be it through my paintings, talking, listening or just crying my eyes out. I want to really be okay with and love myself just like I seem to.
I just called into a show, a blog talk show of psychics and was told I need to embrace scary parts of myself to reach my potential, so I am taking this as a sign that it is time to share my stories so I can reclaim this energy being used to hold it in...now I just need to figure out how I'm going to do this.
Maybe I have reached my life story rock bottom...or filled it to the top so much it is over flowing, and I just need to embrace them as a part of me rather than just pack them down to be ignored.
Friday, May 15, 2009
One Month
So hard to believe that it has already been a month...WOW.
Hazel is doing so well, she holds her head up as much as she can and is kicking those legs a lot, if she is laying down and there is something to push on with her legs she'll do it! She's gotten a few good handfuls of hair too, (usually mine or Kenzie's).
I'm gradually learning what kinds of foods seem to irritate her little tummy...first culprit is milk products, second is beans...in a moment of hunger I decided to make a bean soup (chili-ish) and that did NOT make for a sound night of sleeping at all...especially considering I ate it for lunch and dinner, by after dinner time she was getting the effects of lunch, and you can guess how the rest of the night went. So I'm avoiding dairy and beans, meaning WIC is not coming in handy as far as my nutritional needs go! Maybe I'll just eat the eggs, carrots and tuna...?
So I'm exhausted, but feel like I'm bonding with my baby girl so that is good...I really hope she starts smiling more though.
Hazel is doing so well, she holds her head up as much as she can and is kicking those legs a lot, if she is laying down and there is something to push on with her legs she'll do it! She's gotten a few good handfuls of hair too, (usually mine or Kenzie's).
I'm gradually learning what kinds of foods seem to irritate her little tummy...first culprit is milk products, second is beans...in a moment of hunger I decided to make a bean soup (chili-ish) and that did NOT make for a sound night of sleeping at all...especially considering I ate it for lunch and dinner, by after dinner time she was getting the effects of lunch, and you can guess how the rest of the night went. So I'm avoiding dairy and beans, meaning WIC is not coming in handy as far as my nutritional needs go! Maybe I'll just eat the eggs, carrots and tuna...?
So I'm exhausted, but feel like I'm bonding with my baby girl so that is good...I really hope she starts smiling more though.
Monday, May 11, 2009
So grown up...
I confess that yes...this may be somewhat hormone driven.
It has been going on for about four weeks now, really some time before that but it stepped to another level 4 weeks ago. What I'm talking about is the realization that my baby, my Kenzie-girl, who made me a mother in the first place is growing up. OBVIOUSLY all kids are growing up, to announce it probably seems really silly to those of you without kids as I admit it is a total 'duh' statement. But seriously, she is growing up! Each day that goes by, when I leave her at night to go have 'grown-up' time I tear up and often cry, feeling like I'll wake up tomorrow and she'll be in high school or something, she'll be 4 in September if you don't know how old she really is.
There is so much of her that is still an infant...if she is tired or hungry, the id comes out and she cries, yells, hits, does anything to communicate that there is some need not being met. I confess that as much of an enforcer as I am, I love to pick her up and cradle her til she stops crying, then the grown-up part happens and we have a talk about whatever it is that happened/is happening and she'll nod her sweet little head at me with her dewy eyes and crack some kind of a joke or something before she runs off to play.
Yesterday it jumped to another level when we went to church (UU) and both Kenzie and Hazel had a blessing ceremony which was amazing and very surprising because it turned out to be JUST Kenzie and Hazel. We'd discussed it with the pastor and confirmed the week before but I had no idea that there wouldn't be other kids involved, it really was an honor. I think for Kenzie it made her feel kind of shy until she realized that she got a rose at the end, which is precious, the beautiful pink flower made it all ok. She reached over and hugged Hazel (who was in Geoff's arm too...total Kodak moment but I don't think anyone had a camera) too which was just so achingly sweet. It was a while after this that I really came close to a full break down of sobbing...and that was when the children were read a story, well, we all were, that was about a mother who sang a song to her son as a baby, a toddler, a kid, teenager, man, etc. until she passed away and it was one of the sweetest simplest songs I've heard (that doesn't go along to the ABC tune!). Most of the church sang along, many through tears I'm sure. Now I have brought the song into our routine, singing it to Kenzie and Hazel at night...I'll type the words here since there is NO way I'm singing and posting an audio clip!:
I love you for-e-ver
I like you for al-ways
So long as I'm li-ving
my baby you'll be...
I've been repeating it about 8-12 times a night at least I think...Kenzie will sing along too and switches the baby for the word mommy...totally breaks my heart in a good way, in that it's growing more than it seems possible.
She also attended the same sibling preparation class that we took her to before Hazel was born and she was the only big sister there. She got to show everyone else ages 2-7 how she holds her baby sister, and she didn't even get upset when all the other kids got a turn to holding Hazel, I'm consistently amazed at how generous she is, I learn so much from her and hope to someday be as thoughtful and selfless as I see her being so often. I can see her being one of those women who buys a yummy muffin or something she's been waiting for all day, takes a bite, see's someone who is hungry and gives them the whole thing with a real smile on her face.
Now I see my new little tiny almost-four-week-old girl stirring across the table where she's on her patient and loving daddy's chest...just about time to go sing goodnight to her too now so long as I can stop crying too much to sing!! My day started this morning beautifully with Hazel giving me a little smile...she woke up before Kenzie and gave me three smiles looking right at me, absolutely made my day start out beautifully.
It has been going on for about four weeks now, really some time before that but it stepped to another level 4 weeks ago. What I'm talking about is the realization that my baby, my Kenzie-girl, who made me a mother in the first place is growing up. OBVIOUSLY all kids are growing up, to announce it probably seems really silly to those of you without kids as I admit it is a total 'duh' statement. But seriously, she is growing up! Each day that goes by, when I leave her at night to go have 'grown-up' time I tear up and often cry, feeling like I'll wake up tomorrow and she'll be in high school or something, she'll be 4 in September if you don't know how old she really is.
There is so much of her that is still an infant...if she is tired or hungry, the id comes out and she cries, yells, hits, does anything to communicate that there is some need not being met. I confess that as much of an enforcer as I am, I love to pick her up and cradle her til she stops crying, then the grown-up part happens and we have a talk about whatever it is that happened/is happening and she'll nod her sweet little head at me with her dewy eyes and crack some kind of a joke or something before she runs off to play.
Yesterday it jumped to another level when we went to church (UU) and both Kenzie and Hazel had a blessing ceremony which was amazing and very surprising because it turned out to be JUST Kenzie and Hazel. We'd discussed it with the pastor and confirmed the week before but I had no idea that there wouldn't be other kids involved, it really was an honor. I think for Kenzie it made her feel kind of shy until she realized that she got a rose at the end, which is precious, the beautiful pink flower made it all ok. She reached over and hugged Hazel (who was in Geoff's arm too...total Kodak moment but I don't think anyone had a camera) too which was just so achingly sweet. It was a while after this that I really came close to a full break down of sobbing...and that was when the children were read a story, well, we all were, that was about a mother who sang a song to her son as a baby, a toddler, a kid, teenager, man, etc. until she passed away and it was one of the sweetest simplest songs I've heard (that doesn't go along to the ABC tune!). Most of the church sang along, many through tears I'm sure. Now I have brought the song into our routine, singing it to Kenzie and Hazel at night...I'll type the words here since there is NO way I'm singing and posting an audio clip!:
I love you for-e-ver
I like you for al-ways
So long as I'm li-ving
my baby you'll be...
I've been repeating it about 8-12 times a night at least I think...Kenzie will sing along too and switches the baby for the word mommy...totally breaks my heart in a good way, in that it's growing more than it seems possible.
She also attended the same sibling preparation class that we took her to before Hazel was born and she was the only big sister there. She got to show everyone else ages 2-7 how she holds her baby sister, and she didn't even get upset when all the other kids got a turn to holding Hazel, I'm consistently amazed at how generous she is, I learn so much from her and hope to someday be as thoughtful and selfless as I see her being so often. I can see her being one of those women who buys a yummy muffin or something she's been waiting for all day, takes a bite, see's someone who is hungry and gives them the whole thing with a real smile on her face.
Now I see my new little tiny almost-four-week-old girl stirring across the table where she's on her patient and loving daddy's chest...just about time to go sing goodnight to her too now so long as I can stop crying too much to sing!! My day started this morning beautifully with Hazel giving me a little smile...she woke up before Kenzie and gave me three smiles looking right at me, absolutely made my day start out beautifully.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Multi-tasking...???
So..I'm having a hard time keeping up with myself, I feel like I'm doing a lot at once, so I just stopped what I was doing, and decided to evaluate.
I grabbed a pen, and started looking at all the tabs open in the browsers I have open on my computer (there are two windows open), and this is all that I have open: Arbonne.com to look at my numbers, MyArbonne.com to configure my site calender, MailChimp.com to set up my mailing list for the new monthly newsletter, USAA.com looking at my credit monitoring service, ClubPenguin.com which was open from Kenzie playing this morning, AlkiArtFair.org to look up requirements for selling my artwork at the upcoming Art Fair, Zoho.com where I was configuring a CRM application to see if I liked the way they did it, Gmail so I could, well, check my email, Meetup.com where I was updating all my different group profiles & update RSVP's, TipIt.com where I set up a tipit button you can see on this site (upper right), Blogger.com which is where I am now typing all this, Salesforce.com which I'm also evaluating for CRM, Facebook.com which I didn't even get to doing anything yet, forget why I signed on there, & three tabs were for the Seattle Parks & Recreation where I was signing up Kenzie for classes...whew.
Now everyone's home, so all the work is on hold for a couple hourse ;-)
I grabbed a pen, and started looking at all the tabs open in the browsers I have open on my computer (there are two windows open), and this is all that I have open: Arbonne.com to look at my numbers, MyArbonne.com to configure my site calender, MailChimp.com to set up my mailing list for the new monthly newsletter, USAA.com looking at my credit monitoring service, ClubPenguin.com which was open from Kenzie playing this morning, AlkiArtFair.org to look up requirements for selling my artwork at the upcoming Art Fair, Zoho.com where I was configuring a CRM application to see if I liked the way they did it, Gmail so I could, well, check my email, Meetup.com where I was updating all my different group profiles & update RSVP's, TipIt.com where I set up a tipit button you can see on this site (upper right), Blogger.com which is where I am now typing all this, Salesforce.com which I'm also evaluating for CRM, Facebook.com which I didn't even get to doing anything yet, forget why I signed on there, & three tabs were for the Seattle Parks & Recreation where I was signing up Kenzie for classes...whew.
Now everyone's home, so all the work is on hold for a couple hourse ;-)
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Franchising
Today was my second meeting to learn about franchising as a career move...my impression so far is that it is intriguing, though it seems so expensive! It is something that you apply for as well, so you can't seem to just buy in and do it, but you have to apply, be evaluated, and MAYBE you can have a particular kind of franchise. I took some kind of personality tests that determine my working styles (DISC...I'm a high I and very low C, and mid/high D/S) which was very accurate in it's description of me and now my coach is helping to evaluate and determine what kinds of franchises would be a good fit for me.
It is very interesting to learn more about it, we'll see if I end up being a franchise owner! I am very interested in seeing what comes up as options for me.
It is very interesting to learn more about it, we'll see if I end up being a franchise owner! I am very interested in seeing what comes up as options for me.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Big Party Thursday for Staff Appreciation
I'm working with two of my Arbonne partners to throw a big party at Kenzie's old daycare this week to pamper the staff during Staff Appreciation week...
It is definitely the biggest Arbonne party that I've been involved with so far!! There should be around 30 staff that are coming. We'll be focusing on sharing the spa, health, & aromatherapy lines and signing people up for some makeover parties as well.
Looking forward to it!!
It is definitely the biggest Arbonne party that I've been involved with so far!! There should be around 30 staff that are coming. We'll be focusing on sharing the spa, health, & aromatherapy lines and signing people up for some makeover parties as well.
Looking forward to it!!
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