Networking is something I haven't done much. Being a shy person, networking seems to be harder than climbing Mount Everest. However, I own a small retail business and online store and I've been told that I need to get my name out there.
Attended my first networking seminar and actually enjoyed it. Still, when it comes to the thought of attending these functions, I can feel my heart beat faster (and not in happy anticipation), and all my self-esteem issues that I thought I had buried in the back-forty of my mind resurface with a vengeance. However, it's time to go beyond my comfort zone and get on with it. I love my business and I want to see it flourish, so if I have to go out and network, so be it. If anybody has any ideas how to attend such functions without breaking out in a clammy nerve-racked sweat, please let me know. By the way, check out my website: http://www.moonstonepath.com I also have a blog there, that relates to the products I sell.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
A Humbling Experience
Visited the in-laws tonight. Both are in their 80's and still going pretty strong, though Dad had a nasty virus that knocked him for a loop. Anyway, we were there and they were commenting that the screen on their new computer (state-of-the-art flat screen, unlike my old clunker) was too bright and it bothered their eyes. So I said that they could adjust the brightness, and adjusted it for them. Felt pretty much like a genius, showing the in-laws how to "make that nasty screen easier on the eyes", awwww they're so cute, didn't know about the brightness button. How clever I was, how righteously smarter-than-smart!
Ego still inflated, I went into the spare bedroom with mom-in-law to check out the food cabinet and there, in it's full outstanding blazing glory was my pater-in-law's model train set that he is working on. "Model train set" are not words that justify this amazing work of art and technology. It's a small village, a reproduction of Wallsend in England of past, complete with houses, fire house, churches, schools (all painstakenly put together) 5 or 6 railroad tracks, a tunnel through a mountain, working trains, landscaping (a winter scene), and that's just for starters. Look underneath the table (easily 8 x 8 feet) and you see a mass of electronic wiring to rival something at NASA (ok I may be exaggerating, but you get my meaning). This is not a model train set this is a MODEL TRAIN SET. I cannot imagine the amount of planning and hours that went into the construction of this work of genius - I tell you, my jaw dropped. Ego is now deflated.
Ego still inflated, I went into the spare bedroom with mom-in-law to check out the food cabinet and there, in it's full outstanding blazing glory was my pater-in-law's model train set that he is working on. "Model train set" are not words that justify this amazing work of art and technology. It's a small village, a reproduction of Wallsend in England of past, complete with houses, fire house, churches, schools (all painstakenly put together) 5 or 6 railroad tracks, a tunnel through a mountain, working trains, landscaping (a winter scene), and that's just for starters. Look underneath the table (easily 8 x 8 feet) and you see a mass of electronic wiring to rival something at NASA (ok I may be exaggerating, but you get my meaning). This is not a model train set this is a MODEL TRAIN SET. I cannot imagine the amount of planning and hours that went into the construction of this work of genius - I tell you, my jaw dropped. Ego is now deflated.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Leopards and spots...
My husband, Mephostopheles, has shaved his beard and he doesn't look quite so devilish anymore. Doesn't LOOK devilish anymore. That British cynical sense of humour hasn't disappeared with the face fuzz (thank goodness).
Monday, April 14, 2008
Things I need to make my day more comfortable
Metamucil. How sad. Though I must say, the orange flavoured Metamucil doesn't taste too bad. Gotta go!
Friday, April 11, 2008
American Idol
Michael Johns voted off American Idol. Unbelievable. My daughter is unconsolable...er... inconsolible...unconso...cannot be consoled. And yes, I'm donating to American Idol gives back. Why not, every bit helps. New favourite: that Jason Castro kid with the dreadlocks. Cute, good stage presence and unique sound. GO JASON!!! Daughter does not agree with me. She's cheering for Dave Cook. He's alright too, I guess. GO JASON!!!! Go Dave!!!!!
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Not as easy as it seems
OK, I finally got back onto my blog... er... spot. After several attempts with various passwords I finally asked for help and somehow reset my google password, does that mean blogger.com is part of google?
I have several different passwords, and though I keep a list of them, I frequently misplace my list. Should I have just one password for everything I join? Doesn't that create a danger of password identity theft. Someone could use my password and put stuff online that could get me in trouble with the FBI. AACK I just wrote FBI, now they'll have me on their most wanted list AACK I just wrote "most wanted" another danger phrase. AACK - danger AACK.
Or...am I being too paranoid?
I have several different passwords, and though I keep a list of them, I frequently misplace my list. Should I have just one password for everything I join? Doesn't that create a danger of password identity theft. Someone could use my password and put stuff online that could get me in trouble with the FBI. AACK I just wrote FBI, now they'll have me on their most wanted list AACK I just wrote "most wanted" another danger phrase. AACK - danger AACK.
Or...am I being too paranoid?
My first blog!
Wow this is exciting. My first blog with bloggers.com. My biggest worry is how am I going to find it again once I log out. Yeah, I obsess over the most simple things, however, I don't remember my complete url. Well, I guess the thing to do is logout, and try logging back in. right...
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