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So my last post brings me up to this one. Bonnie and Clyde that I met on my birthday gave me an interesting idea of making some extra cash, and that’s selling my undergarments. As I was talking to Clyde at the Cafe he was giving me good advice on my new business venture. Rule #1. Don’t be a model, just be a “girl next door” and keep it real Rule #2. Get a new name, new email to match your name, followed by PayPal, Amazon and Google Voice number Rule #3. If you meet people in person, only meet in public places, never let them see what you drive Rule #4. If you are having a drink and go to the bathroom, and they wait for you, never drink from the same cup/glass again Rule #5. Make it personal, send them 5 pics after the payment, make them feel special, make them come back for more. Those are some really good rules. So I go home after the meeting and feeling very pumped up and ready to sell. I have a chat with Vik and he is all good with the idea of making extra money....

That is a good question. Once I read on FB: “when my child turned 18, I gave him a sock and said Doby is free now”. It had me laughing, but that almost how it was when I turned 18, I did not get a sock, I ran, I no longer wanted to live under the same roof with my parents. Few days ago my ex called me and said “our son’s car broke down, we need to help him” to what my only reply was “stop solving his problems, he needs to learn how to deal with them himself”. Father’s first instinct was to fix baby’s problems. Totally understandable, with an exception of one minor detail. Baby is 20 years old, and he needs to learn how to take care of his own problems. He agreed with me, and that was closed. Yesterday I get a call from my dad, and he is asking me to stop by his house, because he has something he wants to talk to me about. Ok, not a problem, on my way home from work I totally forget to go see my parents and come straight home. After a reminder phone call, I get back in my ...

One of the worst feelings you can experience is when someone you deeply care about calls you on Saturday afternoon, when you are just shopping and frantically starts telling you something. Out of the jumble of words, you hear shear panic in the voice so dear to your heart, and you still don’t understand what is going on, besides that there was nobody else was available. That was my 18 year old niece calling, and she was freaked out. First things first, I had to calm her down, in order to understand what she needed help with. When that part was accomplished, and she was talking calmly, I was able to finally understand her problem. She was on the highway, and driving without breaks.  Oh joy! I take a deep breath, to calm myself at this point, I have to keep it all together for her, both of us cannot be freaking out. She tells me that she tried the hand break and all it did was make her car spin. Great! Vik was with me, he is looking at my face, and now he is worried and wan...