I haven't written in at least a week (the calender you see isn't visible to me at the moment and I'm too tired to look). I've been busy with work. My cosmetics supplier is not playing nice with their advertising guidelines and I've had to re-evaluate how to bring in business without rocking the boat with my advertising methods (I don't like playing by the rules). I've spent the last week and a half trying to find good ways to advertise on line and I'm coming up short in confidence with any of the options I've found.
It's a tricky thing this business of mine. Wayne and I don't need the money and considering I don't like to play by the rules, I always thought it was just a matter of time before they sent me packing. The thing is that I've grown to depend on it to keep me sane and busy - not to mention, I bring in pretty good money as well. Last week when I got the warning letter from my supplier, it hit me quite hard. I knew it would come, but I'm not ready yet so I've decided that playing by the rules is what I'll need to do to keep myself sane and in business. Now, I just have to figure out how to do it by the book (the bastards and their rules!).
Anyway, I thought I should say something so people know I'm still alive. I'm alive, tired and really hoping the soccer game Wayne is watching ends soon because I'm sick of sitting here trying to keep busy. As a rule, Wayne and I have decided to never have a second TV in the bedroom because we think if we start separating into separate rooms - the easier it will become to do it more and more often (not to mention you end up watching TV in bed instead of other things you can be doing to entertain yourself in the bedroom). We don't want that kind of marriage. The downside of this rule is nights like tonight waiting for Manchester United to finish playing...
I quit smoking when I moved to the UK, mainly because I promised my husband I would. I did it for him, but not because I wanted to. I enjoyed smoking. I missed it, but quit successfully for many years until I went through a stressful time and started again. My relapse lasted over a year. The whole time, I was ashamed of myself. I hated the smell. I hated how I felt, I hated the health risks and I hated my lack of willpower. I've known a few people who have tried e-cigarettes. I was a skeptic. I thought it was going from one habit to another. The people I knew that tried it, always had it and were constantly sucking on it. It seemed to me they were more addicted to it then they were cigarettes. I don't know any smokers that constantly had a cigarette in their hand. Then in January, I saw a piece about it on the BBC News. I watched with interest thinking they were going to say that they have found it to be harmful. What they said was quite the o
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