Yesterdays Blog

I sent out that request because I need only one more person who is fired up!!

Like Alicia Keyes sings---THIS girl in on fire!!

I need one person who wants to work---who wants to find out more about being a Mary Kay consultant.

Is that one person--YOU???

comment to me

More later, Linda

Help!!! Help ME!!!

LADIES, I NEED YOUR HELP! I am building a professional women's portfolio this month and need your help! I am looking for women in the
following categories who represent their industry well and would be willing to do before/after photos during a complimentary pampering session with me. If you refer them and they agree ...then you both earn a freebie from me! Refer yourself and get double the special treatment!

1. Waitress
2. Nurse
3. Elementary Teacher...
4. Bank Teller
5. Pharmacy Tech
6. Massage Therapist
7. Publication Editor
8. Daycare Teacher
9. High School Teacher
10. Florist
11. Dance Instructor
12. Pastry Chef
13. Veterinary Technician
14. Legal Assistant
15. Movie Theatre Associate
16. Nail Tech
17. Restaurant Manager
18. Optometrist
19. Barista
20. Hair Stylist
21. Esthetician
22. Secretary
23. Car Sales Associate
24. Interior Decorator
25. Life Insurance Representative
26. Professional Gift Wrapper
27. Various Direct Sales Consultants
28. Photographer
29. Wedding and/or Events Planner
30. Personal Trainer
31. Red Cross Volunteer
32. Vacation Planner
33. Social Worker
34. Nanny
35. Computer Tech
36. Cosmetologist
37. Handmade Gifts & Monogramming
38. Seamstress
39. Volunteer Nursery Worker
40. Stay at home mom

Again, I need to find someone to represent all categories and then some. My goal is to complete the portfolio this month and just in time to do all the promoting and referring before the holidays!! Message or call me.

Wash Day part 2

When I was a kid I helped with the chores. My mom was only 4 foot 11 inches tall and that would limit her reach. One of my choirs was to help with the washing. We had a wringer washer. And for those of you who do not know what a wringer washer is here's a picture. Now picture a person with short arms trying to pull the clothes from the water and put into the wringer. It was a choir and sometimes we both had to work on putting the clothes in and pulling them out. In a way it was fun because we were doing things together.

Then we had to put the clothes onto the clothesline.

Not easy when we did the sheets. Mom had to have a line that was close to the ground and so we had poles to put under the line to keep the clean clothes off the dirt.

Did I feel wanted. I don't know, but I do remember one time when I had to dust the books. My dad was a voracious reader and we had three bookcases FULL of books. When the books were dusted we had to take out EVERY book--open it -- dust the inside and the outside and put it aside until all the books were clean and then we had to put them back onto the shelf. I remember that I didn't put them back like they should have been.  I never had to do that chore again.

My life was not like kids today, but I felt needed.

Do the kids today feel needed?

I wonder,

More later, Linda

It's raining today!!!

We have been needing a good long rain and today looks like it is gonna do it. We have a pond - or tank depending in what part of the world you live - and it is almost dry. There are catfish in that pond that are about 35 to 40 pounds. We used to feed them. Now it's too far into the mud to even get to the water.

Come on rain and fill in that pond!!!

It's supposed to rain tomorrow also. I know you are probably wondering what I am doing going on and on about the rain.

Well, here it is. My husband is a TEXAN!! And is he proud of it. By the way the boys from Texas won that football game Saturday -- big time. Good on you!!! I digress.

Back to my Jerry. He was born and raised in a little town south of Dallas about 60 miles. It was small until Bonnie and Clyde showed up. And the first oil field was discovered in Texas, and Wolf Brand Chili started making chili by the case. And then there is the world famous fruitcake!!

So now he comes from a famous place on the road from Dallas to Houston. But he still has this thing about weather. Well, actually everyone I ever met who was born and raised in Texas does this.

Dial the phone to call ANYONE and this is the conversation from their house----Hey there! How's it going?? What's the weather like??? ---no joke- that's the way it goes. Well, I've lived with a Texan for 53 years and NOW I do the same.

Hello---how are you---how's the weather?

It's almost like a virus!!

But it's cute coming from him.

More later, Linda

Wash Day! Not so yucky!

When I was a kid in Los Angeles, I used to have to help with wash day. I mean our mom was 4 foot 11 inches tall. She stood on a special made stool so she could put the clothes in and take them out.The only problem---the wringer. And making sure that the clothes didn't fall to the dirty floor. Washing clothes was a chore---that's why we called them "chores".

No one said we were abused as a child. All the kids helped around the house. It madce us feel like part of the family.

WANTED!!

NEEDED!!

Part of something that was good.

Then along came the war and women went to work. When the guys came back to work they quit and wsere happy doing for their families. As long as you got a husband who appreciated all that you did for them.

Then along came the Women's Movement!

Down with motherhood! The pill made sure that you didn't have kids. And if you did you sent them to all sorts of things to keep them busy and did the house work yourself.

SuperMOM became the normal and stay at home moms were shunned. REALLY and TRULY shunned. It was awful.

Now all those second generation moms are beginning to see that doing without a new house every 10 years is a good thing. New carpet every 5 years--not necessary.

Having kids that KNOW they are needed by the family????

Priceless!!

More later, Linda

The front door WORKS!!!

Our Lynn's husband, Keith, found the perfect latch for the front door. It is so wonderful to be able to go to the door and open it when my ladies come to pick up their products.

Thank you Keith.!!!

Yesterday was a really busy day. We went to church and stopped for tacos and took them home to eat. It was a nice change.

And then we waited for Dave and Tyler to show up. And they finally did about 3.30.

Then Lynn -- from Sulphur -- came over to pick up Dave. They stayed for a while and then l left.

Between the lunch and the arrival of Dave, Tyler and Rose. Lynn tried on her dress for Andrew and Holly's wedding and we decided on which necklace she was going to wear.

Then we went to the new clothing shop in Duncan. Very casual, but very nice clothing. I even found things I thought a white haired almost great grandma would wear. And feel good in.

It was a good day. And even better when Laverne texted and we set up a time to talk every week.

Life is good.

More later, Linda

The front door doesn't work

In Oklahoma we have storms. Sometimes they are bad. Most often though we just have rain.

But we have storm doors that are mostly glass which means we can leave them open to see the rain, let in the light, or just generally leave the front door closed. No screen doors that slam shut and make that funny sound when the wind blows through them.

Or get icky looking when the screen wire rusts and looks all black and -- icky!!

So we have storm doors. And most of the time they work really good.

I like to leave the front door open most of the time so we can get the light from the outside without the heat in the summer or the cold in the winter.

But sometimes -- things happen to the latch.

Sometimes they get sticky -- like they stick open or shut. Or they will just stick so you can't open the door at all. Which is okay except when you have friends coming over and you have to use a knife to push the thingie in so the door will open.

But it has a mind of its own and will -- or will not -- open when it wants to.

Hence the knife.

Works like a charm.

So if your door won't open try using a butter knife, place it between the latch and the door frame and give it a gentle swish from you to the door.

More later, Linda