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You’ve Been Summoned by The President


President Obama has called us all to help rebuild our community and our economy by volunteering our services. On this website, United We Serve, you can find opportunities to serve based on your interests and location. You can also register your projects so that others can find you.
As busy as I am, I love the idea that we all are responsible for the rebuilding of our nation and that we do that by something as simple as volunteering. Even the title is motivating, “United We Serve“.

Take a look at the 3 min video of 1st Lady Michelle Obama!   Serve.gov
What Are You Going To Do?

Do You Tweet?


I do, but I have to admit I haven’t lately.
Why not you ask?

Because it’s so great! Twitter is wonderful for making connections with people but I love it more for all the wonderful information that’s available! Someone is always posting some type of report, some interesting news, a free downloadable thingy, an article; SOMETHING that sends me running around on the internet looking, laughing, reading, researching!
I’ll login to tweet some encouraging quotes or my words of encouragement-that’s all I tweet, because life is good-and the next thing i know it’s 1 hour later!

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How Should I Handle This?


There are times when I’m not feeling the love; times when I give so much I’m not trying to give anymore.

My children all have their agendas and needs. My husband, God bless him, works 10-12 hours a day in restraurant management. His first love, calling and passion is Pastoring. But since the congregation is still growing he has had to go back to the restraurant to supplement his income.

This means that I’m primarily the one who chauffers, delegates, disciplines, cooks, cleans, oversees, yells, and takes care of the house, children, garden, landscape and homeschool. (He does handle the groceries and finances.) All of this in addition to my coaching business. So on Saturdays I want to leave the home to go sit at my other office-WholeFoods-and plan my week, veg out, catch up on some work….breathe. He usually has that same plan for himself.

Most of the time our oldest son has something going on, so he’s not home to babysit and because we live away from our family we don’t have a family member to drop them off. I don’t like asking friends to babysit our 5 kids all day on a Saturday. (Yes, I’m gone ALL DAY, from noon until 8pm, when I can get away with it.)

So the question is how should we handle this? I don’t want to alternate weekends and to be honest I don’t want to compromise-which is a very RARE stance for me. So every Saturday I leave and don’t care. Am I being selfish? Leave your honest comments.

All Hail To The Entrepreneur!! Quick Videos

Here are some great videos that will encourage your heart. These are all from abcnews.go.com.

This first one is Dave Ramsey giving great advice on how and why to start a biz NOW. It’s only 3 min long.
http://abcnews.go.com/video/playerIndex?id=7643151
The next one is Rich Sloan, the owner of Start-Up Nation, and he’s talking about the success of mom entrepreneurs. It’s only 6min long.
http://abcnews.go.com/video/playerIndex?id=7537939
Here 2 new entreprenuers talk about how they built their businesses. It’s about 6 mins.
http://abcnews.go.com/video/playerIndex?id=7465701
Here 3 women talk about their buisness and marketing challenges. It’s about 7 min long.
http://abcnews.go.com/video/playerIndex?id=7580714

Open Mike Night helps entrepreneurs develop their ideas. It’s 6 mins.
http://abcnews.go.com/video/playerIndex?id=7465673

If Momma Ain’t Happy…So What?

I’ve found that the saying, “If momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy” to be completely UNTRUE! Why do people say that? My children, who love me dearly, could care less if I’m happy or not. They’re children, their very nature is selfish determination.

After schooling my children all day and carrying my 22 months girl in a baby wrap on my hip, I expect to sit down at night-arms free-to get some work done. However, as soon as I sit down my baby girl wants to sit on my lap; I try to redirect her to the couch, to her chair, to her brothers, to the television but she crys and crys.

I whine, “Please, Tatianna go sit on the couch with your brothers, pleeeease.” She stands there crying undeterred by the rejection.

I put on a strict face, “You can’t sit on my lap, so you’re just going to have to cry.” She does her fast action, run-in-place cry. If she could do that while not crying she might be able to win a  silver medal in the Olmpics! Her feet are super fast!

When I try to explain, “I can’t have you on my lap, messing with the computer and throwing my papers on the floor. You’ll have to go and look at t.v.” (educational of course) She hollars and pulls at her hair.

When I pretend to cry I am very much aware that I can easily cross over the pretend line and start boo-hooing and pulling out my hair too.  I’m feeling like her, but with grown up, pent in frustrations! But she is totally oblivious to the looney-bin-line-in-the-sand that I’m about to cross. Her screams come out in even higher pitch shrills!  Her running feet takes her in circles and she yanks harder at her hair. It’s hilarious…if you’re not a sleep-deprived mother under time constraints.

I acquiesce and pick her up. As soon as I do she gives me an adorable smile, squeezes my neck with a sweet hug, lays her head on my shoulder and wimpers  “Tank you”.  I feel the love oozing from her little body and begin thinking about how mean I am to reject my young baby girl. I start to berate myself as a mother for putting my work first last, at the end of the day. I should wait until they are all asleep like a decent mother. I should just wait until they are grown….and right in the middle of my guilty tirade she spins around in my arms around and starts banging on my computer keys like a happy, little monkey!

I’m going to change the saying to “If momma ain’t happy, so what! Just keep screaming until you get what makes YOU happy.”

Oh well, at least one of us is happy.

What about at your house? Do they really care if momma is happy?