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Do We Ever Grow Up?

Pussy Cat Dolls "When I Grow Up"

Food for thought.  Do we ever grow up?  As I was listening to a podcast from one of my favorite Internet Marketers, Sam Harrelson.  He asked the age old question, “What do (did) you want to be when you grow up?.  

I think so much about life, and what we are all about and what we are supposed to be doing. I know that I have done what I was meant to do in my life, but life changes each and everyday, so we change with it. I loved art, was on my way to being a graphic designer, but decided to get married to my husband of 26 years now, and I have 3 of the best kids in the world. I love my life, but life changes, Even though I am at the end of the phase of raising my children, I still feel like I did when I was a young college student. I want to continue with my dreams.

I am so glad I live in the day of the Internet. I absolutely love the Internet. It amazes me. I don’t think I will ever get tired of wanting to learn what it is all about. I am not sure if Affiliate Marketing is exactly what I want to do, but I want to give it a try. I am glad I am not one of those women who just accept being older. I hate the fact that I am older, but I feel as young as I always have in my heart and desires to be successful.

I have been successful in raising a family, loving my husband, and I know how much family means. Now the path is different and I am excited about so many possibilities that are available. 

I don’t want to go into anything with blind faith, I want to question why, and possibly what this means in the whole picture of life. 

I still don’t know what I want to do when I grow up. I guess the question is “Do we ever grow up”?

Hmmmmmmm Maybe I would like to be a Pussy Cat Doll, they are pretty hot looking.  lol, that will never happen.

I love this wordpress theme.

I have searched for days for the perfect Wordpress theme.  I wanted something that reflected my style.

“I Love Black”, I know some may find that grim or odd, but BLACK is my favorite color in the world, I love to wear it.  I love vehicles that are BLACK.  I think BLACK is elegant, I think it is sexy, I think it is classy, and for us women it is slimming.

So when I found this wordpress theme entitled Black Hole.  I knew it was the one for me.  I absolutely love it.

Fraggle Rock Mountain, and Tummy-Getter Hill

Tummy-Getter Hill 

Memories ! awwww wonderful memories.  I am so lucky to have had my Parents around when my kids were growing up.  My Parents made some really great memories for my kids, memories of love, fun, and laughter. 

My Parents own a campground, so they actually lived in the back of the office of the campground.  My Parent’s also own a farm.  Just east of my Parent’s campground is a hill, the hill has a lot of gypsum rock, and some actual caves.  It could be kind of scary to a small kid, to go near a large hole in the ground that leads to who knows where, especially in the imagination of a child.  My Dad would sometimes load up the grandkids (7 grandkids)  in his pickup truck, (no car seats or seat belts mind you, that is how us country folk do it !) and take them up on this hill, probably to get them out of the house and out of my Mom’s hair. 

After the journey up the hill, they started calling “Fraggle Rock Mountain”,  my Dad would then take them “Round and About on Buttercup Farm”.  I don’t know where that name came from, I remember it from my childhood, maybe there was a song with that in the lyrics, I’m not sure.   Well on with the journey….I don’t know how many of you have been down farm to market roads, country roads, or back roads, (whatever they are called) but they are usually just dirt roads.  Some are winding, some are hilly, some are both.  Here in Texas it is usually dry and when you drive down these roads the dirt flies up behind your vehicle, that is how you can tell is someone is comeing up the road, you see the dirt.  My Dad would take the kids from “Fraggle Rock Mountain”, then “Round and About On Buttercup Farm”.  Last but not least, the ultimate thrill, was going really fast on one of these hills on the backroads and when you came over the hill, it is kind of like a rollercoaster, it gets your tummy.  Hence the name “Tummy-Getter Hill”. 

Memories ! awwww wonderful memories.

My time to “BITCH”, !

This is going to be a long post, so if you don’t want to read it you better just LEAVE now!

Okay, so you don’t want to hear me complain.  Sure I hate getting freakin’ older.  Who doesn’t?  You think I like the fact that I can’t lose weight as easily as I used to.  I have to work hard at trying to stay fit.  I hate the word retirement, the next step is death.  The term “Golden Years” makes me want to puke!  “Life starts at 40″!  Who the hell came up with that saying?  Hell everything goes to pot after 40, you can’t read without bifocals or reading glasses, your kids leave home and your parents are aging. 

I worked hard at raising three kids and people don’t understand why I get emotional when they leave each time to go back to college, or continue their lives, not to give Mom another thought, until they need something.  They even do things just to “Spite” Mom.  What’s the deal?  The other day I told my kids to be careful in the pool, what they were doing was dangerous.  My daughter looked at me and said “More the reason to do it, because you don’t want me to”. 

I have been faithful to my husband, there for my kids, and I have been an obedient daughter.  I have done everything I could to please everyone in my life.  Just to hear words from them like “You complain too much”, “Just the more reason to do it, because you don’t want me to”, and “you need to get a job and quit feeling sorry for yourself”. 

You don’t think raising kids, putting up with a husband in his ”I’m not sure if I’m ready to settle down” years, and putting up with an old stubborn Dad who is never wrong, isn’t a job.  Plus I have worked, most of my adult life, I worked at a bank for over 18 years, ran a business for 5 years, and still kept up with being a wife, mother and daughter.  I was also a costume maker at Halloween, I created stage Props at my daughters dance recitals, I have been to every football, basketball, and baseball game (even coached) that my kids have been involved in.  I was a cheerleader Mom, but not like the obsessed ones, I encouraged my daughter but didn’t push her.  I made cookies for the class parties and was class mom a year or two.  I had to go and stand up to a freakin’ teacher when she told my son he was stupid.  “You don’t mess with my kid, woman”.  I have been the bookkeeper, the cook, the laundry woman, I don’t like to clean, but I have to sometimes.  I have been a peacemaker, a counselor to a sister (going through a divorce).  I have spent hours at the hospital when my Mom was ill.   

This morning my husband told me “I complain to much”.  I think all I said was “I have a headache”.  For his information it is a MIGRAINE, which he has never experienced.   

I have never been one of those wives who complain about my husband putting stuff off, like the floor tile for the kitchen, which he finally laid 2 1/2 years after the tile being bought.  I may have teased him.  I told him “it was Virgin Tile, it was never going to get laid”, but I never, not even once nagged at him about getting it done.  Hell I would have done it myself, but he would have found a reason to tell me I did it wrong.  So I put up with the nasty kitchen carpet until he finally got it done.  Believe you me; he is hell to be around when he is working on something like that.  He bitches and moans more than me. 

I am sorry to be so off the wall crazy with this blog post, but sometimes you can just take so much and you gotta “Speak Your Mind”.  Sometimes you even have to escape it all.  You wanna know a secret?  I keep a pair of shoes in my car.  I call them my “Run Away Shoes”.  When I am around the house I am usually barefoot, that is just how I am comfortable.  I want the security of knowing that if someone in my family pisses me off, instead of staying there and battling it out (they say I don’t know when to shut up) ((whatever !!)) I can leave for a while and cool off.  The shoes are in case I run out of gas or have a flat tire or something.  I consider them my emergency kit.

You know everyone I know complains about something.  My Dad complains about President Bush, do you hear me telling him he complains too much.  My Husband complains about his back hurting.  What do I do?  I usually rub it for him.  My Daughter complains about not having enough cloths or the perfect thing to wear.  OMG you should see her closet, so full of cloths.  My Son may complain because his cell phone doesn’t work sometimes, he thinks he needs to change carriers, shit all carriers have their problems, you can’t pick up service everywhere all the time. 

So if casually mentioning in conversation to my Husband that I had a headache, gets on his nerves.  Maybe I should put more than “Run Away Shoes” in my car.  Maybe I should have a whole “Run Away Bag” packed.  

 Sorry I am usually the nicest sweetest person you wanna meet, I really try my hardest to keep peace, but tell me I am complaining too much, you better run for them there hills buddy!!!

Okay enough with my ranting.  I will try to go back to that Wife, Mother, and Daughter everyone expects me to be.  Now where did I put my bottle of Xanax?

Sorry, I’m just having a BAD Day !

My New Business Card Design

My New Business Card,

Designed by My Wonderful Daughter, Cari Caldwell.

Tips for Newbies Attending Affiliate Summit.

I am heading up the mentor program at Affiliate Summit East 2008 in Boston, August 10-12th, 2008. These are some tips for 1st time attendees.

Affiliate Summit’s Mentor Program Update !

Update on Affiliate Summit’s Mentor Program !