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I’m looking forward to turning 38 tomorrow.  Life is good. 

Despite my hatred of Ohio State and EVERYTHING. 

Yet again, and this time on a whole new level of crazy, I’ve become one of those people.  It wasn’t enough that I became a PETA-loving vegan, I had to go out and become the crazy ”come to my party for a very special presentation on how to improve your health and financial well being” JUICE LADY. 

That’s right, I’m a network marketer. 

See, I really wish somebody would pay me to write on my blogs all day about whatever I please and with my adequate-at-best grammar and writing skills.  I wish that web design was always fun and creative and lucrative and that projects always ran smoothly and that people paid me on time.  I LOVE being a web designer, I love design and blogging and the whole damn medium.  But I came to the harsh realization that it ain’t ever going to afford me the life that I dream of. 

I don’t want to work for somebody else, although some days I think it would just be so much easier, I’m just not cut out for it.

I can sell that which I’m passionate about, and over the course of the last couple of years—nutritional healing and preventative, alternative wellness schtuff has really captured my heart.  MonaVie fell in my lap and I just had to give it a shot.  It was my opportunity! on so many levels. 

Over the last couple of months I’ve been working that business quite a bit.  Imagine my shock—having to communicate with people IN PERSON

and ON THE PHONE

(oh the horror). 

But you know what?  I find that it’s the perfect compliment to my design business and my lifestyle, it gets me in contact with humans again and it’s exciting and healthy and all good.

I don’t have to spend my whole life in front of the computer each week anymore.  I am making a little money with MonaVie and that will only grow; just that idea brings my creative designer spirit back to life.

So, this Friday I’m hosting a MonaTini party.  I mean, what business allows you to have a bunch of people over, play some loungy jazz music, and pour martinis for people?  It’s a business FOR ME, that’s what it is.  You may call me crazy if you want to. 

I adopted a puppy but my camera is broken.  Until I can get it to the shop, I’ll just have to share the George Costanza glamor shot taken for his adoption photo.

He’s the sweetest dog I’ve ever met besides the fact that he eats office furniture.  Miraculously he does not bother my allergies; the organization that rescued him worked with me by letting me keep him a few days before committing—they called every day and were just so wonderful.  A lot of people applied for this little guy, but they really wanted somebody that was home and could give him lots of time and attention. 

He is a poodle/pomeranian mix (or “pomapoo” if you’re fancy).  His name is probably going to be Tucker (because he tucks his head in your elbow nook when you hold him).  You’ll be hearing more about him in days and weeks and years to come.