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	<title>WIRL Project &#187; Heather</title>
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		<title>I Chose to Love</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2015 08:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Heather]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Family]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Gay Marriage]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[This past Friday was a huge day. In case you&#8217;ve been without any sort of contact to the outside world, on June 25, 2015, the Supreme Court ruled that the constitution guarantees a right to same-sex marriage. “No longer may this liberty be denied,” Justice Anthony M. Kennedy wrote for the majority in the historic decision. “No union is more profound than marriage, for it embodies the highest ideals of love, fidelity, devotion, sacrifice and family. In forming a marital union, two people become something greater than once they were.” Marriage is a “keystone of our social order,” Justice Kennedy said, adding that the plaintiffs in the case were seeking “equal dignity in the eyes of the law.” I have to admit, when I woke up on Friday in my hotel room in Detroit (I was away for a Direct Sales event) I immediately had tears streaming down my face when I read the news. FINALLY!  Friday&#8217;s ruling made my heart happy. Why? That&#8217;s easy, because I choose love. I chose to love when I was in college and a close friend opened up and told me that she was in a relationship with another female. She was the first person that I knew personally that was out. I remember the look in her eyes, the fear that I would turn my back on her when she announced her secret. I remember her telling me how it hurt when she heard other friends talk about gays. I remember her telling me &#8220;I didn&#8217;t fall in love with a gender, I fell in love with a person, with someone&#8217;s heart. Love does not have a gender&#8221; Wow. I knew from that day, that I was an ally, an advocate of love. Straight love. Homosexual love. Genderless love. Just Love.  I chose to love when I sat with another friend while she came out to her parents. I held her hair back when she was so worried about what the conversation was going to be like that she physically made herself sick worrying about it. I remember closing my eyes and wishing that I wasn&#8217;t hearing the words correctly that were coming out of her parents&#8217; mouths. The words of disapproval, ignorance, and hate. I held her as she broke down after the conversation and we spent the night watching Super Troopers and Napoleon Dynamite hoping that laughter would help erase the previous hours. I chose to love when another friend came out and after a year of harassment and hate couldn&#8217;t take it anymore and took his own life. He was only 22 and the words and actions of others over something they thought he &#8220;decided to become&#8221; could not be pushed out of his mind. I chose to love when a friend from my hometown expressed how much he needed to move to a town with more acceptance. So he packed up everything that he owned and with a close friend moved west, where he felt more free to be who he was. I chose to love when a relative brought his boyfriend to Christmas dinner this year and quietly introduced him as &#8220;a friend&#8221;, it was his quiet way of coming out to those of us that picked up on it. After a late night Facebook conversation with me assuring him that it did not change my opinion of him, he admitted how fearful he was that it would change how others in the family looked at him. It broke my heart that night&#8230; not because a relative was gay, but because he was so afraid that those that love him would change their minds once they found out who he loved.  I chose to love when I watched the documentary &#8220;Bridegroom&#8221; and bawled during 95% of it. (It&#8217;s on Netflix if you haven&#8217;t watched it.) I cannot imagine having to fight to see my husband in the hospital or to not be able to have a say in his funeral if something happened. I cannot imagine not having basic rights as a spouse. I do not expect everyone to believe the same things that I do. However, I do expect others to understand that everyone should have the same rights. September 10, 2011 (yes, 9/10/11) was an amazing day. It was the day that my husband and I got married. We were able to stand in front of our friends and our family and declare our love. We didn&#8217;t have to worry if our marriage wouldn&#8217;t be accepted or honored if we left the state. For the longest time, I couldn&#8217;t imagine my friends and family not having that same right to share their love with those that they care most about. And now, because our country chose to love&#8230; I don&#8217;t have to imagine that anymore. &#160;]]></description>
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		<title>What It&#8217;s Really Like to Meet and Marry a Single Parent</title>
		<link>http://www.wirlproject.com/what-its-really-like-to-meet-and-marry-a-single-parent/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2015 18:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Heather]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was around 10 when I learned that when it comes to family, bloodlines don&#8217;t mean everything, and in some cases, it doesn&#8217;t mean ANYTHING. According to the dictionary, &#8220;Family&#8221; can be defined as: a. A fundamental social group in society typically consisting of one or two parents and their children. b. Two or more people who share goals and values, have long-term commitments to one another, and reside usually in the same dwelling place. Nowhere in these definitions does it state anything about blood or biology. In today&#8217;s society it is not uncommon for a child to grow up without knowing one (or both) of their parent&#8217;s. In fact, it&#8217;s almost becoming abnormal if you ARE raised by both parents. I was around 10 when I found out that my dad, who had been raising me, wasn&#8217;t my biological father. My biological father was out of the picture by the time I was two, around the same time my mom met my dad. I was definitely hurt and confused by everything when I found out. I remember asking myself, &#8220;What is so wrong with me that my own father doesn&#8217;t want to be part of my life?&#8221; It was difficult, especially at a time where you&#8217;re already confused about the changes going on in your life. Even at ten, I never questioned who my DAD was. A father is someone who helps give you life, a dad is someone who helps makes you who you are and is PART of your life. My dad is the one who taught me how to play softball. He almost never missed a softball, basketball, volleyball game, or a track meet. He woke my brother and I up every Christmas morning by yelling &#8220;Ho Ho Ho Merrrrrry Christmas&#8221; with my mom. He helped me move more times that I can count. He taught me what to look for in a guy by giving me the greatest example of what a man could be. Then he walked me down the aisle when I found that guy. I always remember asking myself, &#8220;How could someone just take me in and raise me like I was their own, without thinking twice?&#8221; and then came Dave and Devon. Devon was six when Dave and I met, and had just turned seven by the time that I met her. Dave and I wanted to make sure that we were serious before I met Devon and had the chance to get attached with her and for her to get attached to me. You see, Devon has a very similar situation as I do and her birth mother has never been in her life. Dave was a single father for six years. Most people don&#8217;t even know that Devon and I don&#8217;t share blood. She looks like me&#8230;. A LOT! (A sign that we were meant to be a family, if you ask me.) We hit it off from day one, and I can honestly say that I fell in love with her before I fell in love with Dave. We could not get along any better (even now that Devon is heading into her Freshman year of High School). There were definitely some things that we had to figure out and work through as a family. When Dave, Devon and I started spending time together it was very&#8230; tricky&#8230; trying to find my place in the family. I wanted to build a friendship with Devon, but I also needed her to see me a mother figure. I had to learn when and how to step in and be a parent without feeling like I was overstepping my boundaries. I needed to spend one-on-one time with Devon to get to know her and for her to get to know me. Dave and I both knew that if things did not work with Devon and I then they wouldn&#8217;t work with Dave and I. We didn&#8217;t want to form a family where all three of us would be miserable because Devon and I did not get along. I&#8217;m very lucky that I met Devon when she was seven. Knowing her strong personality, it would have been MUCH more difficult to become a family if we met now instead of 7 years ago. Do I wish that I had met Dave and Devon sooner? Absolutely! But I am thankful that I&#8217;ve already been in Devon&#8217;s life for more than half of her life. (Which she made note of on her 14th birthday &#8211; that she had officially had me for half of her life.) When people do find out that I&#8217;m not Devon&#8217;s birth mother they always comment on how lucky Devon is to have me in her life. What they don&#8217;t understand is that she has been just as good for me. Although Devon doesn&#8217;t share my blood, she is my heart. It is from loving her that I understand how and why my dad could accept me and love me as his own. There is no doubt in my mind that Devon was meant to be my daughter (like I said, the resemblance is almost freaky) and there is no doubt that my dad was meant to be my dad. Some of the best parents that I know are not biological parents. They are people who stepped in and loved children for no other reason but to simply LOVE them and not because they felt like they had to.]]></description>
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		<title>Looking for a Quick and Easy Way to Collect Addresses for Party Invites?</title>
		<link>http://www.wirlproject.com/looking-for-a-quick-and-easy-way-to-collect-addresses-for-party-invites/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2015 18:00:31 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Entertainment]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Have you ever spent HOURS trying to collect addresses or other contact information in order to send invitations for a special event only to not have all of the information in ONE place, meaning that you&#8217;re taking even more time to sort and organize? With Wedding and Graduation season quickly upon us, I wanted to share the easiest way to collect contact information and keep it all in one, organized spot! &#8230;. click here to continue reading]]></description>
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		<title>How to Avoid Unnecessary Facebook Distractions</title>
		<link>http://www.wirlproject.com/how-to-avoid-unnecessary-facebook-distractions/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2015 10:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Heather]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; I know I&#8217;m not the only person who has been guilty of allowing Facebook to completely distract me from family time, work, or other things. It&#8217;s pretty easy to allow that to happen. You&#8217;re in the middle of working on something and all of a sudden your phone lights up to tell you that one of your good friends sent you a message on Facebook and the next thing you know, it&#8217;s an hour later and you haven&#8217;t gotten any work done because you&#8217;ve been playing around on Facebook. Sounds familiar, right? Click here to read about how I stopped being so easily distracted by Facebook and take my challenge!]]></description>
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		<title>Stepping Out of My Comfort Zone</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2015 22:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Heather]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Two weeks ago at Thirty-One’s Leadership Council (where the top 25 women in each of 5 categories earn their spot to attend), I was challenged to look at our Core Values and pick one that I want to focus on this upcoming year. Our values are to be Purposeful, Thankful, Respectful, Accountable, Curious, Courageous, Authentic, Trustworthy, Hardworking, Fun-Loving and Flexible as required to do the right thing, to give back and to put other people first. We believe in being engaged with integrity in our work, in our communities, in our families and in our mission. I had to take some time thinking about which one I wanted to work on this upcoming year. I believe that I already display all of the values, some more than others, but when thinking about which one I wanted to focus on this upcoming year I kept going back to Courageous. &#8230; click to continue reading]]></description>
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		<title>My Obsession with Pilot FriXion Erasable Pens!</title>
		<link>http://www.wirlproject.com/my-obsession-with-pilot-frixion-erasable-pens/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2015 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Heather]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; I don&#8217;t know why, but ever since college I can only write with pens and not pencils. This wouldn&#8217;t be a huge issue if I didn&#8217;t have internal freak outs every time I notice that something that I wrote is off centered, doesn&#8217;t fit in the space I had, or I misspelled something. Even when I&#8217;m making notes for myself, for some reason it&#8217;s very important to me to have it look as neat as possible. &#8230; click here to see my review of Pilot FriXion Erasable Pens!]]></description>
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		<title>Being a Work at Home Mom</title>
		<link>http://www.wirlproject.com/being-a-work-at-home-mom/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2015 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Heather]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[If my 14 year old wouldn&#8217;t kill me, I would take a picture to show you what is happening right now in our house. But first, let&#8217;s rewind just a bit&#8230; Yesterday when I picked my daughter up from school she was coughing, her nose was running, and she had a sore throat. So we stopped at the store on the way home to pick up the essentials.. medicine, kleenexes, cough drops, and juice. By the time I picked my husband up from work our daughter had fallen asleep on the couch with one of our cats. (We were in a car accident a few weeks ago and his vehicle is in the shop getting fixed, which means we&#8217;re down to one vehicle&#8230; Luckily I&#8217;ve been able to drop my husband off at work and pick him up every day this week because I work at home). Our daughter woke up to eat dinner (which she was upset about because it was one of her favorites and she couldn&#8217;t taste it), watch Modern Family on the DVR, and then fell asleep again on the couch after another dose of medicine. I told my husband that I probably wasn&#8217;t going to send her to school today, I don&#8217;t appreciate when other parents send their kids to school when they&#8217;re sick, so I wasn&#8217;t about to do the same with mine. This morning, after taking my husband to work, our daughter was still sleeping, which is uncommon for her. She&#8217;s usually up before my husband even leaves for work, and she&#8217;s up by 7am even on the weekends. So I made the decision just let her sleep in and miss school. I grabbed my computer and headed into my room to start working for the day. Around 7:45 I heard her coughing and waking up and before I knew it, she had crawled into bed with me. Yes, at 14, she still wants to get into bed with me and watch TV when she&#8217;s sick, I will never complain about that! So right now, I&#8217;m laying in my bed with my computer, getting things ready to celebrate my Two Year Anniversary with Thirty-One with my customers in my VIP Customer Group. My daughter is laying next to me watching last night&#8217;s American Idol with kleenexes and cough drops sitting beside her on the night stand, and all five animals are laying in the bed with us. (Isn&#8217;t it funny how animals can sense when someone isn&#8217;t feeling well?) THIS is why I LOVE my job. When my husband&#8217;s vehicle went into the shop we didn&#8217;t have to freak out about how he was going to get to work. We didn&#8217;t have to get a rental. We didn&#8217;t have to worry last night about who was going to have to miss work if our daughter was too sick to go to school today. We didn&#8217;t have to send her to school just so that one of us didn&#8217;t have to miss work to be home with her. I&#8217;m still working today and I&#8217;ll still celebrate with my VIP Customers. I&#8217;ll still be bringing in income while laying in bed and taking care of my daughter. I don&#8217;t think I realized it when I was younger, but I was VERY blessed to have a stay at home mother. My brother and I never had to worry if someone was going to be there for us if we got sick at school and needed picked up. We never had to worry if our parents were going to be late picking us up somewhere because work ran late. We got to spend summers at home with our mom instead of at day care or a babysitters. I&#8217;m very grateful to be able to do the same for our daughter. I know that staying home with her while she&#8217;s sick isn&#8217;t glamorous, but I do know that when she&#8217;s older, she&#8217;ll be look back and remember that I was always there.]]></description>
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		<title>Raising Teenagers with Technology</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2015 14:00:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My husband (Dave) and I are very lucky to have close friends that have children around the same age as our 14 year old daughter, Devon. We get to share our concerns and frustrations with our friends as we know that they’re experiencing the same things with their children, or will be in the near future. A common topic that we discuss is how scary it is to raise a teenager in the twenty-teens (isn’t that odd to say, the twenty-teens!?!) Along with all of the worries that our parents had when raising us, we now have the added worries of technology and social media. I was 16 when I got a cell phone, it was the Nokia 5110, the one that you’d make a stop a Radio Shack to pick up a new cover when you wanted to “change things up”. I had my cell phone “just in case” I had an emergency while away from my parents. There was no such thing as unlimited texting back then and we certainly could not send pictures! Now most teenagers have Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and SnapChat literally at their fingertips 24/7. So where do we, as parents, draw the privacy line? We got Devon a cell phone last year when she was starting to babysit. Since most people (ourselves included) do not have home phones anymore, it was very important for her to have away to get a hold of us if she needed to while she was watching some the little ones. One of our rules when we got her phone was that whenever we ask for her phone, she hands it over, no questions asked, no time to close out of what she’s looking at or to delete recent texts. We check her phone often. We know who she is texting and what she’s talking about. Do we believe she should have privacy? Of course, but we also believe that as parents of a 14 year old, we need to be PARENTS. We’re very lucky that Devon hasn’t asked for a Facebook account. We’ve actually talked about it several times and she has no interest. I know that will change and it’s only a matter of time, but when she does, she will know what our rules on Facebook will be. She’ll know that Dave and I will have her password and that we’ll be checking her account regularly. I truly believe that at 14, she does not need complete privacy when it comes to social media. She should not be putting things out online that she would be embarrassed for her parents to see and read. When she asks to start a Twitter or Instagram account, she will have the same rules. Dave and I will have complete access to her account. SnapChat scares the you know what out of me, and I don’t think that we would allow her to have a SnapChat account anytime soon. Honestly, why would a 14 year old need to send pictures that automatically get deleted after so many seconds? It sounds like a bad idea to me! I would LOVE to hear how other parents are raising their teens with technology. What scares you the most? What are your house rules for social media?]]></description>
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		<title>When Bras Attack</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2015 02:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Bra]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Bras]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Direct Sales]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[Embarrassing]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Home Parties]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m an Independent Director with Thirty-One Gifts, which means that I get paid to party! I absolutely love it, but I do have my fair share of embarrassing things that have happened at my parties. I&#8217;m the first to admit that I&#8217;ll never have a &#8220;perfect party&#8221;. I get excited when I present which leads to me talking too fast and stumbling on my words. I make funny faces without realizing it, and I often bump into my display. I can&#8217;t help it, it&#8217;s just how I am and I&#8217;ve learned to embrace those sides of me. I&#8217;m prepared for all those to happen at every party, and it&#8217;s ok, I&#8217;m human! Direct Sellers aren&#8217;t perfect, that would just be boring! Over the summer (which I am really missing right now!) a friend was hosting a Thirty-One party with me. There were about ten women in the hostess&#8217;s living room and we were having a great time. I knew most of the women that were at the party, so that always adds to the fun. We were laughing, sharing stories, and talking about how we would use all of the products that I was sharing when it happened&#8230; I bent down to pick up our Large Utility Tote so I could talk about it and pass it around to the guests when all of a sudden the underwire from my bra broke through the fabric, shot out of my shirt, and hit me in the eye. I kid you not! It happened so fast I had a hard time understanding what HAD happened. As soon as I realized what just hit me, I also remembered that I was standing in the middle of a living room with 10 sets of eyes staring at me waiting to see my reaction. What&#8217;s a girl to do!?! I started laughing uncontrollably, picked up my underwire and threw it into my bag. Then I told the ladies at the party: You all have to add at least one more product to your order now, so I can go out and buy some new bras! The rest of the party was a blast, and I even had someone join my Thirty-One team BECAUSE of the bra incident! When I got home from the party I told my 14 year old daughter what had happened as well as my husband. Of course my husband had no idea how something like that could even happen, but my daughter was laughing so hard that she had tears running down her face. Now when I come home from parties she asks me if we need to go bra shopping! Do you have any embarrassing bra stories?]]></description>
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		<title>Unsubscribing from Emails – Quick and Easy!</title>
		<link>http://www.wirlproject.com/unsubscribing-from-emails-quick-and-easy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2015 23:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Heather]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Technology/Web]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Email]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Organize]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Simplify]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[We all know how it works, you’re looking online for something and want more information and so you fill out a form on a website and all of a sudden you’re receiving a daily email from them. Or maybe a friend shares a post on Facebook and they need two more people to fill out a form so they can win something, so you, being the nice friend that you are, sign up to help them out. Then all of a sudden you’re like me and wake up to 20+ new emails every morning and have to filter through them to get to the emails that are really of importance to you. So, when a fellow Thirty-One Director shared a new website that she found called Unroll.Me  I knew I had to test it out. (Click the graphic below!) When you submit your email address and password (no worries, it’s secure!) Unroll.Me will scan your emails to find out which websites you are subscribed to receive emails from. It shares with you how many email subscriptions you have, what they are, and allows you to select which subscriptions you’d like to unsubscribe to with one simple click of a mouse. It’s really THAT EASY! I had 63 email subscriptions – 63!!! Don’t ask, I have NO idea how I got that many! I used Unroll.Me about two weeks ago and have noticed a significant decrease in unwanted emails in my inbox. Whoo Hoo!!! &#160;]]></description>
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