tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-196138852009-07-08T19:08:44.703-07:00A Day in the Life of a Work at Home Mom...I, Alethea Anderson, invite you to hop on the great web-space coaster for some ups, downs, loops and cork screws. Life is raw, life is real and here&#39;s the deal! I was born an entrepreneur have been involved with MLM since &#39;93 &amp; &#39;fired my boss&#39; in 2002 to work at home. In this sour economy, this Mom is glowing and growing strong with my home business - WHY? Because I BELIEVE! From biz to home, I tell it like it is! So get in, sit down and buckle up because here we go...Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-45519280672313882172009-07-08T16:32:00.000-07:002009-07-08T19:08:44.740-07:00What's your online wine? (WHINE!)<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SlVG2qRAIOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/GIhxQAdqN_8/s1600-h/cheese_with_whine.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356265236699554018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SlVG2qRAIOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/GIhxQAdqN_8/s400/cheese_with_whine.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>{<span style="color:#990000;">she approaches the soap box slowly, stepping up, looking around the room and begins...</span><span style="color:#000000;">}</span></em></div><br />I guess you could call this one of my pet peeves, maybe even a 'vent' of sorts... I've been networking and marketing on the web since the late 90's. <span style="font-size:78%;">(Over a decade, wow!) </span>I am a positive person, a positive thinker, almost to the point I've driven people nuts with my postive thoughts and quotes and sometimes unsolicited advice! (I always want to help and heal!) Truth be told, you have to have a good outlook on life in general, in order to be successful, long term, in a home based (or any) business venture.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">Online 'wine' should be smooth, sultry, give off an aromatic bouquet and walk with sturdy legs...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Is this how you represent YOU? You pour your wine into a crystal glass, fit to be seen by the world? You speak in light, eloquance and and positively?</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">Perhaps your online WHINE is gritty, gunky and a bit on the odiferous side, stumbling off into the distance...</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Is it poured into a fingerprint smudged plastic cups with a snap on stem? You words are dark, dank and negative?</div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">What drives me nuts are people who complain, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">complain and complain yet refuse to take action.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">I am referring to the Network Marketing industry and people whining about their own personal <span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">lack</span> of success. You see, I'm on many online forums, social networking sites and beyond. It is sometimes overwhelming the amount of people saying things like...</div><div align="left"> </div><ul><li><div align="left">I tried...</div></li><li><div align="left">I can't...</div></li><li><div align="left">I feel...</div></li><li><div align="left">I did not get...</div></li><li><div align="left">It does not work...</div></li><li><div align="left">Yadda, yadda, yadda...</div></li></ul><p align="left"> </p>Usually when people post their comments, all they say is the above in addition to their 'problem'. They never include their action steps they took in order to accomplish what it was they were attempting to do. Nor do they include their remedy steps to fix what was not working.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">I sometimes ponder if they find pleasure in the pain</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"> of what they <em>perceive</em> as 'failure'...</span></div><br />Often I'll watch these conversations as a 'lurker', other whiners will join in (<em>misery loves company</em>) and when one helpful person comes along to offer some advice or a remedy to band aid the situaion, all the whiners jump on the positive person who was attempting to help!<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">The opposite of dark is light and </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">boy do whiners run from the light!</span></div><br /><em>(I know you know at least one web whiner. Every time you see their name attached to a post you know something dark and negative about their business, their family, or their life is just a click away...) </em><br /><br />Whiners never admit that they did not DO. They find reason for perceived failure in every other person, thing and the company itself. It is the world's fault, the economy's fault, their neighbor's fault, mother, father, sister, brother, schedule, lack of finances, etc...<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">They simply come on line, vent to feel better, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">then sit on their cheese while drinking in the whine</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"> hoping for others to come along</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"> and indulge in the toxic cocktail with them...</span></div><br />Now I've seen this in every single dingle company out there, there is no discrimination, whiners join all the companies out there!<br /><br />It's a bummer because this industry is so fantastical! ANYone can achieve success, however it's those who like <em><span style="color:#990000;">wine and cheese</span></em> that rise to the top... <span style="font-size:78%;">(if you don't drink, how about grape juice, that'll do too!)</span><br /><br />Are YOU a WHINER? It's hard to admit. But if you find you run into constant problems with your business, and you run online to vent about it, you might be... Please, contact your sponsor, utilize the tools available to you and always keep in mind there are people in your same company probably making tens of thosands of dollars. (most of the major companies have people making 6 figure incomes) <br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">The only difference between you and them</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"> is the the brand of 'whine'...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span> </div><br />~<a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a><br />Merlot Mama!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-4551928067231388217?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-63079066254137457852009-07-08T10:14:00.000-07:002009-07-08T10:35:55.584-07:00Beware; one little action can create a very unwanted result...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SlTUchJZgKI/AAAAAAAAAeI/kDhzS5Ra-5E/s1600-h/258.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356139443249578146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SlTUchJZgKI/AAAAAAAAAeI/kDhzS5Ra-5E/s400/258.JPG" border="0" /></a> So we decided to spend a nice, sunny day at our local lake, Lake Lahontan. This is the closest lake to our home, about 20 minutes away. For some reason we've always avoided this particular lake because people have always said it's dirty. Well, it's not! We think perhaps they say it so others don't go there so they have have it to themselves LOL.<br /><br />So it was the family; myself, hubby, kiddo, sis-n-in-law, 2 nieces and a niece's boyfriend. We were enjoying the water, tubing and playing. Then it was lunch time!<br /><br />We found a little 'peninsula' that was uninhabited, kind of a 'private beach' you could say and we made up camp. The little ones played and swimmed and we kicked back and munched some lunch.<br /><br />One thing about Nevada is dry air, it's nearly impossible to eat a sandwich before the dry air sucks the moisture out of your bread. By the time I got to the end of my sandwich, it was almost like it was toasted. So I tossed the bread onto the shore line knowing some critter would enjoy a snack later.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">Within 2 seconds, there was a Seagull.</span></div><br />Mind you, we are hundreds and hundreds of miles from any sea. And there is a Seagull. <br /><br />We figured he was a straggler, out and about looking for a snack. Well, the hubby thought maybe he should have more... so he tossed him a handful of cornchips.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">Within 2 seconds, there were 20 Seagulls.</span></div><br />Everyone started giggling, I started shuddering. They all joined in and started tossing more chips to the poor, hungry Seagulls...<br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">Within 2 seconds, there were 200 Seagulls.</span></div><br />I kid, you, not. 200 Seagulls, squaking, swirling around, diving, attempting to be the first to get the chips. As I sat there, in my chair, with a sweat shirt over my head and holding my soda pop under 'cover' I thought how our little 'private beach' peninsula must appear to those across the lake as we were bombarded and dive bombed by oodles of Seagull scrounging.<br /><br />Now I can't blame the birds, I love birds, I blame my goofy family for thinking it'd be 'nice' to hand out a few chips. I also blame myself, for tossing a little piece of bread crust, for some creature to enjoy at a later time.<br /><br />The lesson in this story is that all actions lead to 'something' no matter if it's good or bad. Sometimes we need to pause and think about an action we take as it may lead to a potentially undesired result...<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-186d3b4becaca219" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTFIExBVdkNjef4k54jCIftLy5lv-nBvIwGW4COUqrQJNaagdDW7kRpHcaSOg7cV1YXoKHWnjZv_eqlvVe7DpfGzBiXzA3vxIOt-jE8dRK6zj3YArvL4wwv8mlV6nBc2ZfoZXQ19id7jTJm06q77rOm_jY7BMFIqrI1dLt8NkCI6s8RentIwX4zpf--F2FPHujMJAT9QKnb2IxG6Ru_jyOLs%26sigh%3Dlfb8RM_6oEOf8hkaVgfLj4PSfsw%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D186d3b4becaca219%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D6Yen3_G3tJKCBToGsfGEkvbHw5A&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTFIExBVdkNjef4k54jCIftLy5lv-nBvIwGW4COUqrQJNaagdDW7kRpHcaSOg7cV1YXoKHWnjZv_eqlvVe7DpfGzBiXzA3vxIOt-jE8dRK6zj3YArvL4wwv8mlV6nBc2ZfoZXQ19id7jTJm06q77rOm_jY7BMFIqrI1dLt8NkCI6s8RentIwX4zpf--F2FPHujMJAT9QKnb2IxG6Ru_jyOLs%26sigh%3Dlfb8RM_6oEOf8hkaVgfLj4PSfsw%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D186d3b4becaca219%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D6Yen3_G3tJKCBToGsfGEkvbHw5A&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><p align="left">Here's a little video coverage of the event so you can see how fast they came!</p><p align="left">~<a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a><br />Another Day in the life of this WAHM</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-6307906625413745785?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-7663809020717701612009-07-07T13:21:00.000-07:002009-07-07T14:39:31.169-07:00Are you CLIMBING or, are you GROWING to the TOP.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SlO9VEFjWjI/AAAAAAAAAeA/0HoKHbVzVvw/s1600-h/laddervine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355832551445584434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SlO9VEFjWjI/AAAAAAAAAeA/0HoKHbVzVvw/s400/laddervine.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Yesterday I touched upon staying grounded while climbing to the top. This got me thinking as it may sound confusing to some. i.e. how can one possibly climb 'up' if they are still 'connected' to the ground.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>As the picture above depicts, a healthy vine has reached, stretched, twisted and turned its way up a ladder. Its goal was spreading its leaves, stretching towards the sun, yet still receiving its nourishment from the earth never forgetting where it came from. The plant successfully grew strong roots in the soil, yet also reached the goal of getting to the top.</div><div></div><div>You see the plant did not start climbing up the ladder, then pulled up its roots to carry itself to the top hoping to re-root itself at the top. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div align="center">The plant <span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">GREW</span> to the top.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div></div><div>Here is where I've modified my vision, I am no longer climbing to the top, I am GROWING to the top! You see, in terms of a human be-ing, it is more metaphorical. We of course don't have physical 'roots' as we are entirely mobile. However, we have roots in a sense of energy.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Now many do indeed grab these roots and carry them with them, with no intention of seeing where they've been while on the road to where they are going. Now I'm a firm believer of leaving the past, in the past. Yet I also believe in understanding where we came from and comprehending how our journey has gotten us right here, right now to this very moment.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>There are no coincidences. You are reading this blog right now, because the moment is right. Something in this little message will resonate with you and strike a chord. Now you may read it today the day I post it. Perhaps you'll find it next year or five years from now in the midst of cyber space. The point is, you'll find it, when it applies to you in life.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>I reiterate, my vision has changed. I am growing to the top, not climbing to the top. Are you coming too?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a></div><div>WAHM and Visionary</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-766380902071770161?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-17629341258247173682009-07-05T18:27:00.000-07:002009-07-06T20:53:58.352-07:00A post with DEEP roots...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SlFTo_VONkI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8OK02Oqmenw/s1600-h/climb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355153395580548674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SlFTo_VONkI/AAAAAAAAAd4/8OK02Oqmenw/s400/climb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Climbing the ladder to success is not 'easy'. EVER. Remember, the higher you get, the harder the wind blows. As you ascend the ladder, the stairs, the rope (whichever method of UP you choose) keep in mind that the internal battle is always present.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Until. You <span style="font-size:180%;"><em>live</em></span> and let <span style="font-size:180%;"><em>live</em></span>.</span></div><br />The past 10 years of my life have been an absolute <span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><em>whirl wind</em></span>. I've had it all. Lost it all. Had it all and lost it all once again. There is no one to blame, as we each create our own lives based on our thoughts and actions. The key is to coming to a level of enlightenment to realize this fact.<br /><br />Upon reaching this <span style="font-size:180%;"><em><span style="color:#006600;">enlightenment</span></em> </span>the next step is to comprehend WHY. Why is one of 'those' words that often seems to have no answer...<br /><br /><div align="center">Why <span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><em>ME</em></span>?</div><div align="center">Why <span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><em>NOW</em></span>?</div><br />This is where many take two steps back after making such a HUGE progressive step forward. They are searching <span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">externally</span>. Herein lies the problem, you see there is nothing out 'there' because the thing causing the problem(s) is in 'here'.<br /><br /><div align="center">There is No <span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><em>bad luck</em></span>. No <span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><em>mo-jo-jo-jo</em></span>.</div><br />Truth be told, if your life is going in a downward spiral, look at why you are creating this downward spiral in your life.<br /><br />Now this is where it may be controversial. Many will grumble, stomp on the brakes, holler 'NUH UH!" or simply say it's a load of hog wash. No one wants to <span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">believe</span> that they actually <span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">create</span> bad things in their own lives.<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">It is really hard to admit, and even harder to digest.</span></div><br /><br />Who on this globe upon which we call our home wants to admit that they are the root of their own evils? Who wants to admit that their thought patterns have caused them to create their own lack?<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">No one. Not one single person.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Until.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">UNTIL, enlightenment.</span></div><br />Upon the moment of connecting HOW a thought manifests, all the puzzle pieces fall into place. Even if just for a mere glimpse. Hanging on to that moment is the hard part, as this is the exact moment where the ego starts to get swallowed whole and puts up one heck of a fight. This is also where many succumb to the strength of the ego, as our egos fed by years of embedded subconscious beliefs long to stay where it is 'safe and comfortable'.<br /><br />This is the internal battle that some fight for an entire life. Others reach enlightenment obtaining true abundance, happiness and prosperity. Yet the rest simply give up.<br /><br />I'm getting a little DEEP here, one of my philosophical ramblings that I'm known to go on every once and awhile...<br /><br />Let me wrap it up, or else I'll be typing into the wee hours of the morning. Which I should, it will help me clear my head! But for the sake of the potential reader who may squeak across this blog, I'll shorten it up a bit.<br /><br />No matter how high you climb, the trick is, staying grounded. Like I noted in paragraph one, the higher you get, the harder the wind blows. There is room for us all at the top, and the ones who get to the top, are the ones who have strong roots at the bottom. They've built a foundation, and in the same breath they've let go of the past.<br /><br />It's something to think about for sure... oh is it ever!<br /><br />A day in the life of a work at home Mom, today this Mom is diving deep into the realm of thought. Well, I often do. Hence my other 'Universe' blog... Anywho... I'm starting to go random so remember, thoughts are indeed things. If your life is in a tangle, the only way to get out of the knots, is to figure out why you tied them in the first place...<br /><br />~<a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a><br />Work At Home Mom<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-1762934125824717368?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-91416002227422144332009-07-01T09:37:00.000-07:002009-07-01T10:05:48.590-07:00SuccessfulMom.com<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SkuXPX6ZT5I/AAAAAAAAAdA/myBVwbwcMQ8/s1600-h/success.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353538872432742290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SkuXPX6ZT5I/AAAAAAAAAdA/myBVwbwcMQ8/s400/success.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Greetings,</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Today I redirected an old domain name, <a href="http://www.successfulmom.com/">http://www.successfulmom.com/</a>, to this blog. There is some history behind that domain name going all the way back to 2003.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I started <a href="http://www.successfulmom.com/">http://www.successfulmom.com/</a> in 2003. A year after I quit my job in 2002 to be an at home Mom. I wanted a way to share my storey and to help other Moms find a way to be at home. I had a top ranking wahm website that at one point was getting nearly 2 million hits per month.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>The site had media attention, blog write ups, mentions in nationally published magazines and a huge following... There were articles written by well known contributors, business listings and more. It was a one-stop-mom-shop for Moms looking for a way to work at home and for when they found the home business of their dreams, there were tips and tricks for successfully running that business!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>A few years later, I took the site down when my bath and body business was taking off. I simply did not have time to dedicate to the site any longer. I admit, it was my mistake to take down that site. Hindsight, I know. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>One attempt to revive the site in 2008 resulted in a flop. I had lost the original audience and the rankings were swallowed by hundreds of wahm websites with the same content and format...</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>So, down the site came once again and the domain name was redirected to the forums. I guess you can say I gave up. 2008 was a difficult year, perhaps the passion was just not there to make it happen again.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I also realize there is a difference being on the cutting edge (2003) and the coat tails (2008) of a trend.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Well, decided to take down the forums. There were only a handful of visitors posting ads, no interaction, no sense of community any longer. Even with this, the decision was not an easy one.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SkuWGEYNg1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/7kPbtEUZKIc/s1600-h/delete.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353537613058638674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SkuWGEYNg1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/7kPbtEUZKIc/s400/delete.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hovering over that 'delete' button was a heart racing moment. For me it seemed time stood still and memories of the Moms I had met, the Moms I had helped, friends I had made, all raced through my head in an instant. Email conversations, names, banner designs, custom ads, articles. The colors the layout.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Needless to say I hemmed and hawwed for quite some time. When I did click that button I felt a piece of me was ripped out and tossed away. I had created a great thing and I feel like I threw all that hard work away.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Then I went to my domain host, I thought I could just close the chapter on <a href="http://www.successfulmom.com/">http://www.successfulmom.com/</a> for good. I logged into the domain manager, opened the domain, and clicked 'delete'. I was just one more confirmation from deleting the domain name. However I simply could not. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>So, I forwarded it here. To my blog entitled 'A Day in the Life of a Work at Home Mom.' I don't know what my intent for the domain name is. It is, what it is.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>~Alethea Anderson</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-9141600222742214433?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-89733070070785958972009-06-08T19:29:00.000-07:002009-06-09T12:09:35.000-07:00A Rose in Silence, speaks 1,000 words<p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Si3JcD63SWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/--vfgViii2o/s1600-h/2009+028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345149816684366178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Si3JcD63SWI/AAAAAAAAAZE/--vfgViii2o/s320/2009+028.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">I never knew how much I liked roses...</span></em></strong><br /><br />...until we moved into this home that had a full rose garden!<br /><br />When we moved to this home in December of 2008 the back yard was covered in spiny twigs, crunchy leaves and naked trees and bare bushes.<br /><br />We were told it would be beautiful in the Spring, but sometimes it's difficult to envision what will be, from what is not.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Si3L2AU1_uI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_zSNIkzc4sE/s1600-h/Oakridge+Garden+016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345152461419445986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Si3L2AU1_uI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_zSNIkzc4sE/s320/Oakridge+Garden+016.JPG" border="0" /></a>So the spring came and the yard came to life. Silent twigs burst to life with blossoms. Cold, thorny bushes sprouted in green. New life stretched and twisted towards the sun like mini solar panels stocking up on energy.<br /><br />I have always loved nature, but for some reason this particular spring my eyes became even more aware of the miracles that happen within our natural world.<br /><br />Nothing tells a tree when to sprout its first bud...<br /><br />Nothing tells a plant it is time to grow new leaves...<br /><br />Nothing tells a rose to open its bud to a blossom...<br /><br />Flowers have always been an important part of my life, the amazing beauty, the alluring aromas. But roses, oh the roses. While I've always found them beautiful, for some reason these spirals of botanical bliss have never quite awakened me as much as they have this year.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Si3M9FHb3FI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Nacm-BRc9K0/s1600-h/Oakridge+Garden+061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345153682476096594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Si3M9FHb3FI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Nacm-BRc9K0/s320/Oakridge+Garden+061.JPG" border="0" /></a>How is it that a single sprout, reaches towards the sky, then very next day reveals a tighhtly wound bud of green. Within 48 hours upon the warms rays of sunrise, this compact bud cracks open, peeling away, revealing a burst of color with an ever so light scent carried on the breeze.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Si3OOL59j4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/p1hWnEOGul8/s1600-h/Oakridge+Garden+064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345155075868036994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Si3OOL59j4I/AAAAAAAAAZc/p1hWnEOGul8/s320/Oakridge+Garden+064.JPG" border="0" /></a> By nightfall, the exact same rose has unfurled to reveal delicate satin petals to show a twisted tale of elegance. </p><p></p><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Si3P5ZXbFtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/R_arSquvIv0/s1600-h/Oakridge+Garden+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345156917727270610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Si3P5ZXbFtI/AAAAAAAAAZk/R_arSquvIv0/s320/Oakridge+Garden+004.JPG" border="0" /></a>Just when we think this little bundle of floral perfection has no way of getting better the next sunrise brings absolute beauty to its height of perfection.<br /><br /><p>So small and compact, untwisting, into a bloom so elegant there really are no words to describe it.</p><p>Each petal, delicate, paper thin; yet the rose as a whole is so powerful as it sits in sunny splendor.</p><p>A favorite quote of mine comes to mind... <em><span style="color:#ff6600;">"We can complain that roses have thorns, or we can rejoice that thorns have roses..."</span></em></p><p>This is the first year I've brought the camara into the yard to capture the flowers on digital film more that just a day, more than just a moment. Usually I'd see a flower, take a picture, and that would be it. I've always loved taking pictures of nature, but this yard, wow, I just keep going back for more! Like I said above, this year I've opened my eyes to a whole new deeper, Universal level of understanding what it is to 'be'.</p><p>Flowers just 'do', flowers just 'be'. They let life happen around them and go with the flow. The silence of a flower speaks volumes and I feel we can really learn a lot from the nature around us and the gardens in our yards. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Si3UAw_elVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7nXszPdeKNc/s1600-h/Oakridge+Garden+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345161442374882642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Si3UAw_elVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/7nXszPdeKNc/s320/Oakridge+Garden+007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />As I captured the artwork contained within the realm of nature with the advancement of digital media, I discovered what inspired Georgia O'Keeffe and her amazing paintings.</p><p>Look into this flower, the colors, the hues, the simplicity, the elegance. A picture speaks 1,000 words yet there are no words to capture this beauty. The beauty just 'is'.</p><p>Just like the brush strokes from Georgia O'Keeffe in her black and white rose she painted...<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Si3cCLgjGXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UQpgROs3vJY/s1600-h/v-georgiaokeeffe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345170262765803890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Si3cCLgjGXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/UQpgROs3vJY/s320/v-georgiaokeeffe.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />One can only imagine how it all works. It is enchanting, mystical and magical. I am amored by nature. How a tiny seed comes to life and can yield flowers, fruits, herbs and more within such a short period of time.</p><p>The brilliance of our world never ceases to amaze me. So now I am a rose gardener. I trim the roses, to bring forth more roses.</p><p>Patience is a virtue, each new day brings new blooms. It's worth the wait!</p><p>Be blessed and always stop and smell the roses!</p><p><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-8973307007078595897?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-37374109934023493412009-06-08T08:35:00.000-07:002009-06-08T08:56:49.323-07:00First Official Day of Summer Vacation<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Si00BsYGLKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Wg0btD5zqo0/s1600-h/v-silverseal.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344985536455388322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Si00BsYGLKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Wg0btD5zqo0/s400/v-silverseal.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>Well she did it, she finished up 5th grade with a BANG! I am now the official Mommy of a Middle School 'tween' (gasp)...(eeek)....Yay (I think)!</strong><br /><br />After changing schools mid-year she had a really tough transition while going from one county's school system to the next. With grades looming very low, her spirits were too. New school, no friends, failing grades.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>However she had an amazing teacher who connected her with a girl whom is now her best friend. This teacher also had the passion to make it happen and with the teacher, myself and most importantly my daughter's positive outlook; the kidlet soared to new heights!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>On her promotion ceremony last week she was called to the front of the gym, she had earned a Silver Presidental Certificate for her grades. She was beaming, I was crying (I was and still am so proud!)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So today is officially the first day of summer break and I am honored to be a work at home Mom! My kidlet is here, snoozing in the other room. I'm not at an 8 to 5 and she is not at daycare. Life is good. I am grateful. I am happy.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a><br />Proud Mommy</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-3737410993402349341?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-50732054569321405042009-05-31T17:07:00.000-07:002009-05-31T17:15:07.046-07:00Silence is King (by Yehuda Berg)This came to me in my inbox today, and I felt the message so simple and beautiful, I just had to share. Please enjoy...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SiMc_HAYWbI/AAAAAAAAAWI/QCfBxudGc30/s1600-h/v-pebbles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342145453529520562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SiMc_HAYWbI/AAAAAAAAAWI/QCfBxudGc30/s320/v-pebbles.jpg" border="0" /></a>There is a story about a king who did not have any children to succeed him. He called his closest advisors and gave them each a seed to plant, telling them, "Whoever best cultivates the tree within these seeds shall reign over my kingdom after me."<br /><br />Years passed and time came for him to step down. He called his advisors to the royal garden to review their work. All of the trees were gloriously bountiful and colorful except one. It had not even broken ground.<br /><br />The king approached the gardener of the unborn tree and asked him what happened."Your highness, I did my best. I watered the seed daily, spoke to it with love, used the best nutrients, and made sure it enjoyed hours of direct sunlight. I'm sorry to have disappointed you, but not even a root sprouted."<br /><br />"My son," the king responded, "you shall be the next king."The advisors looked at the king in shock. The king continued. "You see, instead of giving you each a seed, I gave you each a small, smooth pebble. Most of you couldn't bear the thought of not succeeding, of not being the best, so you planted a 'real' seed.<br /><br />Only one of you had the integrity and honesty to do your best with what you were given. That man will be your next king."<br /><br />I share this story with you because it so clearly illustrates what being a teacher is all about — and we are all teachers. It's not about the bells and whistles. It's not about good looks or fancy words. It's about honesty, integrity, and dedication. It's the willingness to make the best of what you've been given, even if it's not what fits the mold. It sometimes means working long and hard hours at a relationship, with not so much as a thank you.This week, take measure of the spiritual work you do in silence. The silence is what magnifies the "noise" we make in the world.<br /><br />All the best,<br />Yehuda<br /><br />** Isn't it so simple, so true? Often we add to what we are given, feeling we are unable to make enough with it.<br /><br />Have an amazing day,<br /><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-5073205456932140504?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-85938458169518342292009-05-09T22:21:00.000-07:002009-05-09T22:31:51.464-07:00An Old Farmer's Advice :"<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SgZmjWv9NGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UQnSpGBYci0/s1600-h/v-redfarm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334063566255109218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SgZmjWv9NGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UQnSpGBYci0/s320/v-redfarm.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">An Old Farmer's Advice"</span><span style="color:#000000;"> Everything happens for a reason and this email landed in my email box at the perfect moment, though the original author is unknown I still felt a need to share the message. I believe there are no coincidences in life, and the message within these simple phrases are indeed plain, yet profound in the same breath. Often we over analyze, over think and over do. When all we have to do is follow common sense, follow our hearts and just 'be' while we enjoy living in the present moment. </span><br /><ul><br /><li>Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight, and bull-strong. </li><br /><li>Keep skunks and bankers and lawyers at a distance.. </li><br /><li>Life is simpler when you plow around the stump. </li><br /><li>A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor. </li><br /><li>Words that soak into your ears are whispered...not yelled. </li><br /><li>Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.</li><br /><li>Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads. </li><br /><li>Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you. </li><br /><li>It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.</li><br /><li>You cannot unsay a cruel word.</li><br /><li>Every path has a few puddles.</li><br /><li>When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.</li><br /><li>The best sermons are lived, not preached. </li><br /><li>Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen, anyway.</li><br /><li>Don't judge folks by their relatives.</li><br /><li>Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.</li><br /><li>Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back , you'll enjoy it a second time.</li><br /><li>Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't botherin' you none.</li><br /><li>Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.</li><br /><li>If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.</li><br /><li>Sometimes you get, and sometimes you got.</li><br /><li>The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with, watches you from the mirror every mornin'.' </li><br /><li>Always drink upstream from the herd. </li><br /><li>Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment. </li><br /><li>Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easie r than puttin' it back in. </li><br /><li>If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around.</li><br /><li>Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to the Universe.</li></ul><br /><p>Who is <a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a>?</p><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-8593845816951834229?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-26819772060328142902009-05-04T21:59:00.000-07:002009-05-04T22:16:32.869-07:00May the Fourth Be With You...<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Sf_IBGZ_alI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Bll7J69L1r0/s1600-h/yoda3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332200405055007314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Sf_IBGZ_alI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Bll7J69L1r0/s320/yoda3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">"Use the Fourth Luke, use the fourth..."</span></div><br />Did Yoda just get done at the dentist? (I don't know if Yoda even has teeth?) [lol] Did Luke get fed up with forcing the force and give him a fat lip? <br /><br />Or, maybe it's just May 4th. Get it? 4th = fourth = force... i.e. May the 4th be with you? Totally <span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><em>corny</em></span>, I know! <br /><br />But it somehow made a days worth of a top ten Trending Topics on twitter with the hash tag code <a href="http://twitter.com/#search?q=%23starwars">#starwars</a> as people across the planet wished eachother 'Happy Star Wars Day!'<br /><br />Now I don't even know if this is an 'official' day or a twitter created event. Well, let me google it and see. (please hold one moment please)<br /><br />Thank you for holding... Well, evidently I was in some worm hole of a time warp. Star Wars Day is indeed a 'day' of sorts. <a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=star+wars+day&amp;rls=com.microsoft:*&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;startIndex=&amp;startPage=1;">Check it out</a> on Google. Aand according to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Wars_Day">Wikipedia</a>...<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">"May 4 is called Star Wars Day because of a pun or play on words based on the similarity between "May the 4th be with you" and "May the force be with you", a phrase often spoken in the Star Wars movies.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Despite efforts to start a Church with 4 May as its Star Wars Day, as of 4 May 2009 there is no religion-supporting organization that promotes 4 May as Star Wars Day."</span></em><br /><p>Okay, so this work at home Mom learned not just ONE but TWO new things today. Star Wars Day is indeed a day, deemed by someone out there. And, I had no idea that a group was attempting to form the Jedi Church. I wonder what they worship, Jabba the Hut?</p><p>Well I'll be! Happy Star Wars Day folks, and May the 4th be with you!</p><p><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson<br /></a>A Day in the Life of a <a href="http://www.miabellasoy.com/">http://www.miabellasoy.com</a></p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-2681977206032814290?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-26811504843923252572009-04-28T07:39:00.000-07:002009-04-28T07:49:54.317-07:00If you work at home, are you REALLY work-ing?Today's post is inspired by this quote by Thomas Edison...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><em>"Being busy does not always mean real work. The object of all work is production or accomplishment and to either of these ends there must be forethought, system, planning, intelligence, and honest purpose, as well as perspiration. Seeming to do is not doing."</em></span><br /><br />Now when you set out to have a productive day at home, have a goal in mind, make a list and make it happen!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a><br /><a href="http://www.miabellasoy.com/">Got Candles?</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-2681150484392325257?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-22236322465822722762009-04-26T15:57:00.001-07:002009-04-26T16:02:33.696-07:00When you are Feeling a bit BLUE about your Home Business<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SfTn3pvySNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9xzk7WozsIg/s1600-h/v-feelingblue.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329139202371242194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SfTn3pvySNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9xzk7WozsIg/s320/v-feelingblue.jpg" border="0" /></a>It's okay to feel <span style="color:#3333ff;">blue</span>, sometimes we are gung ho with the winds of change filling our sails and sometimes we feel like we're on a treadmill. Running full speed but going nowhere.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Always remember, never, give, up. 98% of people give up in this industy, do you have a strong enough passion to keep going? Be the 2%!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>There is always darkness before dawn, and the sun will soon glow upon a new day!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.miabellasoy.com/">Candle Business</a> ~ woot!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-2223632246582272276?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-85866307652372291362009-04-23T03:00:00.000-07:002009-04-23T03:00:02.279-07:00Don't be afraid to say "Uh-lee-th-eee-uh"<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeeFbg5717I/AAAAAAAAALs/YDE3RifH8Aw/s1600-h/alethea2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325371792124794802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeeFbg5717I/AAAAAAAAALs/YDE3RifH8Aw/s200/alethea2.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>What the heck is an Uh-lee-th-eee-uh? Well, it's a name... It's 'Alethea' spelled out in un-official 'phonetics' and hey, that's ME! For as long as I can remember, my name has been mangled, mis-pronounced, turned and twisted.</strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I remember back as far as grade school when a substitute teacher would come in the classroom and mispronounce my name upon morning roll call, the entire class would chant 'uh-lee-th-eee-uh' for me, the teacher would blush, then I would blush...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Honestly, it never really bothered me though. It's a difficult name of Greek Orgin, meaning 'truth'. (no I am not Greek) {that is always the next question LOL} Most frequently I am addressed as Althea, sometimes Aletha. When I was in customer service and sales dealing with many customers via phone I was Alicia, Olivia, Alethee and more.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeeKDxhBclI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TiQ8alwf-n8/s1600-h/jan09+063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325376881824985682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeeKDxhBclI/AAAAAAAAAL0/TiQ8alwf-n8/s200/jan09+063.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I had so many people ask me 'can I call you Ally?' that I actually did that for a bit. I started spelling it 'Ale' and I was called 'Ale' like the beer. Then I tried 'Ali' and it was like the Boxer... So I then went to 'Ally'.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But it was not 'me'. If someone hollered for 'Ally', I'd not even turn as I knew my name as 'Alethea' and was not programmed to respond to Ally! (which drove people nuts sometimes resulting in a 'HEY BLONDIE'!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Having a unique name is a bittersweet curse, as a child it can drive you insane. The other kids have trouble spelling it and saying it (as well as adults and teachers) I had all sorts of (ever so 'lovely' nick names none of which I choose to share here) When I got older, I lucked out in Spanish class in High School as everyone had to go with their 'Spanish' name, i.e. Joe was Jose, Mike was Miguel, well, I got to keep Alethea as it is also a Spanish name!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeeKgeLxADI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bw0WWIxjyMs/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325377374851760178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeeKgeLxADI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bw0WWIxjyMs/s200/018.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />As you get older, this uniqueness tends to stand out in it's own way. For instance I worked in an office with 2 Jennifers. One was called 'Jen' the other 'Jenn'. We also had 2 Chris', one was Chris, the other Christine, both went by Chris. Often when people would call looking for one of them, and did not have a last name, we'd have to hunt down the correct person. Well, when people would call the office looking for me, even if my name was said wrong, they knew it was for me!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When I started web marketing, the uniqueness of my name was a blessing. <a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=alethea+anderson&amp;rls=com.microsoft:*&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;startIndex=&amp;startPage=1;">Google</a> 'Alethea Anderson' or search it in <a href="http://search.yahoo.com/search?p=alethea+anderson&amp;ei=utf-8&amp;fr=b2ie7">Yahoo</a> and well, you find ME! There is some other Alethea who married some guy in prison, that's not me. There is also one who won some sort of boat race, not me either. And the long distance marathon runner, though I'd like to claim that achievement, not me either! But nearly everything 'Alethea Anderson' on the web is me, myself and I.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is a very powerful tool when branding yourself across the web! But you know what, I am me, and that is what is most important. The reason I 'brand' myself is because I want people to see 'who' I am. I'm a Mom. I'm a wife. I am just like you. I kiss boo boos, am resident chauffer as well as in house chef. I scoop the cat box and gather dog turds from the back yard. I scrub the toilets and wash the floors. I love to garden and ride ATVs. I'm a sun worshipper and am SO ready for boat weather. I am an SUV Mom who goes on the dirt road on purpose so I can do doughnuts with the kiddo to make her laugh before school. I've been known to whip up breakfast for dinner and have cold pizza for breakfast. I'm wild. I'm sane. I'm insane. I'm normal. I'm human. I be.<br /><br /><br /><br />One unique thing, other than my wonky name, <a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea</a>, is that I have a <a href="http://www.miabellasoy.com/">home based business</a>. Though I'm not at liberty to hand out names legally I am unable to give you the name 'Alethea', but, if you want a home based business, I can show you how to get started and grow one successfully...<br /><br />Signing Off, I have branding to do!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-8586630765237229136?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-36041789975616457172009-04-22T09:20:00.000-07:002009-04-22T09:21:12.634-07:00Here's a BRICK from you wall, now throw it at the CEILING!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Se83dbHz4gI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PmyEGqL9-cc/s1600-h/v-brickwall.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327537862838837762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Se83dbHz4gI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PmyEGqL9-cc/s400/v-brickwall.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong> Do you often feel stuck? Like someone built a brick wall around your life? Like you are trapped in a box with no way of escape?</strong><br /><br /><br />Many of us feel this way, we don't know what to do. Do we stay where we are because we are safe? Or do we walk along the wall to see if we can get past it? Do we find a ladder to try to get over the wall?<br /><br /><br />Some claim that the walls are closing in on them... Others say they can never get anywhere in life because of all the walls.<br /><p><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Se85t6JsqdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yU-uiDGTktI/s1600-h/v-glasssheets.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327540345069414866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Se85t6JsqdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/yU-uiDGTktI/s400/v-glasssheets.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />What about the glass ceiling? Do you feel you can't move UP? You are unable to get to the next level? Are you are stuck in a rut? You are simply convinced that there is no way you can climb the ladder of success?<br /></p><p>Some say they'll never get ahead. Some say the world is out to get them. Others simply refuse to take a step in the right direction because they tell themselves they'll never be able to reach their goals.</p><br /><p></p><p>You are not alone, but I <span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">CHALLENGE</span> you! You see, no one is building walls around you. You are creating the illusion of walls. Sometimes we do this to 'protect' ourselves from the unknown. If we get to the other side of the wall, it is uncharted territory. We don't know 'how' to be successful. We are so used to our lives 'as they are' that instead of finding out what 'could be' we 'hide' here where it is comfy, safe and warm...<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Se8_SOhEh-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/epK3kKkDv84/s1600-h/v-breakthewall.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327546466569586658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Se8_SOhEh-I/AAAAAAAAAMs/epK3kKkDv84/s400/v-breakthewall.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Now I want you to think about that. Why are you holding yourself right where you are? Why are you choosing to 'blame' the self-inflicted walls in your life from allowing you to move forward? </p><br /><p>YOU are the only one with the power to grab a sledge hammer and break the wall. No one can stop you, unless you allow them to. It's your wall, it's your choice. What do YOU choose?</p><br /><p>Now what about that <span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">glass ceiling</span>? Do you blame your lack of success on the 'glass ceiling'? Same thing, it's not there, simply an illusion created by your mind. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Any</span>one can achieve <span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">any</span>thing, if they believe they can. Glass ceilings are almost easier to use to close yourself in than brick walls. You can see through glass, making success seem even more real, but we are fully aware that broken glass causes cuts and blood. It's another FEAR that holds us from taking what is rightfully ours. Abundance, prosperity, and success.</p><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Se9AnGGPv3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/-gDzY5zbBqw/s1600-h/v-glassceiling.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327547924598472562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Se9AnGGPv3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/-gDzY5zbBqw/s400/v-glassceiling.jpg" border="0" /></a> So I want you to keep in mind that glass is tempered now, meaning it will shatter and fall to pieces around you. So <span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">BREAK THAT CEILING</span> and make your dreams come true.<br /><br />Once we all realize that it is we who build our walls, we who create our glass ceilings, we who bound ourselves in chains and we who clip our own wings; then and only then will we break walls, smash ceilings, bust through chains and spread our wings...<br /><br />Dreams ARE reality. Fanasties DO come true. They key is, you have to BELIEVE in YOU!<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Here's a brick from your wall, now throw it at the ceiling....</span></div><br /><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a> a <a href="http://www.miabellasoy.com/">work at home</a> mom who's breaking walls and shattering ceilings :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-3604178997561645717?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-4604784650900169812009-04-21T17:26:00.000-07:002009-04-21T17:54:34.553-07:00Are you going for ORDINARY or EXTRAordinary?<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Se5peK_vRDI/AAAAAAAAAME/mzyVxoUCbYQ/s1600-h/v-seagullsoaring.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327311376294560818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Se5peK_vRDI/AAAAAAAAAME/mzyVxoUCbYQ/s400/v-seagullsoaring.jpg" border="0" /></a>How do you relate to this quote?<br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">"Most gulls don’t bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flight - how to get from shore to food and back again. For most gulls, it is not flying that matters, but eating."</span> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>...this is from the book (Jonathan Livingston Seagull) and I will be writing about this book for a few days. Written in the early 70's, the author sure had a grasp on the fact that we must 'be' and believe in order to soar... </div><div><br /><p><br /></p></div><div>Do you have it in you to <span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">SOAR </span>beyond what is ordinary, in order to be extraordinary? <p></p></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I'm going for <span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">extra</span>-ordinary here, care to <a href="http://www.miabellasoy.com/">join me</a>? <p></p></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Soaring on Silver Wings,</div><div><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-460478465090016981?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-16172898731228655812009-04-20T20:44:00.001-07:002009-04-20T21:04:50.814-07:00I actually get dressed up and 'work' all day, YOU get to be at home...Yep, it happened once again. I was at dinner with someone and in the midst of conversation about our jobs she says...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">"Well, I actually get dressed up and 'work' all day, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">you get to be at home..."</span></div><br /><br /><br /><strong><em>Oh NO she didn't</em></strong>! Honestly, I still don't know how to respond to this, other than grinning, while attempting to not grind the enamel off my teeth...<br /><br /><br /><br />Are you a Work At Home Mom? How do YOU respond when you get this sort of 'comment'?<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a><br />WAHM since 2002<br /><br /><a href="http://community.momlogic.com/forum/topics/i-actually-get-dressed-up-and">Follow this thread at momlogic</a>!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-1617289873122865581?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-26370027293796568592009-04-17T03:05:00.000-07:002009-04-17T03:05:00.298-07:00She LOL as she Ate Powdered Doughnuts and Downed a Blue Dew : All while on the wii Fit<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeZb_CAIdtI/AAAAAAAAALE/xvvT-XXouOg/s1600-h/v-wii.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325044747839502034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeZb_CAIdtI/AAAAAAAAALE/xvvT-XXouOg/s320/v-wii.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong>So I was talking on the phone to a fellow work at home Mom friend, (who shall remain nameless to protect mocking) and she told me she was up bright and early today using her wii fit.</strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I'm not sure if you have experienced the wii fit yet, but it's pretty extraordinary! It actually measures your weight, body mass index and balance and tracks your progress with a virtual weigh in with goals and a trainer each day that you use it.</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><p><br />You get to do aerobic, strength training and yoga. You really get a work out too. Sweat and all! So as I'm talking to my friend she admits that she was laughing at herself while on the wii this morning. Now if you've ever watched <strong><em>anyone</em></strong> on the wii, it is amusing to say the least, no matter who it is. So I thought she was going to say she was doing some crazy yoga pose and lost her composure or something. Well, no....</p><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeZdsk1lF4I/AAAAAAAAALU/0QeOmzrPbUg/s1600-h/v-powdereddoughnuts.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325046629796222850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeZdsk1lF4I/AAAAAAAAALU/0QeOmzrPbUg/s200/v-powdereddoughnuts.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>She continued on to say that in the middle of the wii's delay in between modes, (when the system tracks progress) she was running to the kitchen to grab powdered doughnuts, snarfing them down and sprinting back to the wii. I didn't know how to process it, I wanted to laugh, but did not want to laugh, you know? But she really started laughing and said she found humor in the whole thing. Which, I admit, is pretty dang funny! </p><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeZehVg_L0I/AAAAAAAAALc/bq62X8zqmFg/s1600-h/v-bluedew.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325047536216387394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeZehVg_L0I/AAAAAAAAALc/bq62X8zqmFg/s200/v-bluedew.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>Then she goes on to say 'it gets better!' She continued to say 'I washed the doughnuts down with blue mountain dew!' Okay, that one got me, hilarious! </p><br /><p>So she started her day with the rush of exercise, the rush of sugar and the rush of caffeine. ZING!</p><br /><p>Perhaps not negative on the calorie intake balance, at least she's even steven!</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>I love working at home, it's so fun to 'hang out' with friends locally, online and via phone. What a blessing!</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>I suppose I ought to power up my wii fit, bikini season is coming...</p><br /><p></p><br /><p>Cheers,</p><br /><p><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a></p><br /><a href="http://www.twitter.com/aletheaanderson"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325051519934339682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 35px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 27px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeZiJOBXGmI/AAAAAAAAALk/neC1XGP4qpE/s200/v-twitter.jpg" border="0" /></a> What'd the birdie say? "<a href="http://www.twitter.com/aletheaanderson">TWEET</a>!"<br /><p><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-2637002729379656859?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-69679345342827077162009-04-16T03:00:00.000-07:002009-04-16T03:00:01.062-07:00"Yes Man" Are you a 'YES' wo/man or a 'NO' wo/man...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeYhtBTTY7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/U6bgS4_wP1Q/s1600-h/v-yesman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324980666739418034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeYhtBTTY7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/U6bgS4_wP1Q/s320/v-yesman.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Last night hubby came home with the movie 'Yes Man'. I've been wanting to see this movie as I am a HUGE Jim Carrey fan.</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />I find most Jim Carrey movies to be hilarious, I remember him from the days of "Fire Marshall Bill" on the TV Show "In Living Color". The man is brilliant!<br /><br /><br /><br />Rumor has it that Jim Carrey believes in living in the 'NOW', and according to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tqoWwIDCCw">this video</a>, I believe this to be true. I've also heard that in his early career he wrote himself a check, some say 10, some say 20 million. According to this 'legend' this dream came true for him.<br /><br /><br /><br />A similar story as that of the author of 'Chicken Soup for the Soul' who wrote himself a check and tacked it to his ceiling above his bed so it was the first thing he saw and his first thought of each day (as outlined in the movie <a href="http://www.thesecret.tv/">The Secret</a>)<br /><br /><br /><br />Now back to my point, as I got a little side tracked. This movie moved me. Yes I laughed, but I cried. This movie connected with me on a deeper level, and I challenge anyone to say it would not do the same for them.<br /><br /><br /><br />The basic outline of the movie without spoiling it for those who have not enjoyed it, Carl (played by Jim Carrey) was in a dark place in his life. He shut everyone out, said no to every request, and felt unsuccessful, stuck in a rut, abandoned and alone.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeYme4oyMDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_DaxGL2_OVQ/s1600-h/v-yesbrochure.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324985921453568050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeYme4oyMDI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_DaxGL2_OVQ/s320/v-yesbrochure.jpg" border="0" /></a> Until one day he runs into an old friend, who was full of life and excitement. This friend showed Carl a brochure that stated in big, bold, red letters "<span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>YES</strong></span>!" It was not until later when he hit a rock bottom low that he reached for the brochure, now on his coffee table, and read it.<br /><br /><br /><br />He then attended the conference that changed his life. This conference awakened something within. Simply by saying 'YES' he allowed so many good things into his life. Formerly dark, dreary and alone; all of a sudden things were aligning at the precise moments and everything just 'worked out'.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Now I wonder, how many of you out there say 'no' when...</span><br /><ul><li>someone asks you to go to lunch...</li><li>when a friend wants you to spend a day shopping...</li><li>when your child's school needs volunteers for a field trip...</li></ul><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Do you always come up with an EXCUSE?</span></p><ul><li>I'm busy...</li><li>I'm too tired...</li><li>I don't have the money...</li><li>I have to clean my house...</li></ul><p>It' is important to remember, often when people ask you something, it is a door of opportunity opening. Each time you say 'no' you are closing the door and will be left only to wonder what might have happened if you had said '<span style="color:#ff0000;">YES</span>!' instead of no...</p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">In the MLM industry, I hear all kinds of <em>excuses</em> as to why people are unable to be successful.</span></p><ul><li>I can't...</li><li>I have no time.</li><li>I have no money</li><li>I have no support.</li><li>I don't know how to...</li></ul><p>These are all NO-s. Because those who are successful say YES. When they approach a wall, they find a way to climb it. When they hit a ceiling, they shatter it. When they have no time, they find it. When they have no money, they make it. When they have no support, they ask for it. When the don't know how, they learn it.</p><p>So I ask you, are you a YES wo/man or a NO wo/man? What steps are YOU willing to take to make your dreams become reality?</p><p><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a></p><p><a href="http://www.twitter.com/aletheaanderson">Twitter me</a> and find me on <a href="http://www.tinyurl.com/alethea-anderson-facebook">Facebook</a> too!</p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-6967934534282707716?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-18626365282720188362009-04-15T08:18:00.000-07:002009-04-15T08:32:53.341-07:00Susan Craft Creates freshdeliciousscents.com<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeX7IZ6UzvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Zp4QKon4cxQ/s1600-h/v-freshdelicious.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324938256248524530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeX7IZ6UzvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Zp4QKon4cxQ/s200/v-freshdelicious.jpg" border="0" /></a> Meet <a href="http://www.freshdeliciousscents.com/aboutme.htm">Susan Craft</a>, she's one of my fantastical team members. Susan is a Mom of 2 who is making her dreams come true! She has taken the bull by the horns and has chosen to embark upon a web marketing journey. She is taking the right steps and has created her very first website ever.<br /><br />It is always an exciting time seeing a team member step up to the plate in a creative manner. <br /><br />I invite you to explore <a href="http://www.freshdeliciousscents.com/">FreshDeliciousScents.com</a> and see how Susan is growing her very own home based <a href="http://www.susieq1975.scent-team.com/">candle business</a>!<br /><br />Proud Coach and Team Leader,<br /><br />Alethea Anderson<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-1862636528272018836?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-45491929759279622232009-04-15T03:30:00.000-07:002009-04-15T03:30:00.802-07:00So I'm doing this new thing with STICKY notes...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeUXped73kI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d2Tt7EYgf6A/s1600-h/v-sticky.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324688135756176962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeUXped73kI/AAAAAAAAAJs/d2Tt7EYgf6A/s200/v-sticky.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>I'm organized, I swear...Sometimes TOO organized to the point that it oozes an illusion that I might possibly be *gasp* UNorganized ~ <em>can you relate</em>?</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>Typically I use a spiral note pad, one with college rule lines. I write each of my 'tasks' and then make a nice little 'square' check off box next to each item. As I complete the tasks, I check each little box and I feel better as more of the boxes are checked off.</p><br /><br /><p>Sometimes I use highlighters in a rainbow of colors to signify the importance of each task. (Thinking this somehow will encourage me to tackle certain ones before others.)</p><br /><br /><p>However, I often find myself adding new boxes to the end of the list as I think of more 'to do'. Then I have a full page, that looks sloppy, and I re-write the list. Since I never tend to go in order, even with my pretty highlighted squares.</p><br /><br /><br /><p>For some reason I tend to tackle the smaller beasties first, as I feel if I can do 5 of the little 'easy things' before I get to the big things, I'll somehow feel more accomplished.</p><br /><br /><p><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeUcs8P_9bI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XX6cR--GB48/s1600-h/v-bigsticky2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324693692848534962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeUcs8P_9bI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/XX6cR--GB48/s200/v-bigsticky2.jpg" border="0" /></a>I admit, I am one of 'those people' who says...</p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"><em>"Let me write that down so I don't forget..."</em></span></p><br /><br /><p>It's like I need a HUGE wall of sicky notes that beep and flash at me or something. You see, when you write your 'to do' list on a pad of paper, it is just to easy to close it up, and store it away. Out of sight, out of mind, right? </p><br /><br /><p>Well, I decided to try something new. <strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Sticky notes</span></em></strong>. My logic on this is, 'if I put stickys all over my desk, they will drive me <strong>NUTS</strong> and this will force me to accomplish the tasks on the sticky notes so my desk will be clear once again.</p><br /><br /><p>I LOVE a clear and tidy desk. I have my main desk which has my lap top, a candle and a calendar and a pretty hand blown glass heart my Mom gave me. (thanks Mom, love it!)</p><br /><br /><p>I then have my credenza, that has my PC #2 with external speakers, the telephone and 2 pretty orb-like glass paperweights. Tidy and clear. The drawers have little organizer bins, pencil cups and hanging files. I have everything organized, even a file for my 'to do' list. (organized not anal, honestly)</p><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeUgQQ_tuWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3NavI6kpetU/s1600-h/v-stickymonitor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324697598247680354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeUgQQ_tuWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/3NavI6kpetU/s200/v-stickymonitor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p>So anyways, I've decided to give this a go. Now it's not the first time I've relied upon sticky notes. When I used to work full time I was called the 'Sticky Queen' (other stuff too I'm sure) as my computer monitor often was rimmed with sticky notes. I got creative and would write on the note sideways or upside down so it fit on the proper side of my computer monitor.</p><br /><br /><p>You know you've done it, you've had the sticky that was on your computer monitor so long that it fell off, you then taped it on there and it fell again. To the point you no longer even notice it and it has become a part of the landscape of your computer... only to realize that in 2009 you had dated the note 2006... (just an example, did not happen, really...)</p><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeUiJVHLn6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/0nfOSrY1AZ8/s1600-h/v-stickynotes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324699678116913058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeUiJVHLn6I/AAAAAAAAAKE/0nfOSrY1AZ8/s200/v-stickynotes.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p>So yes, I am starting new, sticky notes ON my desk. Right now I have 12. Not too bad! I have 3 on the corner as they are 'done'. One of them I just put there a moment ago, several others were 'emails reminders' that I emailed to myself that I converted to sticky notes. Quite a variety of things 'to do'. Surely I can tackle all these before bed tonite. If not, I may have nightmares of being consumed by some sort if icky sticky monster...</p><p>If this does not work, I'll consider other options. Techincally, I could have done several items on my list while writing this blog. However I found writing this blog much more fun than some of the things on my 'sticky list'. I suppose I shall blog on 'procrastination' another time. (ahem)</p><p><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a><br />"Sticky Queen" and Web Marketing Mom</p><p><a href="http://www.twitter.com/aletheaanderson">Tweet </a>Me Right!</p><br /><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-4549192975927962223?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-79658369137136737372009-04-14T12:53:00.000-07:002009-04-14T13:29:32.680-07:00A Pocket FULL of WANTS or A Pocket FULL of CA$H?<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeTsI2pRyWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cjXMjch-9Tk/s1600-h/v-genielamp.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324640296310524258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeTsI2pRyWI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cjXMjch-9Tk/s200/v-genielamp.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">One simple question, which one pays the bills? A pocket full of cash OR a pocket <span style="color:#000000;">full of wants?</span></span></strong><span style="color:#006600;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">(it's a trick question, <strong>or is it</strong>?)</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em></div></em><br />Let's say a magic Genie appears before you and says, "Before you there is a simple pair of jeans. Here I offer you two bags. One bag is full of all your imagined wants and the other is full of cold, hard cash. I give you a choice, select one bag, and fill the pockets of the jeans with as much as you can, and it is yours to keep...<br /><br /><br /><br />What would you do? Start taking cash and filling every nook and cranny for your take home bonus, or ponder upon it and go for the 'wants'?<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeTtAkdIqmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lODKCCM0BtI/s1600-h/v-2bags.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324641253500430946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeTtAkdIqmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lODKCCM0BtI/s200/v-2bags.jpg" border="0" /></a>Now I'm one who fully believes that the imagination is the key to creation. I 110% believe that wanting is the beginning to manifesting your desires. BUT. Action is the difference that separates the 'wanters' from the 'do-ers'.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeTweTApMOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/iMrbKEVt3VY/s1600-h/v-pocket1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324645062748483810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SeTweTApMOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/iMrbKEVt3VY/s200/v-pocket1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <p>Many use excuses as their weakness. I 'want to' but I can't. I 'want' to be successful but am not successful. I know what I 'want' to accomplish but I just can't do it.</p><br /><p>At the end of the day, who has more? The person who took the hot jeans, the cash and booked a vacation? Or the person who has an amazingly sexy pair of jeans full of, well, wants.</p><br /><p>You see, sometimes when opportunity is presented before you, there is a choice. The reaction to the opportunity, and the action taken when you step forward. If you wanted a $100 bill, and the radio said 'a hot air balloon will be dropping $100 bills over the next town in one hour' would you think...</p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">"..oh I <strong><em>want</em></strong> $100, but so many people will go, I'm not even going to bother..."</span></p><br /><p>Or would you see the opportunity and take action...</p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">"HONEY GOTTA GO!!!" as you are running out the door...</span></p><br /><p align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">Now who has more chance of putting $100 in their pocket? The 'wanter' or the one who took action? I would have had my keys in my hand and would have been in my car before the person on the radio stopped talking and would have heard the rest of the announcement on the car radio while I was en route on the highway. But that's me, I take action. I also would have stuffed the jeans with cash in case you are wondering...</span></p><br /><p align="left">There has to be balance, you have to know what you want, but you have to be willing to look opportunity in the face and be willing to rise to the challenge and take what is yours.</p><p align="left">Now do you want to be successful, or are you going to be successful? Let's talk...</p><p align="left"><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a> has a pocket full of sunshine and CA$H, do you?</p><p align="left">Follow me on <a href="http://www.twitter.com/aletheaanderson">twitter</a> and see me on <a href="http://www.tinyurl.com/alethea-anderson-facebook">facebook</a>!</p><p align="left"> </p><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-7965836913713673737?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-5129942707539462392009-04-10T07:00:00.000-07:002009-04-10T07:00:00.548-07:00My hubby DROPPED my new Phone, and lied about it!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Sd7FPOEOH2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/OiWr-EaL4e8/s1600-h/v-htc-touch-pro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322908674863013730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Sd7FPOEOH2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/OiWr-EaL4e8/s200/v-htc-touch-pro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It all started a few weeks ago when hubby surprised me with a new phone. He knows I'm often on-the-go and he also knows I'm a <a href="http://www.tinyurl.com/alethea-anderson-facebook">facebook</a> fanatic and <a href="http://www.twitter.com/aletheaanderson">twitter</a> tweeter so he got me the most fantastical gift! An htc touch pro smart phone, I was wow'd beyond wow-ness. This phone has Windows based technology and does everything my home computer can do and then some! (except it's all so friggen teeny, tiny, and cute!)</div><div> </div><div></div><div>So, my hubby dear has been playing with the phone like a new toy. I hear it clicking and whirring, snapping pictures, taking videos, logging onto the internet then all of a sudden I hear...</div><div> </div><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"LOOK HONEY I CAN WATCH NASCAR ON IT!"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div></div><div>He echoed from across the house, while watching Nascar ON the TV at the exact same time...</div><div> </div><div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Look, look, it's live broadcast!"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Cute, cute, I know, they never grow up do they? He sees toy, I see a tool. I'm like...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Let me TWEET darn it!"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">For me it's keeping up with Web 2.0 and technology, I admit the GPS is heaven sent because I can get lost in my own town sometimes. I have my home address programmed in so wherever I am, if I get lost I can click 'home' and my sexy, sultry Lola will tell me which way to go. (I've named her Lola like the talking GPS in the movie RV with Robin Williams, gotta love Robin!) </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Honestly I've not used the phone for much else other than the GPS and the phone with a few facebook posts and tweets. I've been so busy since I returned from my leadership conference in Las Vegas that I've not had time to read the books (yes BOOKS) that came with the phone.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">So fast forward to this Wednesday, my loving honey decided to take the phone to work to figure out how to use it. (yep, sure) Typical man, decided to leave the books at home...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Why do I need those?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">...he says. No, he does <strong>not</strong> ask for directions when we are lost. (he will never admit getting lost either ~ good thing I have Lola now) So off to work he goes, with my phone and his phone, so he can learn how to use it (show it off to his friends, you know it) So he calls me about 5:45 right after he gets off work to say...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"This phone is confusing, I'm going to get you a different model."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I told him to do whatever he thinks is best...so off he went to Sprint. Two hours later he calls me to inform me of his pending arrival on the home front. He also says write down this number... ### #### and call it and hung up. So I do...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Hello honey, guess what?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">OMG he got a new phone. You are KIDDING ME! I asked if he exchanged my phone, he informed me the Sprint guy said it was the very best and if I had questions I could go in and they'd teach me. I never had any questions, I just have not had time to read the bookSSSSS yet. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">So yes, the new #. Hubby dear got a third phone because 3 were cheaper than 2 when we got the family plan. (So do I give phone 3 to my 10 yr old daughter? Another blog another day...)</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Fast forward half hour, hubby prances in with his cute little Sprint bag, look, look at MY phone...(a different phone than mine) Enter theme music 'I'm too sexy for shirt, sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts....' sachet, sachet, turn, blah, blah, blah... while he quickly adds in that my phone had been ringing all day...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Avoiding eye contact, he digs while telling me all about his phone, the mail-in-rebate, what the Sprint guy said, etc... Then the moment of 'not-so-truth'. He fumbles, produces my phone and says...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Honey, what is that on your screen? Did you get something on it?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Um no, I am anal and keep everything perfect. When the phone left the side of my lap top in my home office in the morning it was in pristine, mint condition. With an aggitated grab I investigate the phone. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"You dropped it, on the street!"</span> I <em>accuse...</em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Enter long pause, a few bumbled words, him grabbing it back to look closer, mind racing with something to say I the response I get is...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"HUH?"</span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Proclaimed with his ever-so-innnocent green eyes sparkling as if to say 'who me?' You see, this home based business Mom worked at a telecommunications firm from 1993 through 2000. I sold and serviced pagers (Remember beepers? Do people have those things any more?) Well from my 7 years in customer service and sales I KNOW beeper road rash when I see it. He dropped my phone, my NEW phone on the street. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">He knew I had him and there was no where to retreat. At that moment I knew he was not going to that store earlier to get me an 'easier to use' model. He was going to the store hoping to cover his arse with an exchange! Yet some how the savvy sales person conned him into upgrading HIS phone!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">So I huffed and puffed for a few minutes, I was quite irked that my phone was blemished. BUT I knew I could not change it. Being mad about it would do nothing but make me feel crappy so I let it go. As he sat tinkering with his new phone. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Look honey..." followed by "Look honey..." followed by "Look honey..."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I tell you, good thing he's cute... So, fast forward a couple hours. He has his entire phone figured out already. He balanced it gingerly on the arm of the couch while we watched who got voted off American Idol. Then 'clunk'. He forgot he had it on the arm of the couch, and when he moved he knocked it onto the tile floor. I did not smile I SWEAR! Karma, that's all I have to say!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Okay, I've really got to read these mini novels on my phone so I can show hubby my phone is cooler than his!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.homebasedcandlebusiness.com/">Work at Home Mom</a></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-512994270753946239?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-22494823342475269792009-04-09T14:10:00.001-07:002009-04-09T17:30:36.751-07:00Your Soap Box : What do your 'posts' say about YOU?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Sd5lVFaROTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Lpcypb76APk/s1600-h/v-soapbox.jpg"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322803222502521138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Sd5lVFaROTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Lpcypb76APk/s200/v-soapbox.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong>Back on March 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> I blogged about </strong><a href="http://miabellablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/forum-netiquette-do-you-do-this.html"><strong>Forum Netiquette</strong></a>,<strong> and another round of negative posts has inspired me to write on the topic again...</strong><br /><br />I am frequently in awe over the choices people make regarding the company that they have personally chosen to represent. I admit, on occasion, I may waste some of my precious time being <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">frustrated</span> over the actions of other people. <br /><br />I see people, in the heat of the moment, step on a soap box and shout things to the world (<em>literally</em>, when on the www!) They claim they are simply 'venting' their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">frustration</span>, but I don't think they <strong><em>get it</em></strong>. They simply don't comprehend the irreversible damage they are creating (for themselves)...<br /><br />I know I should just 'let it go' and I always do ~ <em>eventually</em>! But occasionally, for a brief time, I get caught in the moment. The good news? In actuality, their actions really have no effect on me personally, in reality, when a forum is filled with negative <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Nellies</span> it's good for <strong>my</strong> business. <em>I'll explain that later.</em> But sometimes, I wish that other people knew the damage they were doing to themselves!<br /><br />Often I lurk, watching the conversations take place, I'll shake my head and gasp or giggle a time or two thinking...<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;">'oh no he didn't!'</span></em></strong></div><br />...only to find, yes, he DID! He did say <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">something</span> totally tasteless and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nauseously</span> negative about the very company <em><strong>he</strong> </em>represents.<br /><br />I've been known to come along and sprinkle smile dust on a thread or two as I am a very positive person and negative energy is a real downer. I choose to surround myself with like minded individuals and tend to squelch out those who dive into the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">doldrums</span>. So I like to come in and share some sparkles and rainbows (outside ideas, perspectives, and thoughts to help lighten the load a bit).<br /><br />Sometimes, this does the trick. However, sometimes an ego challenger steps forward quoting the bill of rights and the freedom of speech blah, blah, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">yadda</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">yadda</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">pbbblt</span>! <span style="color:#3333ff;"> <span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>:</strong></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"><strong>P</strong></span> Kudos to them! If they want to toot their negative horn, so be it. They are creating their experience... When this happens, I do not confront as I am not a web battler. (I'm a lover, not a fighter!) I refuse to feed the hungry egos of negative <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Nellies</span>! (negative <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Neds</span>, etc.. ) When this happens I step back and let them simply do their thing.<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>They are creating their own reality and they have a choice. To post or not to post.</strong><br /><br />Now back to how I said that these negative notions are actually good for me and my business. How? Well, see it this way. Someone is looking for a home based business. They decide to lurk in the folder for the company I represent. They see posts from negative <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Nellies</span>/<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Neds</span> and they see posts from perky positive persons (like me). Whom do you think they'll choose to partner with in their business?<br /><br /><strong>Exactly...</strong><br /><br />It is so, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">sO</span>, SO important to consider both sides of a topic that you choose to post on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Internet</span>! You may be majorly ticked off, and have the need for bleed (it rhymed, but you know what I mean right? Going for blood?) but like I said on <a href="http://miabellablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/forum-netiquette-do-you-do-this.html">March 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">th</span></a>, is your post going to cast shadows on YOU and your business TOO?<br /><br /><strong>Do you skip in-between the flowers or stomp on the ones in your way?</strong><br /><br />I'm always looking for those who stop to smell the flowers, the shining stars with smiling, positive attitudes to work with. If you are willing to learn, and are on a path of positive thought and energy, I'd love to chat with you. (of course wanting to have fun and being willing to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">LOL</span> is a huge plus too) Maybe we can work together...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a><br /><br />I <a href="http://www.twitter.com/aletheaanderson">tweet</a>, do you? <br /><br />See my <a href="http://www.tinyurl.com/alethea-anderson-facebook">Facebook</a>!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-2249482334247526979?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-19047821985561324812009-04-08T13:08:00.000-07:002009-04-08T14:18:43.565-07:00Social Networking : Before the 'Blog', the 'Book' and the 'Tweet'...<strong>Before the Blog, the Book and the Tweet...</strong><br /><br />A little Web 101 here... Personally, I've been entwined in computers for nearly 3 decades. (holy cow I did not realize that until I wrote it) I was blessed to have a Father who was enthralled with computers and I grew up with a variety of computers in my home. My first computer a Dos Based Commedor, black screen, orange letters. I was one of the only kids who were able to type up and bring in a printed book report! There was no internet as we know it back then, you could 'dial in' to text based 'chat' rooms but that was about the extent of utilizing cyber land.<br /><br />In Elementary School 'computer class' was using DOS coding to 'program' movement of a little triangular 'turtle' across the screen...In High School, typing class was still on typewriters! (actually, in college too for me)<br /><br />I remember when Prodigy came out, there was a quiet buzz among techie people and this newly found 'internet'. (did I hear Al Gore invented it? lol j/k) Anywho...they were able to log into a 'web' of information. Like cyber-encyclopedia-britannica. Not readily obtainable by everyone, still most of us used computers for typing up text and printing on dot matrix printers (remember the zingggg, zingggg, zinggggg of those printers?)<br /><br />I had my first experience of 'the web' in 1998, the year my daughter was born. Just 10.5 years ago, which seems like an eternity. I simply cannot imagine life without the internet. Back then I had a computer with Windows 95 that I got for free and aol dial up. It was so exciting to hear the whirrr-zing-bong-bong of the modem and then 'you've got mail'. Those of us with internet felt like the bee's knees. When you'd say 'I was on the internet' people would *gasp* and say 'you have a computer, WITH internet?'<br /><br />It was still so new back then in 1998. Every other week you'd get an AOL CD via mail, you would see free AOL CDs at Target, WalMart, the grocery store. Everyone was getting on AOL. Web pages loaded slow back then, but we knew no different, it was so exciting.<br /><br />No one knew what they were looking for, we were just looking to see what we could see and what we saw was so amazing. We could type in any word and find any thing!<br /><br />Then entered smut and pop ups, ack, remember? You'd make one innocent click only to have 1000 pop ups attack your computer then, remember, the 'blue screen of death'. LOL <br /><br />Wow I got a little sidetracked there thinking of how it was in those days. Look at me now, I'm BLOGGING about it. Anyone on the planet who has internet can read this post. Isn't that something?<br /><br />I got started with 'social networking' back in 1999. I was selling stuff on ebay, and discovered online websites for Moms. That's where it all began for me. Just a couple years later I launched my own company and used the web to market. This was before MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, Blogger and the like. With fewer people actually 'on' the web marketing was much more difficult back then!<br /><br />However I successfully built a strong company which was 100% web based! In 2004 I mingled my 'old school' <strong>web</strong> marketing tactics with MLM and since have sold my company and focus 100% on my MLM career building my MLM business 99% via the web.<br /><br /><strong>From the 'old school' to the Blog, the Book and the Tweet... </strong>WOW things have changed. Now one can simply log on to one of hundreds of social networking sites and present information to oodles of people just like you and me. Below I'll share 3 of my favorite Social Networking Places...<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Sd0E-xBddSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xszUsqukPZA/s1600-h/v-blogger.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322415810979656994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Sd0E-xBddSI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xszUsqukPZA/s200/v-blogger.png" border="0" /></a><strong>Blogger.</strong> What IS a <a href="http://www.blogspot.com/">Blog</a>? I hear this all the time. *gasp* Yes, it's true, there are people who have no idea what a <a href="http://www.blogspot.com/">Blog</a> is. Then again there are many that know 'what' a <a href="http://www.blogspot.com/">blog</a> <strong>is, </strong> they just don't know what '<a href="http://www.blogspot.com/">blog</a>' actually means!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogspot.com/">Blog</a> means Web-Log and was shortened over time. A <a href="http://www.blogspot.com/">Blog</a> is a type of online journal of sorts you could say. You can find <a href="http://www.blogspot.com/">blogs</a> on any and all topics imaginable.<br /><br />In this new era of online marketing, more and more people are shifting to <a href="http://www.blogspot.com/">Blogging</a> for marketing practices to aid in branding themselves and their businesses.<br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Sd0FGOGgGyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VBpW0XLd5CY/s1600-h/v-facebook.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322415939044514594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Sd0FGOGgGyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VBpW0XLd5CY/s200/v-facebook.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.facebook.com/">Facebook</a>, growing at huge proportions propelling us into the future. Once Main Stream was MySpace which seems to have fallen slight to the mass quantity of users hopping on board with <a href="http://www.facebook.com/">Facebook</a>. Simple to use navigation quickly connects us to family, friends, and long lost acquaintences and high school buddies. <br /><br />Those of use who use the web for marketing, places like <a href="http://www.facebook.com/">Facebook</a> open doors across the United States and around the planet. We can now reach hundreds if not thousands with a mere flick and click.<br /><br />I have used <a href="http://www.facebook.com/">Facebook</a> to connect with long lost high school friends, former work associates, my parents, family members cross country and more. It's a media platform that enables you to share who you are, what you do, and to aid you in keeping in contact.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Sd0FOC5yECI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QRdbxT88OG4/s1600-h/v-twitter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322416073477328930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/Sd0FOC5yECI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QRdbxT88OG4/s200/v-twitter.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.twitter.com/">Twitter</a>. This one by far is still the most confusing to people. They hear someone 'tweeted' me, or that someone 'twittered' and when you explain it as 'it's a micro blog' they just don't get it.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.twitter.com/">Twitter</a> allows people to post mini updates in 140 characters or less. Some tweet about their day, some about their business, some totally random facts, some totally helpful facts, some a potpourri of all of the above.<br /><br />No matter how you look at it <a href="http://www.twitter.com/">twitter</a> is indeed a very useful tool for networking and growing a business online. Having gotten a lot of media attention lately, the growth is simply unmeasurable to other sites right now!<br /><br />As an 'old school'/PRE-social networking website web marketer and a web 2.0 web marketer, I coach my team to utilize these methods to top ranking websites and grow successful online businesses.<br /><br />Find Alethea Anderson on...<br /><br />Blogger <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945">http://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945</a><br /><br />Facebook <a href="http://www.tinyurl.com/alethea-anderson-facebook">http://www.tinyurl.com/alethea-anderson-facebook</a><br /><br />Twitter <a href="http://www.twitter.com/aletheaanderson">http://www.twitter.com/aletheaanderson</a><br /><br />as well as many other social networking websites, simply seach me by name Alethea Anderson!<br /><br />I'm a <a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">work at home Mom</a> with a successful online MLM Business in the gourmet industry. Click <a href="http://www.homebasedcandlebusiness.com/">here</a> to find out more...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson</a><br />WAHM since 2002<br />&amp; all my dreams are<br />coming TRUE!<br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-1904782198556132481?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613885.post-51186889186287264132009-04-08T09:02:00.000-07:002009-04-08T09:57:18.307-07:00When Seeing the Lights (blue and red) how do YOU feel?<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SdzWN3cZvFI/AAAAAAAAAII/_sQXi2wwHVQ/s1600-h/v-policelights.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322364393354804306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SdzWN3cZvFI/AAAAAAAAAII/_sQXi2wwHVQ/s200/v-policelights.jpg" border="0" /></a> There is a certain feeling involved when seeing the lights flick on. I'm not speaking 'enlightenment' here. I'm talking the po-po, the cops, the police. In this case, the Sheriff... The first thing you do is question 'uh oh, are those for ME?' then you look at the speedo to see if you are speeding. Then your mind races, 'did I forget to signal?' 'did I cut someone off?'<br /><br /><div><div>Well, today as I went from a 45 zone, onto a 25 zone rural dirt road and I knew I was going a bit fast. School was starting in just one minute and I had about 3 minutes to go. I did not want my daughter late for school.<br /></div><div>Not 15 feet onto the road, I saw a police car coming the other direction towards me. Instinct led me to lift my foot off the gas and pumped the brake (the trick they say messes with radar). I said 'oh crap' (something else but for blogging sake I'll keep it PG-13) and then, as you all know that moment of...</div><div></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"he's going to pass, he's going to pass, he's going to pass.."</em><br /></div><div></div><br /><br /><div>...runs through my head at warp speed hoping my foot-off-gas-break-pump did the trick. Then there it was 'wooot' and the reds and blues were swirling. Once again 'oh crap' (edited). I did not question why the lights were ignited. I was speeding, flying, the dust behind me was proof alone! </div><div></div><br /><div>At that moment what was running through my head was "MAN I'm in my jammies, slippers and bathrobe..." (a work at home Mom can do these things) Then "EEK, my driver's license is in my purse, on the couch table, at home...." then "I don't know my driver's license number (well heck, here in Nevada they are about the length of a credit card #) THEN "oh I SO don't want to pay a ticket and have my auto insurance go UP." then "EWW traffic school...no, no, no..." then my daughter chimes in "MOMMY I DON'T WANT TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL." Amazing how all those things can happen in the exact same instant!</div></div><br /><p><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SdzTE2f67xI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hdEB9XYXB1k/s1600-h/v-PoliceStop.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322360939947421458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RQ_AtZEDduQ/SdzTE2f67xI/AAAAAAAAAIA/hdEB9XYXB1k/s200/v-PoliceStop.jpg" border="0" /></a> So I pull over, expecting to see him make a U-turn and appear behind me in the mirror. I was a bit surprised to see him backing up to align his window with with my window. I checked my rear view mirror to look at my self right quick, EEK, no chance the cuteness card was going to work this morning!</p><p>He rolled down his window, I did the same, and he used the universal sign; arm out, palm down, with a slight up and down motion. He said "sloooooow dowwwwwwn" then he proceeded to say "I have you on radar doing 40" (note to self the pumping brake trick does not work...)</p><p>But he smiled, probably because he saw me in my jammies, bathrobe and bed head. Also probably because he saw the panicked look on my daughter's face and he knew I was on my way to the school... He simply said "don't do it again, or I'll get you"! I told him that I promised, and I meant it. I even told my daughter we'll leave earlier every morning to ensure Mommy is not tempted to put the pedal to the metal!</p><p>So I got the kidlet to school, safe and sound, just in time for her to join the classes walking in. Perfect! On my way home I reflected a bit. As I firmly believe there are no coincidences and wanted to find the meaning of the lesson in this morning's experience.</p><p>What I feel this happend for was to tell me to 'slow down a bit'. I tend to go, gO, GO. I'm a 'get'er done' type of person and sometimes doing this is counter productive and one ends up to have gone a full circle right back to where they began.</p><p>When we slow down a bit, there is no dust on the dirt road, you can actually roll down the windows and enjoy the ride. You can see the scenery, and enjoy the peace.</p><p>So next time you are 'in a rush' take a moment to reflect upon my experience, feel the stress of the blue and reds flashing, then bring yourself into the 'now'. It's not worth the risk to rush!</p><br /><p><a href="http://www.aletheaanderson.com/">Alethea Anderson<br /></a>A Work @ Home Mom<br />Coach and Team Leader<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613885-5118688918628726413?l=wahm-daily.blogspot.com'/></div>Aletheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16233834784190128945noreply@blogger.com