Official Mary Kay Sales Rep

 

It’s official!!  I met with Gerri L. Gurreri, a senior sales director for Mary Kay and made the decision to be a Mary Kay representative.

I’m looking forward to meeting new people and making a little money.

What’s great about Mary Kay?

1.  No pressure to have high sales quotas.

2. Two or more ladies make a party.

3.  It’s like playing “makeup” but with real make-up!

4.  This is top notch make-up and skin care products.

5.  There are new products being introduced from perfume to fingernail polish.

6.  The products for men smell sooooo good!

7.  Glamour make-overs and pedi-parties….oh my!

8.  All products are 100% guaranteed from the day of purchase until the last drop is used.

9.   Advancement within the company is encouraged.

10.  Look younger and feel better immediately.

Last night I tried the new skin care line Mary Kay is introducing and was impressed by how it lightened the dark spots that appeared while I was pregnant with Tesla.  With a regular skin care regimen, I hope to make those spots disappear.  When we finished applying moisturizer and foundation, those dark spots were invisible.

If you are interested in hosting a party (or book party) and earning free products, ordering products or representing Mary Kay please contact me.  I am happy to help you make your beauty shine!

The new catch phrase for Mary Kay:

Let’s Roll Back the Years!

~P.

Confessions of a Bully

I love writing on my blog.  It’s a place share my thoughts, publish what I write in my college classes, bitch about my endless divorce, make new friends….the list goes on and on.

I’ve recently been called a bully by some readers and by another blog writer.  I don’t see myself as a bully, but I know bullies never think they are bullies.  So perhaps, I am a bully.

JUST KIDDING!

I’m many things, but not a bully.

1.  mommy

2.  girlfriend

3. wife (ready to lose that title)

4. pet owner

5. stop reading this stupid shit.

Hells yeah, I can be a bully.  Now if someone gets in my face, I’ll give it right back.

I was bullied in school but didn’t have the backbone to stand up for myself.

I was bullied by my father but was respectful as a child and held my tongue.  (That is out the window now)

I was bullied by my husband and actually began to think maybe I was a bad person, a shitty mother, a terrible wife, lazy, stupid….

My advice is not to mess with me, my kids, my family, my friends, my boyfriend or my dog.  That will automatically bring out the bully in me.

Yes, I learned how to box, but I don’t depend on those skills to get me through life.  I depend on my witty sarcasm and thick skin.  Name calling is silly but if I’m going to be called anything, it’s not Bully.

Scintillating Damsel has a nice ring to it.

~P.

Scarification and self-branding

I am emotional right now.  I’m nursing a cold and feeling just miserable.  Bare with me.

What drives someone to burn themselves to mark their body permanently?  I am furious at my son for burning himself with a piece of metal.  He didn’t want me to know but mothers always find things out.

He was born dead and revived and I thank God for saving his life.  Not a scar on his perfect little baby body.  That is no longer.  He has covered himself in scars, burns, cuts and tattoos.  The tattoos are terrible and none of the scars make him look cool.  He looks like he went through a war, but he is doing it to himself.

In my opinion, he is not showing his body respect.  I have nothing against professional tattoos.  I have four myself.  His look like a blind man just started inking him up.  He said, “They were free, Mom.”

Free tattoo means someone is experimenting and doesn’t have the first clue to what they are doing.  It’s obvious when you see the sad artwork on his body that someday he will wish he never had done.  Free tattoo mean shitty tattoo.

And the scarification to his body….makes me want to cry.  I don’t like the path my son is taking in life and I don’t like his friends, even though I haven’t met them.

So what can I do?  I feel sick and I haven’t even seen how horribly wrong this brand to his leg has gone.  The ones on his arms are hideous and from what I’ve been told his leg is much worse and probably infected.

Again, why?

~P.

 

Narcissist~Fiona and Ken knew

Everyone is going to look at the title of this post and say “who knew?” but that’s okay.  Fiona and Ken know who they are and that’s all that matters.

Once, a long time ago when I still lived in my house, someone much younger than me stated “He is a narcissist.”  I agreed, knowing in general what a narcissist was.

Today, a fellow blogger made the same comment about another blogger but she added the definition of narcissistic personality.

Narcissistic Personality Disorder:
Symptoms of this disorder may include, but are not limited to:
Reacting to criticism with anger, shame, or humiliation
Taking advantage of others to reach their own goals
Exaggerating their own importance, achievements, and talents
Imagining unrealistic fantasies of success, beauty, power, intelligence, or romance
Requiring constant attention and positive reinforcement from others
Easily becoming jealous
Lacking empathy and disregarding the feelings of others
Being obsessed with oneself
Mainly pursuing selfish goals
Trouble keeping healthy relationships
Easily becoming hurt and rejected
Setting goals that are unrealistic
Wanting “the best” of everything
Appearing unemotional

Narcissistic personality disorder is a mental disorder in which people have an inflated sense of their own importance and a deep need for admiration. Those with narcissistic personality disorder believe that they’re superior to others and have little regard for other people’s feelings. But behind this mask of ultra-confidence lies a fragile self-esteem, vulnerable to the slightest criticism.

After reading Fiona’s comment about another blogger it took me back to the day Ken said the same about John.

They were both right.

~P.

Lies?

For record, anything I write in my blog is told in my words.  I’m not lying about anything and my memories are the best that I can recall.

Having said that, I find the bullshit I’m getting from a certain family has gotten out of control.  Especially considering I never said anyone in that family DID something wrong.

What went from a blog to encourage people to report being attack or to help someone who is being attacked has turned into a personal attack on me.  Threats of court, telling about my childhood, etc. is ridiculous.  No district attorney in their right mind would try to prosecute someone for their writings in a blog.  Especially since we are all nobodies.

I don’t have jack shit to be sued for and the threat of it does nothing.  To make those who want to believe I’m lying, I have taken out names but in NO WAY does that mean what I wrote wasn’t true.  The ruckus being raised just brings more attention to that family all on their own.  Perhaps a phone call to discuss it or arrange to meet would have been a better way to approach it since calling me a liar hasn’t done anything positive for anyone.

Also, the person in question hasn’t had a peep to say.  Odd since everyone else is so quick to claim I threw his name in just to slander him.

Ridiculous.

~P.

Conversation about my sisters toilet. – YouTube

Conversation about my sisters toilet. – YouTube.

This conversation came after writing the post below.  ~P.

http://girlboxer1970.com/2012/07/14/pennsylvaniaslumlordalert/

Pennsylvania Slum Lord Alert

Susan has been renting a mobile home at Reisinger’s Trailer Haven that is owned by an eighty+ year old lady who doesn’t want to deal with the trailers anymore.  The are all owned by her, including the one Jerry Kennedy lives-in rent free for tending to the Haven.

Haven isn’t exactly the word I would use to described this mobile home park.  This once was a nice mobile park.  The yards are well-kept.

Kennedy will pitch a fit if you are even 2 or 3 inches in the grass.  Last night he ordered Dale to get his truck off his grass.  Dale backed up the truck and with my encouragement, he went to visit Kennedy about Susan’s bathroom leak.  It began to leak heavily for the second time.  Kennedy said he would check on it again.  He knew his half-ass attempt of fixing it the first time was a joke.  There have been many jokes Kennedy has played on the home.

We thought perhaps last night.  As of 3:30 today, he has not checked on the mobile homes bathroom floor.  The entire bathroom is slowly sinking down and the toilet is pulling away from the floor.  It has reached the point of no return.  The tiles in the kitchen and bathroom (those sticky square tiles) are broke and weakening by the second.

It is apparent the condition of the mobiles are low priority.  Photos are from the home my sister rents for $480 a month.  Kennedy almost refused her because of Blaine.  He doesn’t want children living at the Haven.  There were two children essentially evicted for having a mother who left them in the care of their grandmother who just happens to live in the Haven.  I don’t know where 12-year-old Bree and her little brother are now.  (Now I do know.  They are living with their aunt and doing well.)

This mobile home has been painted, wallpapered and painted again.  If it were not for the paint covering past leaks, one would not be able to stomach the look of the walls or ceilings.

This is a slum lord alert brought to you today by Girlboxer1970.

Look out Mr. Kennedy, you are not taking care of you rented homes.  The last thing older people need to live in are trailers filled with mold.  I wonder how everyone else’s trailer is holding up?

A question the state might also be interested in.

~P.

NEW TO POST….VIDEO WITH LANDLORD

http://youtu.be/09FPgfXCPic  Conversation with Jerry about the 30-day lease and toilet problem reporting.  Conversation with Jerry about the 30-day lease and toilet problem reporting. 7/14/2012  My YouTube channel is Girlboxer1970 if you can’t click the link.

Pennsylvania Landlord Tenant Law.

3 car pile-up~chickens involved

A three car pileup brought traffic to a sudden stop on Carlisle Road.  At 6:34 the 911 call was made by a local resident.  After more than 20 minutes, West Manchester Township fire police arrived on scene.  Traffic was directed by another resident until more help arrived.  Approximately 30 minutes after the initial 911 call, police vehicle #3 of the West Manchester police force arrived.

Involved in the accident were a Tacoma truck hauling two large pens of chickens, a Dodge mini-van and a VW Jetta.  The Jetta’s airbags were both deployed.  Each vehicle had a driver and one passenger.  There were no injuries to the humans or chickens.

The driver of the Jetta stated, “I just looked down.  I was driving the speed limit.”  He declined to give his name.

The Tacoma and the Dodge were moved from the road and the Jetta was towed from the scene.

There were no injuries to the humans or the chickens.  The chickens maintained their silence.  There was nothing left to cluck about.

~P.

Whiten that asshole

Someone told me their wife bleaches her asshole.  I didn’t believe him but I guess he was telling the truth.

Assholes are supposed to be dark…no one poops white turds.

What is Anal Bleaching – Is Anal Bleaching Safe – Cosmopolitan.

Best Outfit

I have more clothes than needed…but doesn’t everyone?  Noone lives like they did on Little House on the Prairie where each kid had one outfit and shoes were a luxury.

Dale likes to tell me my best outfit is the one I’m wearing after a shower.  See how blind love makes this man?  I am pretty tickled to have lost some of the weight I gained when I quit smoking, still naked is not my best dress.

I went to a nude beach in NJ with some friends.  I believe it was called Sandy Hook or maybe Shady Hook.  I just know there were lots of naked people there and only a few looked “good” in what God gave them naturally.  Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I was on beaches in Mexico where the woman went topless.  Personally, that is the best type of beach.  Why should only men get even tans?  Topless makes sense, but bottomless leads to sand flea bites in uncomfortable and embarrassing places.

Cover your bottom but let the top go free!

~P.