OCD

I know all of us have heard about OCD. Mostly, I think that we all think its something that a body is born with.

I am one of those people who really like to just go with what's happening -- or rather, I used to be. 

When I was 48 I began college. Yes---that's right--48!!

I even got my associate degree. We moved and instead of being 6 miles round trip to the campus it was 90. I decided not to go. Gas at that time was almost $4 a gallon. Scandalous !!

My last year I had to take all the "oligies". You know bi-ology, ge-ology, anthrop-ology, socio-ology. 

All those things that you HAVE to take in order to go on to higher classes. 

It was in biology class that we had to keep a journal.  I had never kept a journal. It just seemed to me to be kinda pointless. 

One night while I was putting potatoes in the microwave to bake, I put them in and took them out, 3 or 4 times.

Why? And then again "WHY ???"

Then it dawned on me!!!

I was just putting them in the microwave. No order. No system.

YES!

 There was no system to how they went into the microwave. 

I could not just THROW them into the oven without order!! Like I had ALWAYS done before!

I had developed OCD. 

I had to put the potatoes on the rack parallel with the grids. 

I was happy!

I was thinking it would go away.

WRONG!!

Shoes have to be put down like I just stepped out of them. 

Wash clothes have to be put on the shelf with the fold to the outside. 

And potatoes have to line up with the grids on the racks in the microwave. 

If you can't fight it, embrace it!

More later, Linda

Pictures!!

Just a few women in beautiful Gowns!!

Made from MK delivery bags 

Their mama debuted as a National and the next day all three of them had matching gowns!  

The Queen of Sales and her National director. 

Kathy in her crown, at our awards dinner. 

Just a few women. More like 8,000

And a lot if info!!

More later, linda

Pictures!!

Just a few women in beautiful Gowns!!

Made from MK delivery bags 

Their mama debuted as a National and the next day all three of them had matching gowns!  

The Queen of Sales and her National director. 

Kathy in her crown, at our awards dinner. 

Just a few women. More like 8,000

And a lot if info!!

More later, linda

Emotions were EVERYWHERE!!

I imagine that when corporate goes to seminar or a convention, the emotions are left at home. Well, some of them will come out when someone gets drunk! That ALWAYS happens.

I imagine that NO one gets off in a corner and cries.

I imagine that NO one has a complete stranger come up to them and pats them on the back and says, You can do it!

I imagine that NO one helps you with your luggage, or gives you a seat on the shuttle, or sits with you until you have your emotions back in place---for the moment.

In CORPORATE AMERICA??

NEVER!!!!

All of these things happened to me at Seminar last week.

I so wanted to be a Director in Qualification because in July of 1951 my mom passed and I just FELT her there with me.

I really have a lot to be thankful for. My Aunt Lillian helped me when I was having a bad day. My grandma, or Grams as we called her, was a strong woman who ruled the house with an iron thumb.She was an old lady when we went to live with her. But you would not be able to tell it.

Strong!! and loving.

Just what I needed.

I hope and pray that I take after her.

So, there I was all teary eyed and looking down that quarter mile trek to the Arena where the festivities were held, my feet hurt and so did my hips. My heart hurt because all the ones I wanted to tell about what I was feeling were not there.

And then I met this wonderful woman from SOMEWHERE in Texas. She lifted me without even knowing it.

That the kind of women I want to be around.

How is it at your work?

I'm so sorry.

More later, Linda

Back home!!

I was glad to get back home yesterday. I enjoyed my time at seminar--as always!  This year was soooo different!

The stage went all across the ENTIRE width of the arena floor. Very open--very NEW!! 

Kinda confusing. I found myself watching the big screen floating in the center of the arena instead of the people on stage!! I think everyone did. Teleprompters and individual mikes.

New! FRESH! but confusing.

And then we had the Queen's courts.

Guess where the THRONE came from? 

Guessing??

Give up??

It descended from the ceiling !!

It looked like a fairy with all the flowing gauze and the lights on it.

And then----

ready for THIS ONE???

It spun around so all of us could see the Queen as she waved from her throne.

Julie would have been beside herself.!!


Learned so much.

Had some good talks with lots of people, after all there were 10,000 consultants there.

What are they going to do?

Last time we had this many they moved some of the National Directors to other seminars so we wouldn't have so many in attendance.

I know one thing---they will figure it out!!

More later----with pictures!!

Our Son is HOME!!

After the funeral yesterday I had a lot of things going in my head. First off--I was thinking that we had been blessed because we don't have to face what Hog is facing right now.

We didn't have to bury our son. We didn't have to get over blaming ourselves for his death and lifestyle...

No we did enough of that when he was doing all that junk.

We still have our son. And last night he was with us for a long time. His boy and daughter in law came to see us and brought their little dog with them. His name is Van Halen -- and no, he DOESN'T look like Eddie Van Halen.!!

He's much cuter.!

Laughing and talking and carrying on til about 9,30 and it was time for Grandson and his wife and Son and his dog to be on the way.

We had a blessed evening. Thank you Lord.

More later, Linda

It could have been my son!

Tomorrow we are going to the funeral of a son of a friend of ours. What makes it even worse is that he was murdered.

It could have been our son. Before he went to the last rehab, his death by murder or by his own hand went through my mind constantly. Our daughter had to start taking something to help her with what was  going on and so did I.

I would put mu clothes on the back of the chair at night so that if I needed to I could get them and go to the hospital or the ME's office as quickly as possible.

I still put the clothes on the back of the chair at night--but not out of fear. No it's a reminder to pray for all the people who are caught up into addiction.

Dave finally found the right rehab and that man told him he had PTSD from all the things that had happened while he worked in Saudia. Friends died. Other friends came home and found out they had cancer so bad that they only had months to live. People were kidnapped--kids included and on and on and I am sure things I was never told and will never be told.

I hurt for the father who lost his son. I honestly can say that I am being a little selfish because I am glad it's not my son.

But I am also sad because the young man who died didn't deserve to be mistreated like that. Murder is such a gruesome way to go.

My prayers are for the father, the rest of the family and especially for the young man. I do hope and pray that he new where he was going. Heaven is so much better that Hell.

Hell is so final.

More Later, Linda