Sunday, October 20, 2002

While looking through my archives a few nights ago, it occurred to me that I’ve been doing this for well over two years now.

In honor of my two year anniversary, I think I may finally break down and get my own domain. I spent most of my afternoon drive (is it a commute?) trying to come up with a domain name, and believe it or not, a title for my journal. Monumental, huh? It’s a hard decision to make. Tallulah suggests that it be called “The life and times of Tallulah Jane”, or “Lula is the Coolest Kitten Ever.” But I think I may have to pass on those. Let her get her own journal! (Ooh, now there’s an idea…) Coming up with a url & title would be much easier, if I had a cool nickname like Mightygirl or Pineapple Girl or Mo Pie.. but I don’t! Poor me. I hear you crying for me. Anyway, I have some ideas in mind (and on post-it!), but am still very very open to suggestions. Very. As in email me some ideas or else.

While reading through various entries on Journalcon 2002, I’ve followed links to journals of the attendees, and then followed links on their sites, and links on those sites, and now I have so many new journals bookmarked that I’m not sure what to do with myself. I’ve always had way too many to keep up with, but now I’ve got so many GOOD ones that I’d like to read on a regular basis, that I fear it’s near impossible!

My mom makes up words.

Mom: What gave you that enipulation? (meaning “what gave you that idea?”)

Me: HUH?

Mom: Is enipulation a word?

Me: Sounds like some sort of breast plastic surgery.

(At this point in writing this entry on Tuesday night, I realized that it was 4am, and that I had to wake up at 8am, and I still had to take a shower. Oops.)

Have I mentioned how much I loooooove the band Switchfoot? We’re talking considering naming my first child Switchfoot or something. You need to go download Only Hope, Learning to Breathe, Dare you to Move, and anything else you can find by Switchfoot, but especially those three songs. Or, I guess you could go buy the CD, but who does that anymore?

I’ve been spending a ton of time playing with Lula lately. She’s so smart and inventive and playful- she gets the joke behind things. We spent about 10 minutes the other day with me putting the plug in the bathtub drain, and her taking it back out. Right now she’s on my bed playing with her little stuffed kitten we call Mini Me. She is the epitome of cuteness and love, and I absolutely must post some pictures soon.

Saturday we had classes from 9am-4pm at the Woods resort. Unfortunatly, I failed to find out which building they were in, and ended up driving around aimlessly following pink cadillacs (Because a director must know where she’s going, right?) until I spotted a woman with a MK umbrella and went to ask her for directions. Turns out my Cadillac following was all in vain, because we were split up into different areas depending on our level. I’m not going to blab on about the details of every class, but I have to say that I am now totally in love with Cheryl Warfield. She has such incredible presence. Plus, to see that she was like me when she started – she had 7 credit cards maxxed out, and now she makes about $40k a month? That’s inspiring. One of my favorite quotes from her- “Mary Kay is one of the best self-improvement courses I’ve been paid to take!”. I also liked “In comparing yourself to others, you are comparing your bad qualities to her good, and there’s just no way to win that.”, and my favorite, “Hope is confident expectation.”

One of the last things we talked about was this big challenge for those who already had 5 people on their team to submit for DIQ (Director in Qualification- you grow your team from 8-30 in 3 months to become a director) on November 1st. When Deb went up on stage to tell Pat she would be submitting Nov. 1, and hugged her, I started getting teary-eyed. When Deb came back, I went over to hug her and said “You’re going to do it”, and then of course I lost it. By this time, a line of people had put their arms around each other and were swaying to the music. Everyone started joining in, and the next thing you know we look like something out of a cheesey chick flick, with everyone in the room in a big circle with our arms around each other, and yet it didn’t feel cheesey. It felt powerful, and like a sisterhood.

I’ll be submitting January 1, 2003.

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