This post is part of a series titled, “A-B-Cs – What It’s Really Like”. Each week a new letter and its word will be revealed. Each word’s explanation will illustrate significant personal meaning, application and ultimately demonstrate, What It’s Really Like… Back in 1998 MTV debuted the reality TV s... Read More »
Last weekend I had one of those Experiences-of-a-Lifetime-You-Will-Never-Forget. That’s perfect because I don’t want to forget it. Ever. After a year’s worth of endless behind the scenes planning and four days worth of running like a mad woman lifting boxes heavier than my Jillian Michael DVD-trained muscles should ever be allowed, WE DID IT. We pulled off an amazing Blog U 2015 Conference. It was... Read More »
“Dr. Mort, report to emergency. Dr. Mort, report to emergency STAT.” The operator’s nasal voice roared in my head as the odor of disinfectants crawled up my nostrils. It was suffocating. The “Bing” of the elevator was a welcome relief from the chaos in the hall and in my mind. One by one, floor by floor, they crammed me further into to the back. An intern with huge, dark circles under his eyes, pl... Read More »
I am just going to be honest and put it out there, about motherhood/fatherhood… Just keeping it real!! First off, I feel like Facebook tends to not be “real” life. I am sure If you went to my FB page right now, you would think, “her baby is so cute! Her kids seem so happy!” Too bad you can’t see ME, behind the camera. Bags under my eyes, frizzy hair in a... Read More »
The other day my 4 year old told our roofer proudly she could wipe her own bottom now when she poops. I was only slightly surprised she said this to him knowing her personality. I laughed it off and began thinking about the ugly process of teaching her and her two older sisters how to properly wipe. No one prepared me for this! I thought of parenting as moments in hallmark movies. Boy was I... Read More »
My beautiful baby girl just turned one in March, and motherhood has forced it’s fair share of changes on me, the least of which being my pants size. The elephant in the room is Postpartum Depression. I was diagnosed with Postpartum Depression (PPD) four weeks after I had my bundle of joy. I wanted to be happy, but I couldn’t stop crying. The bottom line is that postpartum depres... Read More »
I am currently leading a Success Camp for 17 amazing women on my Executive Director’s downline. It’s a six week camp that directs the “campers” to specific training calls and forces them to step outside of their comfort zones. This past week the campers had to email me about where they would like to see themselves and their business in a year from now and two years from now. One of the campers ema... Read More »
Until I had a baby, my boobs were fun! They gave me curves, looked great in my tops/dresses/swimsuits and they probably enjoyed resting nicely in pretty bras from stores like Victoria’s Secret. But, when I needed them most, when they actually had to be put to use; they were worthless! I prepared for this, I swear I did; I read all the books on breastfeeding, even attended a class on it. I knew all... Read More »
We recently moved and inherited a dining room with white/cream colored carpeting. This immediately became a concern with a toddler living in the house. Our two-year-old son refuses to sit at a smaller sized table and chairs in the kitchen and demands to sit at the big table with the grown ups. Originally we were placing old beach towels underneath his chair and end of the table. This seemed to ... Read More »
