PartyLite


Anyone who will be reading my blogs should know that most of my blogs will be about PartyLite; so, first I need to answer the question: “What is PartyLite?”

PartyLite is a direct sales company owned by Blythe, Inc, and in April, the same month as I began my career as a PartyLite consultant, PartyLite celebrated it’s 35th anniversary.

This is the simplest way I can describe it: PartyLite is to candles what Tupperware & Pampered Chef are to cooking. As a consultant, I go to your home (or wherever you want to have your party); I show you some candles & accessories and give you decorating & candle-care tips; and I get your friends to buy candles. It’s simple, easy, and fun for every one; and I help you earn free candles.

If you love candles, and especially if you love PartyLite; keep watching this site for more info: I’m going to blog about “Why PartyLite,” my consultant story, & all sorts of product information.  If you have any questions or comments, just click on the “Comments” under any of my blogs.



Chicken Biscuits


Imagine a soft, buttery biscuit: fresh from the oven. Imagine it evenly covered with the perfect amount of butter: enough to know that there’s no way it can be good for you, but enough that there’s no way you’re going to care. This biscuit, by itself (or with some jelly or jam), would already be one of the best breakfasts you’ve ever had, but then, between the two halves of the biscuit, is the fried chicken that Chick-Fil-A is famous for.

That’s right; I’m talking about a Chick-Fil-A chicken biscuit. The oft-copied, never-duplicated chicken biscuit of legend (well, at least in my head).

For those of you who have indulged in this great morning meal, you know exactly what I’m talking about. For those of you have never tried one, you have my pity: but there is hope. Once located exclusively in the Southeast, Chick-Fil-A has streached across the country to the west coast and is climbing northward.

But this isn’t about CFA, the fast food place; this is about the chicken biscuits.

I work at NAI Earle Furman, LLC, a commercial real estate company (that’s my day job; we’ll talk about my other job later), as support for five real estate brokers, and this week was stressful. Like an intelligent dog, I need to stay busy to be happy; I get just as stressed when I have nothing to do as when I have too much, and this week was bad. With at least two of my brokers out almost every day and not much work coming from the others, I haven’t had a good week.

Today looked as though it would be more of the same, but as I walked into work today and passed the break room (knowing how things work around here), I turned my head to the left. On the table were two CFA bags, and I knew what had to be in them.

Oh yeah; every day is better when it starts with a chicken biscuit.



Gnomes


Have you ever had those times when things inexplicably disappear? I have a theory: gnomes. It all started on my honeymoon…

For those of you who know anything about me, I was recently married. My husband, Joel Carlton, is a technology-savy man who likes to over pack when he travels, so he carries every computer/camera/audio cable he could possibly need with him. Well, a day or so into the honeymoon, he couldn’t find his iSite. We looked everywhere: through the whole room, through all of our bags, under furniture, through the car, everywhere. We couldn’t find it. Then, a few days later, we couldn’t find one of his cables; same thing: we looked everywhere and couldn’t find it, but this time, it turned up a day or two later, and one or two other small items did the same thing over the remainder of the week. Then I realized it had to be gnomes.

Recently gnomes, originally defined as merely “dwarfish creatures that guard the earth’s treasures underground” (New Oxford American dictionary), have taken on the more mischievous connotation initially afforded to elves thanks to a combination of The Lord of the Rings glamorization and humanization of elves and South Park’s underwear gnomes. As a result, when I thought: “What could have caused these small items to disappear?” I immediately thought “gnomes.”

Now, please note; I am not a superstitious person, nor do I really believe in fairies, elves, or gnomes, but you have to admit; it sounds pretty good, when you can’t find something, to be able to say: “the gnomes must have taken it” instead of: “I’m sorry, honey, we must have left it at the last hotel.”

The story isn’t over yet.

When we got home, within a week, the iSite had mysteriously reappeared in one of the bags Joel had brought with him. It appeared the gnomes had followed us home.

So now, every once in a while something goes missing and shows up again in a few hours or days. This morning I knew exactly what shirt I wanted to wear but couldn’t find it. Before, I would have blamed the cat. Before I might have gotten worried. Now I know; it’s just the gnomes.



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