sunday, sunday...

it is sunday morning and i am sitting in front of my delightful g5. yes the pastor's wife is feeding her internet obsession when she should be saving souls and acting holy. we had a rough night at the hensel house... i was ready a scary crime book that freaked me out so bad i could not sleep. (the book is now sitting on my front porch cause i am too scared to look at it.) in the midst of this, malin was waking up about every 2 hours crying. i had a good alabi though, i was too mortified of what was lurking in the shadows to leave the confines of my bed. default: craig goes to see what is the matter. then this morning she woke up with a temp of 101.2. so i am sparing all other mothers of cbc the dreaded "mystery fever" that malin seems to get now and again.

so i figure that i better write a bit more often cause when i sit down to write i have writer's block. not because i am at a loss for words, oh no. i have too many things running in my mind.

well, moxie moms is going along swimmingly. it is great. i finally got over the "correct" way to do business and just started calling people. i was sick of trying to coordinate the 2 hours a week that i did not have an entourage consisting of a butterfly chasing 3.5 year old and a 20 month old once obsessed with one word commands (taste! taste!) who has graduated to two word commands (stop it!!!) with the one hour a week that a business owner was actually at their business. it reminded me of the breif by bill geist on cbs sunday morning about the "mail girls" of lake geneva, wi, who literally have to jump off a moving boat onto a dock of a wealthy chicagoan on vacation for the summer, deliver the wealthy chicagoan's mail, and jump back onto the boat. all while the boat is still moving and there are paying spectators on the boat with their faces plastered against the plexiglass as they munch on popcorn. talk about making a small window of opportunity even smaller. after i got over the courtesy of "face to face" business dealings (images of my mother saying to me, "i would never hire someone who came in looking for a job in jeans" were calling to me) and besides the fact that having to look somewhat professional when you are choing back tears of rejection was somewhat of a challenge, i realized that i would become a moxie mom at the age of 47 at the rate i was speeding along. so i called my first victim. it happened to be the owner of "heart's desire" (a gift shop in town) who answered the phone. i gave her my schpeil, "himynameisjenahhenselandiamworking
onstartingaclubformomsinwinonacalledmoxiemoms...doesthatsoundlikesomethingyou
wouldbeinterestedin??? and to my great surprise she said yes! i was elated! after about 15 calls, i have 9, count 'em, 9 businesses on board. so much for the proper way to do business. it was also such a great feeling to shout into the reciever after a rejection, "yeah, well, too bad i am telling everyone in town how much you SUCK!" with nary a tear in sight.