I’m still working on getting my business going. I really do love the broker I’m working with now. She has a wealth of information for me to learn from and a lot of experience as well. This Wednesday my new websites and 800 number will go live. I’ll also be sending out the first of the new monthly flyers as well as 500 postcards to drum up leads. My hope is that in a few months I’ll be able to work from referrals only and not have to waste valuable time trying to scare up my next clients. I think the business will run much better that way.
I spent part of the weekend with my kids in Moorpark. We went to the mall and wasted time together which was great. We saw a semi-ok movie. I sat in between Tony and Ty. It was one of those moments where I wished I was two of me so I could sit by everyone at the same time. We found a cheap-ish hotel and ate In-and-Out burgers for dinner. Alex and I did our nails, as usual. This time we picked a ‘Valentine’ red. It’s a fabulous color. We watched ‘The Majestic’, starring Jim Carrey, which I previously have not wanted to see due to the fact that Jim Carrey is supposed to be funny in my book. I had a hard time watching him be serious. I guess that’s not very open-minded of me.
Did errands today. Watched Joe Millionaire tonight with Joe, Mickele and Craig. Everyone is asleep except me and Mickele…I can hear her banging keys in the next room. I can’t sleep. My mind won’t turn off. It’s not insomnia exactly. I just know I have so many things I need to get done and I can’t quit thinking about them.
At lunch today, Joe took me to a place called the Hash House. I absolutely LOVED this place and look forward to going back sometime. They served great food on these huge oversized plates that were decorated in some fashion or another with garnish. But you’re probably thinking a sprig of parsley, and I’m talking about a small tree of rosemary stuck through Joe’s steak sandwich about 6 or 7 inches high and standing up straight like a small Christmas tree. Not to mention that the homemade biscuits are the size of your fist. My pancake was larger than a normal sized dinner plate. It was amazing! And the utensils are oversized as well. Joe thinks that maybe they are trying to help you feel like a little kid again, with the oversized everything. The waitress was much nicer than I deserved, but I loved her. And I only dropped one fork and one knife on the floor: one on each side, so the weight was equally distributed….
quick recap for the kids:
seeing you was wonderful and i can hardly wait for valentine’s weekend, work is still going forward, sometime i’m going to take you to the hash house, it’s nice to feel like a kid every once in awhile.
much love,
mom