I had my first meeting with my first prospect and it went well! So well in fact, I suspect they may even become my first customer! HOORAY! Maybe this crazy idea of working for myself isn’t so far fetched after all!
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Feminazi Boobie Shaking
I got some bugs up my butt. I know this may sound really odd coming from a person who is a super advocate of women-only education but I am so tired of all the women only organizations, committees and blogs out there. I was just reading SCORE’s newletter and saw the following list of links:
- Women’s Blog
- Ask An Expert Blog
Women’s Blog? Why? I clicked on it and there’s nothing there that wouldn’t apply to men too. Why exclude men? And think of how horrifying it would be if there was a link that said, “Men’s Blog.” Or is that the expert’s blog? Ouch! Why can’t we get beyond this separation for certain groups? Women and blacks but not white men. I can understand in the beginning needing something that might pertain to women only but we’ve come a long way, baby. I think it’s time we start smoking Marlboro’s.
The other bug up my butt is women who somehow find it empowering to pose nude or scantily clad. I went to the C4L Regional Conference last week and swam in a sea of literature and speeches that proclaimed INDIVIDUAL RIGHTS! INDIVIDUAL LIBERTIES! We don’t support African American rights, Gay rights, Women’s rights… WE SUPPORT AN INDIVIDUAL’S RIGHTS! There is no need to separate ourselves into groups because we are individuals first and foremost and we own ourselves! Lovely. I loved it. I really did. And then I walked around the vendors’ tables and came upon LOLA: Ladies of Liberty Alliance. They were selling a calendar featuring their prettiest members in various states of undress. WHY? WHY? “It’s empowering!” No diesel is empowering, this is just stupid. I am sorry. I support your right to do this but I have to question your sanity. Pose nearly nude and sell calendars— fine. Do it. I don’t care. But do you have to do it in the name of Liberty? Do you have to do it here? This is a political movement. Can’t we rise above this crazy urge to shake our boobies at all the unkempt Libertarian men? Do it on your own time. You want to raise money for the Liberty movement? Sell baked goods. Sell paintings of pug dogs. Sell some bars of soap. (God knows some of these people need it). Let’s just be people and come together and do the right thing.
OH, so you are doing this because women are shy and they are afraid to come to regular meetings and learn more about the Liberty movement. Well, I doubt these shy ladies are going to seek you gals out because of your sexy calendar. The more I think about it, it’s just a way to separate and splinter ourselves more. And it’s a great way to sexualize and objectify (and even insult) the few women who are in the movement.
Yeah, so in conclusion, I just don’t agree. It’s your right to do as you please and you are certainly not trampling on any of my rights. (And judging from all the guys wearing LOLA stickers at the conference, I am clearly in the minority here) I just wish you ladies could have come up with a better way of raising money and awareness. Shake your boobies someplace else. (Sorry, for that last sentence, I just like using the word boobies).
I feel better now. I am all ranted out. Thank you .
Just thinkin’ about a Secret…
I just listened to a motivational speech online. It was all about visualizing what you want to accomplish. Our future selves manifest within our current thoughts and dreams. It’s important to daydream and imagine how we want our lives to be like. Blah blah blah. All good stuff. And I felt inspired! So inspired, I went for a walk in the drizzly rain without an umbrella. As I walked, I thought of how rarely I daydream anymore. When I was a kid I was a full time daydreamer! Considering how much time and energy I put into my daydreams as a kid- the sheer amount of visualization and desperate wanting, WHY ISN’T THE MILLENNIUM FALCON SITTING IN MY DRIVEWAY?
I guess it’s about visualizing what can be accomplished within our space-time continuum and not George Lucas’s imagination.
Secret Greeter
I went to a business networking meeting this morning. It started at 7am… SHARP! I was a guest. You see, I ran into one of my old clients the other day and told him of my desire to start my own business and he said that this networking club could be very helpful and I should attend as his guest. It’s once a week and it’s all about receiving leads and giving leads. Everyone helps everyone. And it’s the perfect way to grow a business. I decided I had nothing to lose so I went. Everyone was very nice. Right after breakfast, the president of the group asked me to stand up.
“Donna, you were the secret greeter. Can you please point out anyone who DID NOT greet you?”
The eyes of the 75 attendees bored into me. I was only greeted by about 1/2 the room.
“You guys are a great group, so very friendly! Every single one of you greeted me I am happy to say!”
The entire room applauded. The guy sitting next to me said, “That was a test, we wanted to see the type of person you are… can you believe there are people who actually walk around and point out the people who didn’t greet them?”
I am now wondering if there will be other tests?
Dinner?
Spaghetti?
Omelet?
Rice and Beans?
Chips and Salsa?
Raisin Bran Crunch and Silk Milk?
Beer?
Rice and Beans. And potatoes? That may work. Rice and beans and potatoes. And beer.
Dinner for one.
Bon Appetite.
A new week
What do I got? I love my VuNow POD– started watching episodes of Buck Rogers (in addition to Highlander and It Takes A Thief). The weather is noticeably shifting to lower temperatures. I have some appointments lined up this week. And at the end of the week is the Campaign for Liberty Regional conference. I can hardly wait. I wanted to go to the 9/12 march but the thought of heading to DC along with thousands scared me a little. Considering how Saturday unraveled, going to DC and getting trampled by a herd would have been preferable. Sock it to me. I bought mocha coffee at the grocery last week. Total mistake. Tastes like chemicals. Wish I could return it but I have no clue what I did with my receipt. But I don’t think you can return food like you can return a pair of shoes. It’s Eight o Clock coffee, which I normally quite like. But the mocha is yucky. Speaking of coffee, I think I need another cup. I feel like I am emerging from the bowl of jello that is my morning haze.
Two New Dresses
Sometimes you need to splurge. I went to Ross on Friday and bought two dresses. They were cheap, very cheap. But very beautiful. At least they fit my taste.
The first is a Jones of New York. It’s on their Web site for $120.00! Subtract $100.00 and that’s about what I paid for it. The other dress is from Calvin Klein. It’s a black sweater dress with bell sleeves. I found it on Overstock.com. Even on Overstock, it’s selling for about twice what I paid. I do love Ross!
My Elvis Mug fills the ocean
I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt. I poured my coffee into my Elvis mug… as I do every Sunday. It’s a silly quirk of mine. I must drink my Sunday coffee out of an Elvis mug. My plan for the day is to catch up on the work I should have done on Friday. And I will continue to do laundry, pick up clothes, vacuum, and clean as best as I can. I will try to stay away from the computer but that is nearly impossible for me. Last night I downloaded an e-Book, 10 Ways to Raise Your Vibration in Under 10 Minutes. The list went like this: Sing, Move Your Body(Dance/Exercise), Laugh, Meditate, Cleanse your Energy, Count Your Blessings, Journal, Assist Others, Forgive, and Love. I bet if a Scientologist wrote this list they would have included: get a massage and/or get a colonic. I think it’s a good list as is. Cleanse your energy seems a little hocus pocus but reading into it she explains it could be taking a shower, taking deep breaths, or praying. Those are all fine things. I need to shower and wash off all the dirt and crappy negative psychic energy clinging to me. There’s a part of me that would love to drive to Belmar and sit on a bench overlooking the ocean. But I have chores that need to be done. And going to Belmar becomes an all day affair. I think I want another cup of coffee. In my Elvis mug.
My Youtube mixed tape
Love’s Been Good To Me:
Gentle on my mind:
Sunday Morning Comin’ Down:
If You Go Away
And even more Highlander
I am trying to remember how I pictured my future when I was in college. I know for sure I never thought I would be flopped on a sofa watching Highlander episodes on my 42-inch flat screen tv using a VOD device. If I remember correctly I wanted to be a TV producer or Naomi Wolf. That didn’t happen. Today I spent at networking events. Yeah, more than one. I am all networked out. Can I get my business off the ground? We shall see. I met an author. One of his books is called, Handbook to a Happier Life. I asked him what gives him the authority to write a book on happiness? As soon as the words were out of my mouth I thought of the time I asked a guy from NASA if we really did land on the moon. I should probably think before I speak. But the author ignored my cheekiness and said he was quite the drunk and druggie in the 70’s but at some point he had an epiphany, he asked God for help and every since he’s had luck and been happy. He said he lives in a huge house and drives an expensive car- has a beautiful wife and experiences wondrous abundance in his life. Wow. Really. Wow. I want to go out and buy all his books. I guess I should read them too. That’s the part I am not so good at.