Catch and Release

There are times in this life when people will disappoint you.  They'll apologize. They'll disappoint again.  They'll apologize again...  Its a revolving door with some people.  Those are the ones its better just to cut the line and let them swim away.

There is no sense in setting aside time, making plans or letting yourself get hurt...again.

Learn to Fly Fish

No, I still don't want to wrestle...

I did however, decide it was high time to cross "Learn to Fly Fish" off of my bucket list.  So I bought a fly rod and found out the cute guy and his brother from the booth next to me both fly fish.  Now when it gets warmer and the weather seems just right, I'm apparently going to learn to fly fish!!  Bass Pro has fly fishing classes every other Saturday, I shall start there before calling up the nice, cute (did I mention the brothers are quite lookers.  Yummy) boys from the booth next door for lessons on the water. 

**shakes pom-poms**

Im a sucker for a day on the lake and some pretty blue eyes...

Rule #5 - No I Don't Want to Wrestle!

Generally speaking I have a bubbly, flirty disposition.  I have the world at my feet and Im pretty enthusiastic about life.  There are times...like when you spend 10 hours standing at a booth, when that "I've never met a stranger" personality comes in handy.  Its particularly handy when the guys at the booth next to you are yumlicious and there are down times when expo people are attending the free seminars! 

I have learned that when a guy- particularly one with four kids asks if you wanna wrestle, he probably doesn't mean on a mat.  Just sayin!  However; spending the weekend in the booth next to said guy when the wife is NO WHERE to be found, is at least entertaining.  Oh did I mention he has a brother, who ISN'T married with the biggest blue eyes on earth? 

**snicker**  I may or may not be looking forward to day 2 of the trade show. 

Rule #4 - Know What is in Your Drink

Im sure it would be appropriate to note that all you young ladies should always watch your drinks...those boys are always up to no good.  However...this is just pure funny if you were around that night.

Picture a long bar in the middle of a wine store at about 9pm on a Tuesday night.  There are five of us just relaxing after a networking event.  We all have glasses of wine in front of us.  The store owners' husband walks up to join us at the bar with a red, plastic tumbler.  Upon being asked "So Jeff, what is in your drink", he replies "Ice".

Indeed....ice was in his drink, which was in the red tumbler.  To date...no one knows what the drink was, but we all know he had ice in his drink.  

Rule #473 - How to Handle a Princess

I did not author this rule, but alas it makes me laugh. Rule #473, courtesy of "the old man".

"Ignore the foot tapping and high pitched tone, keep repeating 'sure, sure, there isn't anything money can't buy'.  When that fails send someone after hot coffee or diet coke (depending on what is closest) and call in the designer and full crew (all on overtime by this point)." 

I can neither confirm nor deny that I usually get my way.  **sigh**

Don't Be An Ambulance Chaser

Ready for the princess to lose yet another round with the old man?

I thought it was a brilliant idea to put the website on the nose of my Scion in reverse so people could read it in their mirrors.  I may or may not have been sitting in traffic next to an ambulance.  The old man did not agree: "we are not putting the nose graphics on in reverse......*sigh* it is not an ECNALUBMA......not that you shouldn't go around and take the city ambulance crews some damn cookies miss accident prone"


Score: Princess 0, Old Man 2  **sigh**  **taps foot**  Its my pet mobile!

Blizzards and Old Men Don't Care About Deadlines

In keeping with the insurance company's rental car reservation, I needed my Scion to be street ready by 6pm on Thursday. In an attempt at being timely (read person not wanting to piss off the claims contact right off the bat since medical bills hadn't even been brought up yet) on Monday I reminded the old man that my rental needed to be back by Thursday. The old mans reply: "don't be rushing me...this is more important than the Mona Lisa...Thursday at 6:00pm means nothing to me."  I learned later that remark translated into "rushing anything for the princess just means more work down the road fixing things and making them just right."

I told the old man he could just be my personal chauffeur until the pet mobile was ready - he said he was certain there was a rule to "have people for that". 

Thanks to a blizzard I was on the phone to the insurance company at 8am on Thursday asking (read begging in the nicest voice I could come up with while explaining that we had over a foot of snow and blah blah blah) for my rental car to be extended for another day.


Score: Princess 0, Blizzard 1, Old Man 2  **shakes pom-poms** at least the old man doesn't have 3 points!

Artistic Liberty Is Acceptable

This one is also courtesy of "the old man" who is apparently pretty well versed in his trade.  I refuse to actually admit that to his face because his ego is the only one larger than my own.

"No the scooter looks fine stretched out.....*sigh* really...."

Taking my original design from an ad to vehicle wrap was a bit of a shock to my senses, taking that wrap from a Chevy Malibu to a Scion Xb was even more shocking.

The point of content: a cartooned version of me (read princess pet sitter extraordinaire) on a scooter that is a major part of the marketing and branding (read printed on and in everything and becoming iconic in this town).  The wheel of the scooter and the wheel of the Scion didn't exactly match up, so the scooter had to be extended to accommodate the actual size and shape of the Scion.  I was told the "artistic intent" was still in tact and that noone other than a princess would have a fit over stretching the scooter.  After posting preview pics of the design on Facebook (because where else can you get hundreds of opinions in seconds), apparently everyone but me thought the scooter stretched to fit the Scion was brilliant.

For those keeping score:  Princess 0, Old Man1

Focus, Focus, SQUIRREL, Focus

Have you seen the movie "Up"?  Well then you probably understand the squirrel reference.

It is no secret that I try to do everything for everyone ALL THE TIME.  I get a little sidetracked in my multitasking, actually I get sidetracked about every 32 seconds.

Have People For That

Anyone who has known me for thirty seconds will tell you I know people for EVERYTHING!  Yes everything...I know Victor with Entremanure, its a poop pick up service.  See I really do know people for everything.  :)

I know what I am good at, consequently I know what I am NOT good at - therefore I know people who are good at those things for which I fall short.  Really, it just makes sense.

It also makes me a strategically positioned resource for my friends, family and clients.  I can not do everything, nor do I wish to - but by golly I can give you a name and number for just about anything you could possibly ever need!!  Dr Ivan Misner says "Become a trusted source for quality referrals and contacts" and that is what I strive for on a daily basis!

Love Me, Love My Furkids

This one is sorta hard and fast.  There are people in this world who are pet friendly and there are those who are not.  Both are perfectly fine people; however, they do not mix well under the same roof.

I am a professional pet sitter.  I spent my days (and nights) taking care of other people's pets while they are away at work or play.  Its my life, on their terms.

There are times when furkids get sick and my plans change because I have to go to the vet or tend to a sick baby.  There are times when a client gets stuck in an airport for one reason or another, so my dinner reservations with a significant other or drinks with a group of girlfriends turns into dinner on the fly with the furkids.  There are times when the HR department decided to schedule a learning lunch with enough notice to call the pet sitter and pray I'm available.  There are times when a project manager has to leave town with barely enough notice to get home, pack and make the flight - again pray the pet sitter is available.

I wouldn't trade those puppy kisses or tail wags for any other career path!  So I repeat...Love Me, Love My Furkids.