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The once Great State of California, for whom I currently work, is truly on the brink of disaster.  It is overly taxed and overly regulated and not friendly to business or to entrepreneurs.  Is it any wonder so many people are now moving out of the once Golden State?  I am a 3rd generation California Girl … and I am truly ashamed of how it has turned into a welfare state.  It’s embarrassing as a citizen of this state and as an employee of this state.  People moved here for freedom and the chance of entrepreneurship.  It is being destroyed by regulation-happy liberals.  If this state is not to go to the same fate as the City of Detroit, people must stand up and do something rather than sit idly by.  My ancestors who gave so much to move here would be appalled by the “gimme gimme gimme” attitude of so many of the people living here now.  Oh, heck, Roy and I are appalled by the “gimme gimme gimme” mentality of today.

What ever happened to good old fashioned hard work and personal responsibility rather than depending on handouts?

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American

Roy and I were never raised to think we were anything other than “American”.  Yes, my ancestors came from Scotland, Ireland, Holland, and Germany … but I’m not “Scottish American”.  I’m not “Irish American”.  I’m not “Dutch American”.  I’m not “German American”.  I’m not “White American”.  Those sort of “classifications” only set to further divide us.  We’re not racist either.  We have never owned slaves or put people down because of their color or race.  We look for who they are as people.

Roy and I are at a business meeting this weekend teaching self-sufficiency, entrepreneurship, and independence.  There is every type of person imaginable here.  We all have the goal of bettering ourselves and bettering our country and bettering our world … and we are *AMERICANS*.  Period.

Those classifying terms only work to further divide us rather than help us work toward a common goal of improving our lives and that of society around us.  We’re AMERICAN and we expect those that are lucky enough to consider themselves American and to be protected by the Constitution and our military to start *acting* like Americans and stop trying to divide us into factions.  It’s just demeaning to everyone and others … not to mention the person that is trying to divide us.

Maybe that’s too much common sense for the average man and sheeple of this world though.

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 “She gets hungry for dinner at 8.  She loves the theatre, doesn’t come late.  She’d never bother with anyone she’d hate.  That’s why the lady is a tramp …  will not dish the dirt with the rest of those girls.  That’s why this chick is a tramp.  She loves the free cool wind in her hair, life without care.  She’s broke, but it’s oke.  Doesn’t like California, it’s cold and it’s damp.  That’s why the lady is a tramp.  She gets far too hungry, baby, to wait there for dinner at 8.  She adores the theatre, however doesn’t get there late.  She’d never bother with someone she’d hate.  That is why the lady is a tramp.” 

‘THE LADY IS A TRAMP’; Frank Sinatra

 

 

i'm different

 

 

No one has ever understood me, as I’ve said before.  I come from a long line of people who the sheeple of this world don’t understand.  That’s ok with me.  I’m happy with who I am and I do ok in life (generally at least).  I may get knocked down but I always come back up, swinging.  Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, will ever keep me down for long.

In any event, I have always had family and friends that laugh at me because I’m different and I march to my own beat.  That’s ok.  I also know that I fascinate them all with how I carry on.  That’s ok too.  All I care about is if my husband, my children, and my mother/father love me and care for me.  They do.  They may not always understand me … but they love me for who and what I am.

 

 

“… My friend, I’ll say it clear.  I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.  I’ve lived a life that’s full.  I traveled each and every highway, and more, much more than this, I did it my way!  Regrets?  I’ve had a few but, then again, too few to mention.  I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption.  I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway, and more, much more than this, I did it my way.  Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew, when I bit off more than I could chew, but, through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out.  I faced it all, and I stood tall and did it my way.  I’ve loved.  I’ve laughed and cried.  I’ve had my fill, my share of losing, and now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing.  To think I did all that, and may I say, not in a shy way!  Oh, no!  Oh, no, not me!  I did it my way.  For what is a man?  What has he got, if not himself, then he has naught, to say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels?  The record shows I took the blows and did it my way.  Yes, it was my way.”

‘MY WAY’

 

 

I think I’ve done ok with my life.  I am a Baby Boomer that was raised a suburban kid.  I went through college.  I got a good degree.  I stopped working to raise my children.  Two out of my three wonderful children had disabilities.  One of them has died.  I’ve been through divorce, major medical issues of my own, financial upheaval, remarriage, relocation, unemployment, and job searches.  However, I have ended up with a pretty darn good job (since I must have a job right now, although I’d sooner not work than have to work, but that’s a different topic altogether) on Capitol Mall in Sacramento, 2 blocks from the State Capitol Building, in a very politically charged arena, and am being promoted quickly up that ladder.  Roy and I have a thriving online marketing business and a mobile disc jockey business.  We live in a terrific rural area, well outside of suburbia and city-life, which is definitely our preference.  Roy has a good new job.  After many years of instability financially, we came out as united as ever, swinging and fighting our way out.  We have, as we both always do, landed on all 4’s.  (Yes, that’s a mixed metaphor and I don’t care.)

 

 

“… & everything’s starting to hum. Still it’s a real good bet the best is yet to come.  The best is yet to come, and, babe, won’t that be fine?  You think you’ve seen the sun but you ain’t seen it shine. Wait till the warm up’s under way … and wait till you see that sun shine day.  You ain’t seen nothin’ yet!  The best is yet to come, and, babe, won’t it be fine?  The best is yet to come!”

‘THE BEST IS YET TO COME’

 

 

Today is my birthday and I love having birthdays … because they are by far better than the alternative of not being here to have one.  I am cut from a different cloth than most people and celebrate my uniqueness … and I’m glad to be married to someone who saw that in me and celebrates the fact that his wife is unique and different too.  As Roy has told me, that’s much of what attracted him to me … and part of why he married me … because he knew he was the same and that way we’d understand each other’s quirkiness.  I continue to do it “my way” and plan on doing it “my way” for some time to come.

Now, admittedly, at times Roy (or those that love me) may get frustrated by the fact that I am not normal, but I can’t and won’t change … and they wouldn’t really want me to do so.  At least someone who truly loves you wouldn’t want you to change.

While I’m not by any definition of the word “young” any longer, my spirit is … and my personality is … and I will live to enjoy my life as long as I can.  Using my love of good wines … my life is like vintage wine, all the way from the brim to the dregs!  I’m still living it to the fullest no matter what happens and no matter how old I am.

 

 

“When I was 17, it was a very good year. … When I was 21, it was a very good year. … When I was 35, it was a very good year.  … but now the days are short, I’m in the autumn of the year, and now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs, from the brim to the dregs, it pours sweet and clear. It was (and is) a very good year.”  

‘IT WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR’

 

 

So …

… with that …

 

 

WHEN I WAS 58, IT WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR, NO MATTER WHAT ISSUES CAME UP!

 

 

AS I TURN 59 YEARS OLD TODAY, I CAN HONESTLY SAY THIS UPCOMING YEAR WILL MOST DEFINITELY BE A *VERY* GOOD YEAR!!!

 

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

 

 

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There may be only a few of us “mavericks” around … but Roy (and my daughter) in particular knows this would fit me better than a lot of people who think they know me realize.

 

 

boots and dirt

Roy figured out that this is the way I am …

… and married me anyway …

… and loves me anyway …

… whether I’m in my cowboy boots …

…or …

… on my mountain bike …

… but …

… I do love my boots!!!

 

 

“Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots, and ruined your black tie affair.  The last one to know, the last one to show, I was the last one you thought you’d see there  …   Well, I guess I was wrong.  I just don’t belong, but then, I’ve been there before.  Everything’s all right.  I’ll just say, ‘Good Night!’, and I’ll show myself to the door. Hey, I didn’t mean to cause a big scene  …  Yeah, I’m not big on social graces, think I’ll slip on down to the Oasis, cuz I’ve got friends in low places …”

‘FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES’, Garth Brooks

 

 

While I may have been born into a fairly comfortable life up-front, things haven’t always gone “easy” for me, and I fought my way through.  Besides, as I’ve discussed before … I never fit the mold of “California Girl” or “suburbia” (more like “suburgatory” in my eyes) or “high-class” or “Beverly Hills” or “Hollywood” or however you want to classify any part of me being born in California in the middle of the Baby Boom generation.  I am more in line with people like many of my ancestors  …  7 brothers thrown out of Ireland in the 1600’s and sent to the New World  …  a young German boy who stowed away on a ship in the 1700’s and came to America on his own, never looking back  …  the upper-crust that chose to move to California in the early 1900’s in search of entrepreneurship and a less stifling life  …  a divorced Dust Bowl woman who moved to California with 2 young children  …  Rob Roy  …  or so many more than are listed.

 

 

“I wish they all could be California girls …”

‘CALIFORNIA GIRLS’, The Beach Boys

 

 

I may have been born a suburban Baby Boomer kid raised mostly in California (but not completely … read prior blogs) listening to rock-n-roll music and raised fairly comfortably, but you can’t even classify me by the music I like.  I like Big Band.  I like Classical.  I like Rock.  I like Country.  I like a variety of other things.  I’ll credit my mommy and my daddy for giving me a wide foundation in music.  (I just don’t like rap.)  Don’t try to classify me.  It won’t work.  Probably the closest is this:

 

 

“I am a red, white, and blue blood graduate of Honkytonk U.  That’s right – a red, white, and blue blood graduate of Honkytonk U.” 

Toby Keith

 

 

No … I’m not politically correct.

… never have been … never will be …

 

 

Pay close attention here …

 

 

I NEVER HAVE BEEN POLITICALLY CORRECT!

I NEVER WILL BE POLITICALLY CORRECT!

 

 

 

… getting ready to go ziplining in Kauai with Roy …

 

 

Hey, Roy, it’s time for me to put on my boots!

Let’s go out to dinner tonight and celebrate my birthday in STYLE!

I’ll try not to get dirty or muddy … but I won’t guarantee anything … ever … 

 

 

 

 

 

Carry on, all!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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train of thought

Today is our first day of vacation.

We’re off for 3 wonderful weeks.

We need more times like this, which is why we continue to strive forward and attempt to build our own business and our own financial freedom, in spite of government intervention.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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We’re leaving on vacation within the next few days … and are looking forward to it immensely (plus we’ll be handling some of our private entrepreneurial business ventures while on the trip and that’s very exciting for us). So … when people try to tell us how “lucky” we are that we get to do this … here is our answer to them …

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Remember … each person creates their own “luck”, no matter how much hell they may have gone through in the past.

Children

Death of Important People

Divorce

Legal Issues

Job Loss

Financial Issues

Medical Issues

Career Changes

Change of Address

Roy and I, with all we’ve been through (all listed above … plus more that are not yet discussed …), are prime examples.

Even when we were going through hell, we never ever EVER gave up.

Even when it looked like we’d never get through it, we never ever EVER gave up.

NOT EVER!

Make your own luck.

WORK FOR IT.

Good things come to those who WORK THEIR ASSES OFF.

NEVER GIVE UP.

EVER.

~*~*~*

Carry on, all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Roy and I were both taught, as we grew up, that to get anywhere in life,

YOU DO WHAT YOU GOTTA DO.

I’ve talked about this before.

It is a success principle that is a “no brainer”.

However, most people don’t have the fortitude or the strength of character to actually do it and see it through NO MATTER WHAT.

A friend, business colleague, singer, and speaker put it this way:

“To have something you never had, you have to do something you’ve never done .”  Curt Goad

 

Go for it.

Commit.

Do it.

No matter what.

 

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… which is why Roy and I choose to keep driving forward with determination …

NO MATTER WHAT

 

 

 

 

 

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