Lost That Lovin' Feelin'?

May 10, 2011 - 03:20

Music: Monty Python clip - Burn the Witch
Mood: Tired, restless, and calm ... WTD am I on?!?
Thought for the Day:  “What you are is what you have been. What you’ll be is what you do now." ~Buddha

     I can't escape the feeling that my entries are not what they once were. I used to have a nice flowing style of conversation going. Now it just feels like I am reporting. Perhaps this is because I've been getting out more. Am more involved with people than I once was. Perhaps this is a good thing. Perhaps.

     I seem to be re-discovering my sense of purpose. Or perhaps that should read, finding my focus. For the longest while I've just been coasting ... allowing the personal indignities to build up to a point where I finally made myself do something. For example, my PartyLite. I've been mostly resting on my laurels, depending on minimal effort and on-line options. Now this is stupid. Especially since I rarely see anything from the on-line side of my business. So I finally got my butt in gear. I inventoried my stock closet and priced it out. It's now floating around FB (I've lost all my contacts through e-mail) and I've made $200 so far. Barely made a dent in my closet, which stuns my Mom. I am doing my best to keep it in the public eye on FB ... If I don't get any more nibbles soon, I'll make a poster and hang it in the building at the entrances.

     Tonight, I finally printed up some labels and made up some Tealight Business cards. Haven't made any of those in ages ... maybe tomorrow I'll get around to making those votive roses while I'm on a roll. :)

It could happen.

Mom is starting to talk abut how we both need to lose weight. Maybe that's how she need to boost herself to do something about it. Maybe she's hoping that I'll take charge. I don't know, but she's making me feel like crap by (almost) constantly telling me that I'm fat. And I don't mean innuendo either. She freely tells me that I am over-weight, and need to lose some pounds. For some reason, she seems to think that I am going around thinking that I am a size 10. Well, I'm not. I know I'm not. I'm a 12. So there. Today, she declared that "we" drink too much pop. What? I'm down to 1 can or less a day, lady. The only time I drink more is when I'm home all day. And even then, I don't go all gung-ho over it. I still have rules to follow, after all. Take that "we" and shove it. Really. Get off your ass, and do something more than re-arrange the furniture. Save a few dollars by substituting your diet caffeine-free soda with iced tea or something. Grrr ...

Anyway, I should get to bed. Gotta get up to work out tomorrow. I promised myself. I meant to start today, but Mom had errands that she had to do ... which meant that I needed to drive. This is going to be a very long year. Still, she's better than others to live with.

Sweet Dreams!