There are times in every couples lives where the conversation comes up about who they would leave you for. Be it for one night or for a lifetime, does that really matter?
The point is there is some kind of fame fascination that leaves a person wanting more. And usually the conversation also falls into permissiveness about this because the likelihood of it actually happening is slim, or so we hope.
So, gleefully, I admit that my hubby would leave me, be it for a night or not, for the awesomeness of Pink. That is one woman he says he would never close the door or kick out of his bed for eating cookies.
So who would you leave your partner for if you ever had that chance?
I would have a tough time answering that, but I may have to say Gordon Ramsay. However, if Pink came to my door with her super sexy hubby, Carey Hart, well now that is a whole other ball game!!
Yup, my attraction to tattooed, and pierced muscle men has not changed only lessened in severity. But all in good fun, seriously who would YOU leave your partner for, and do you know your partner's answer??
Monday, August 29, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
I have been challenged- and I have failed it already!
That's right, I have been challenged and have already failed it.
Doesn't that suck the crap right off the fan that it hit in the first damn place!
So, you see why I have to fail the challenge without even starting it. I am being sent to a physiotherapist to rectify this problem. I know that I am naive enough to think that it won't take too long to be normal again, but one can hope!
So, my Jillian Michaels Ripped in 30 video will have to wait.
And then, maybe, the challenge will be on.
Doesn't that suck the crap right off the fan that it hit in the first damn place!
I have been challenged to a 30-day health challenge.
And I am admitting defeat before I can even start the g-damned thing.
Why??
Because of my health. I know don't say it, isn't that the main reason in the first place to accept the challenge?
Well, in my case, NO. You see, not too long ago I had to get treatment for a nasty kidney infection, and while we thought that the second round of treatments had still not made any effect, my doctor found out differently. It had healed. But I still have pain in the same area as before. What gives?
An x-ray later proved the easiest method of locating the problem. Thankfully because my doc wanted MRIs and CAT scans done....no thank you!
Well, my lower lumbar area around my spine is curved to the right therefore causing the pain in my right side as a nerve is being shoved around in unnatural positions.
So, you see why I have to fail the challenge without even starting it. I am being sent to a physiotherapist to rectify this problem. I know that I am naive enough to think that it won't take too long to be normal again, but one can hope!
So, my Jillian Michaels Ripped in 30 video will have to wait.
And then, maybe, the challenge will be on.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
My Idea
In my last post I mentioned that I was developing something. And I was purposefully vague.
I would like to share my idea with you now, as I am about to purchase stuff to make it and need to know if the demand is actually there.
So this will be a general test among my friends, family, and 3Women followers.
I am developing a diaper rash spray made from all natural-organic-herbal ingredients. I am tired of thinking "I should really do it" and of course I never did. I have wanted to do this since I had my first son, then realized a deeper need for it with my second son.
Do you hate having a pharmacy in your diaper bag of 10 different types of rash creams? I definitely did. And I realized that rash creams made my boys' rashes worse. It took a while to figure out why : zinc oxide allergy. Both my boys were sensitive to zinc oxide and all rash creams have a large portion of it in them. I saw one brand as high as 15%!!
Do you hate having to rub on super thick creams onto your baby's sensitive and sore bottom? Now you can spray it and leave it!
So, Whadda ya think?? My rash spray will not sting, and it will not need you to touch your baby's sore bottom.
Please let me know your feedback in any way!
I would like to share my idea with you now, as I am about to purchase stuff to make it and need to know if the demand is actually there.
So this will be a general test among my friends, family, and 3Women followers.
I am developing a diaper rash spray made from all natural-organic-herbal ingredients. I am tired of thinking "I should really do it" and of course I never did. I have wanted to do this since I had my first son, then realized a deeper need for it with my second son.
Do you hate having a pharmacy in your diaper bag of 10 different types of rash creams? I definitely did. And I realized that rash creams made my boys' rashes worse. It took a while to figure out why : zinc oxide allergy. Both my boys were sensitive to zinc oxide and all rash creams have a large portion of it in them. I saw one brand as high as 15%!!
Do you hate having to rub on super thick creams onto your baby's sensitive and sore bottom? Now you can spray it and leave it!
So, Whadda ya think?? My rash spray will not sting, and it will not need you to touch your baby's sore bottom.
Please let me know your feedback in any way!
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Worst Nightmare ever ~ and I wasn't really sleeping
Two nights ago I had the misfortune of not being able to sleep. Chalk it up to way too much caffeine and an overactive imagination. Nevertheless, I was unable to get a horrible movie out of my head long enough to stop crying and fall asleep.
Has that ever happened to you? You aren't quite wide awake, but you know you aren't sleeping either and the most horrible events that could actually happen to you are playing a non-stop tirade in your head.
All I could say is that I had a bad "dream". But it wasn't a dream...was it?
I dreamed that I was at home, as usual, with my boys playing the Wii in the basement, when two men knocked at the door. I never answer the door when I don't know who it is, so they kicked the door down. In the melee of screaming and running to the kitchen (I firmly believe I was going for a knife) they killed our dog that was taking chucks out of their legs and then hit me over the head and knocked me out.
Then the dream continues, I am now watching the boys like I am watching a movie. They heard what was going on and instead of running upstairs to see or help, my oldest grabs his brother, turns off the TV, and runs into the storage closet and hides behind a big Rubbermaid container in the dark. The men went down to the basement and seeing nothing they left, my oldest left his brother there in the closet and tiptoed to the stairs and heard the men saying that they were going to leave by the back door so no one would see them take me with them, and one would go to the street while the other went back to the parking lot to get their truck.
My oldest then grabbed his brother and ran out front with a few water guns and they begin to pretend to play, the guy that went around from the back to get his truck had no idea that they were in the house and when he left my oldest got his plate numbers and then called 911.
The police do eventually find the truck but I had already been transferred to another vehicle and am gone. fingerprints and DNA from my dogs mouth are all they have to go on, but they never find me.
I am locked in a white room that is lit like daylight for an unknown amount of time and am fed very little. somehow I keep my wits and don't freak out. When the men are not in my room, I exercise and build my strength, I am hoping that I can fight my way out.
There does come a day when I am able to trick them into both coming into the room and I kick their butts and lock them into the room and run. I climb the stairs to what turns out to be a beautiful house with pictures of a woman that looks exactly like me, but is no where to be seen. That's when I remember that one of the men said that he would do it right this time....what happened to the other woman??
For some strange reason I started roaming the house and found the woman's bedroom and raided her closet for clean clothes. I found a lot of expensive clothes and empty suitcases, so I helped myself. Behind a shelf of purses I found a partly opened safe. I figured that the men had no idea it was here because the purses were still hiding it. Logically it made sense to me because men would not put the purses back on the shelf. When I opened the door to the safe I found stacks of cash and bonds and certificates. Yes, I took them and put them into a cute purse. I felt I deserved it. Then I put the purses back, because that is what a woman would do.
Then with the suitcases and the purse filled I went back downstairs looking for a garage door and found it in the kitchen. When I found the light switch I was pleasantly surprised to find three vehicles and the keys to them on a holder, my ticket home. I took a few minutes to fiddle with the GPS unit in one of the cars and prayed that I wasn't in the States, so that there wouldn't be a border to cross. And when the GPS locked into my location and the address I wanted to go to I knew that I wasn't crossing borders, but I still had no idea where in the country I was. But I was happy to be leaving.
Half a tank of gas later I stopped to fill up, and called 911 from a payphone. I didn't want to leave those guys locked in the basement room and I definitely wanted them to go to jail for what they did to me, but the only info i gave the police was my first name. After paying for the gas I decided to ask where I was, and to double check the date, I was on a tight schedule I told the worker.
I was in Northern Manitoba, and It was May17th, 2013.
Holy shit.
I was taken from home in August 2011.
I continued the drive home and hoped that my family was still there for me to go home to. I hoped that my husband hadn't moved on and there would be another woman raising my boys. But I also worried as I had over the past 21 months that the men hadn't killed my boys like they had our dog.
When I finally arrived in the parking lot of our condo...I parked and waited. I didn't know if anyone was home, or if I was in the wrong place now. Eventually, my husband came out of the house. I went to him as he was locking the door.
I called the police officer that was in charge of my case, whom is an old friend from childhood(seriously), gave back the car to the woman's family (it turned out that one of the men was her ex husband who killed her and made it look like suicide) and they sent me a new car of my own. and i kept the money that no one knew about anyway.
To shorten the rest of this "dream" the boys were fine, they did wait for me, and we did sell the house asap.
But what a hell of a nightmare.
Some kind of dream reader would have a field day with this one. I am going to explore this as a book option.....maybe it really will be a movie.
Has that ever happened to you? You aren't quite wide awake, but you know you aren't sleeping either and the most horrible events that could actually happen to you are playing a non-stop tirade in your head.
All I could say is that I had a bad "dream". But it wasn't a dream...was it?
I dreamed that I was at home, as usual, with my boys playing the Wii in the basement, when two men knocked at the door. I never answer the door when I don't know who it is, so they kicked the door down. In the melee of screaming and running to the kitchen (I firmly believe I was going for a knife) they killed our dog that was taking chucks out of their legs and then hit me over the head and knocked me out.
Then the dream continues, I am now watching the boys like I am watching a movie. They heard what was going on and instead of running upstairs to see or help, my oldest grabs his brother, turns off the TV, and runs into the storage closet and hides behind a big Rubbermaid container in the dark. The men went down to the basement and seeing nothing they left, my oldest left his brother there in the closet and tiptoed to the stairs and heard the men saying that they were going to leave by the back door so no one would see them take me with them, and one would go to the street while the other went back to the parking lot to get their truck.
My oldest then grabbed his brother and ran out front with a few water guns and they begin to pretend to play, the guy that went around from the back to get his truck had no idea that they were in the house and when he left my oldest got his plate numbers and then called 911.
The police do eventually find the truck but I had already been transferred to another vehicle and am gone. fingerprints and DNA from my dogs mouth are all they have to go on, but they never find me.
I am locked in a white room that is lit like daylight for an unknown amount of time and am fed very little. somehow I keep my wits and don't freak out. When the men are not in my room, I exercise and build my strength, I am hoping that I can fight my way out.
There does come a day when I am able to trick them into both coming into the room and I kick their butts and lock them into the room and run. I climb the stairs to what turns out to be a beautiful house with pictures of a woman that looks exactly like me, but is no where to be seen. That's when I remember that one of the men said that he would do it right this time....what happened to the other woman??
For some strange reason I started roaming the house and found the woman's bedroom and raided her closet for clean clothes. I found a lot of expensive clothes and empty suitcases, so I helped myself. Behind a shelf of purses I found a partly opened safe. I figured that the men had no idea it was here because the purses were still hiding it. Logically it made sense to me because men would not put the purses back on the shelf. When I opened the door to the safe I found stacks of cash and bonds and certificates. Yes, I took them and put them into a cute purse. I felt I deserved it. Then I put the purses back, because that is what a woman would do.
Then with the suitcases and the purse filled I went back downstairs looking for a garage door and found it in the kitchen. When I found the light switch I was pleasantly surprised to find three vehicles and the keys to them on a holder, my ticket home. I took a few minutes to fiddle with the GPS unit in one of the cars and prayed that I wasn't in the States, so that there wouldn't be a border to cross. And when the GPS locked into my location and the address I wanted to go to I knew that I wasn't crossing borders, but I still had no idea where in the country I was. But I was happy to be leaving.
Half a tank of gas later I stopped to fill up, and called 911 from a payphone. I didn't want to leave those guys locked in the basement room and I definitely wanted them to go to jail for what they did to me, but the only info i gave the police was my first name. After paying for the gas I decided to ask where I was, and to double check the date, I was on a tight schedule I told the worker.
I was in Northern Manitoba, and It was May17th, 2013.
Holy shit.
I was taken from home in August 2011.
I continued the drive home and hoped that my family was still there for me to go home to. I hoped that my husband hadn't moved on and there would be another woman raising my boys. But I also worried as I had over the past 21 months that the men hadn't killed my boys like they had our dog.
When I finally arrived in the parking lot of our condo...I parked and waited. I didn't know if anyone was home, or if I was in the wrong place now. Eventually, my husband came out of the house. I went to him as he was locking the door.
I called the police officer that was in charge of my case, whom is an old friend from childhood(seriously), gave back the car to the woman's family (it turned out that one of the men was her ex husband who killed her and made it look like suicide) and they sent me a new car of my own. and i kept the money that no one knew about anyway.
To shorten the rest of this "dream" the boys were fine, they did wait for me, and we did sell the house asap.
But what a hell of a nightmare.
Some kind of dream reader would have a field day with this one. I am going to explore this as a book option.....maybe it really will be a movie.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Pricing Wars ~ Canada or US??
I came up with an idea for a product about 7 years ago and have never FOLLOWED THROUGH with it...are you getting tired of hearing that yet??
Well, now I don't have to listen to it either.
I have researched off and on for these past 7 years and feel that I have finally found what I have been looking for. 4 or maybe 5 ingredients are all natural, herbal products that are good for you instead of riddled with chemicals. So, now I need to price out the ingredients to test out my idea and make sure it works...There's the trouble you were probably sensing was on the way!
I wanted to go with a Canadian company and I found one that I have been window shopping with for years, out in Vancouver, B.C. and then there is the company that I had previously purchased from for soaps and lotion ingredients, way out in Oregon.
I cannot believe it! The same five ingredients cannot actually be calculated to the same weight (damn it!!) so while in Canada you an buy something for 5mL and in the US you can buy something for 1oz, neither one will be even close to comparisons!
I made a chart- sort of- on a white board
company A company B
ingredient 1 2oz 9.50 (59mL) 20mL(0.68 oz) 10.12
4oz 16.50 (118mL) 100 mL(3.4oz) 35.71
ingredient 2 1/2 oz 31.75 5mL (.17oz) 27.11
ingredient 3 1/2 oz 8.75 5mL (0.17oz) 4.72
1 oz 15.00 20mL (0.68oz) 10.98
ingredient 4 1/2 oz 3.50 (14ml) 50mL (1.7oz) 18.39
1 oz 6.00 (30ml)
ingredient 5 16oz 6.50 100mL (3.38oz) 7.48
500mL (16.9oz) 31.74
now, it may take a minute to read the differences, but the left column is faaaaaar cheaper for the product which in most cases there is more of. And thinking of it now, shipping from the US is far cheaper than shipping within Canada- thanks a lot CanadaPost-You suck....
Now I need to price out packaging my little wonder and then I will tell you all about it! (and give a few away!!) Stay tuned...for my newest adventure of actualizing my dreams!
Well, now I don't have to listen to it either.
I have researched off and on for these past 7 years and feel that I have finally found what I have been looking for. 4 or maybe 5 ingredients are all natural, herbal products that are good for you instead of riddled with chemicals. So, now I need to price out the ingredients to test out my idea and make sure it works...There's the trouble you were probably sensing was on the way!
I wanted to go with a Canadian company and I found one that I have been window shopping with for years, out in Vancouver, B.C. and then there is the company that I had previously purchased from for soaps and lotion ingredients, way out in Oregon.
I cannot believe it! The same five ingredients cannot actually be calculated to the same weight (damn it!!) so while in Canada you an buy something for 5mL and in the US you can buy something for 1oz, neither one will be even close to comparisons!
I made a chart- sort of- on a white board
company A company B
ingredient 1 2oz 9.50 (59mL) 20mL(0.68 oz) 10.12
4oz 16.50 (118mL) 100 mL(3.4oz) 35.71
ingredient 2 1/2 oz 31.75 5mL (.17oz) 27.11
ingredient 3 1/2 oz 8.75 5mL (0.17oz) 4.72
1 oz 15.00 20mL (0.68oz) 10.98
ingredient 4 1/2 oz 3.50 (14ml) 50mL (1.7oz) 18.39
1 oz 6.00 (30ml)
ingredient 5 16oz 6.50 100mL (3.38oz) 7.48
500mL (16.9oz) 31.74
now, it may take a minute to read the differences, but the left column is faaaaaar cheaper for the product which in most cases there is more of. And thinking of it now, shipping from the US is far cheaper than shipping within Canada- thanks a lot CanadaPost-You suck....
Now I need to price out packaging my little wonder and then I will tell you all about it! (and give a few away!!) Stay tuned...for my newest adventure of actualizing my dreams!
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