Days of Our Nix

Promoter angst!

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 05:04:00 +0000

Once again, I'm having promoter angst! BAHHH!

I've been thinking and talking about doing an event like this since March, but did nothing about it. A few months ago it came up again in conversation and we're off and running with it. Everyday I was going from no-one will be interested, no-one will come... to why wouldn't everyone come?? So yes, I'm having bi-polar days!

Need to finish working on a few things between tonight and tomorrow so I can start on the physical aspect of the event. Wish me luck and hope everything works out well. Really well!

The Principle of a Favor

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 19:50:00 +0000

When you ask someone to do you a favor, please remember that even if the person says yes... it is still not a priority for them. It is still your priority. Your priority to follow up and make sure that all is well and things are still on, that the person remembers to grant the favor etc etc. In general when you agree to grant a favor while yes it's important, it is not the priority of the person granting the favor. That is all.

Yep!

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 22:46:00 +0000

I thought of you again today... and yep... YOU ARE STILL AN ASSHOLE!

RIP my past.

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 08:49:00 +0000

Have you ever had an idea of someone or something in your head that happened in your past, but when it comes down to it the idea in your head is much, much better than the actual person or thing. Like when you have a craving for a piece of chocolate cake that you haven't had in a long time. Yet when you finally get it, it is sooo disappointing.

See, I had this idea in my head about the guy that got away. In my head, he was smart, witty and always fun to be around. In my head, I missed talking to him a lot. I hadn't been in touch with him for years and years. Today I spoke to him for a little.

WHAT AN ASSHOLE?!?!?!?

Birthday 2009

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 16:13:00 +0000

This was the best birthday I have had in a while. One major thing that was different is that I made plans and did something and didn't sit back waiting for people to do something for me. Twas great!

For a few years now, every September I would call my mother and say... "Let's go to New York!" My childhood years was filled with me going to New York with my Mom and hating it! I hated all the walking, the shopping, the taking off and trying on of clothes and shoes (!), the public transportation... the dirty streets. Not to mention the cold weather when we would go during the winter. Anyhow... I had put somewhat of a mind-block on New York since then. Later on I developed a love of shopping... Bargain shopping especially and where is a better place to bargain shop other than New York???
So plans were made and off we went.

I shopped everyday for 4 days and could hardly haul my loot back home. I had to ask my Mom to carry my shoes in her luggage. Next time I will not be carrying my laptop though. Barely had time to use it and ended up dreading hauling it through the airports.

When we came back to FL. I made plans to go to a crabhouse for dinner and surprisingly some friends came along as well. Aside from a glitch or two... it went well.

Then Saturday following that I had planned a Birthday Passion Party at my friend's house. That also went very well.

So can't complain... all in all... was a great birthday week!

Getting in gear!

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 20:30:00 +0000

Have you ever been in a situation where finally something clicks? Whether it is to find that final piece on a jigsaw puzzle. An earring you had been looking for. The dvd player to finally work. You know that feeling you get. The exhilaration. The triumph.

Mine clicked at 4:30a one morning this week.

I have been involved with one of the leading in-home party businesses that sells sensual aids to adults. In short, yes I sell vibrators, dildos among other things. I had been dabbling in the business waiting for manna to fall from the sky. Yes I knew logically what happens and whats supposed to happen... but it didn't click. I started off gassed up and ready to go... but I didn't fully understand the business, or what I could and should be doing to promote my business. Don't get me wrong. I did well in the beginning. Then I had a disappointing streak and so I fell off my game. I think I was also looking to others for motivation. Anyhow the long and short of it is that it had to click with me first and it did.

I started off by joining all the groups I could find to get more info. Sifted through what seemed like tons of info and then I found one that made everything seem so simple and purposeful. So I'm on my way to start growing and ENJOYING my business.

Commenter or Reader?

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 07:32:00 +0000

Do you read blogs and comment? or are you more like me? I read and remain silent.

Sure I have my opinions. Yes, I'm cheering you on or stomping my foot in objection. But I'm very quiet about it all. Yet, in some strange way it doesn't make sense. Putting it all out there is inviting people in. To comment. To agree. To disagree. To laugh. To cry. To nod. And the less favorable option of thinking that you are a total moron.

Logically I know this. However, I can't help but feel that I'm somewhat of a Peeping Tom .. err... Nix, to just read and go away. On the other hand I always look at it like there's a clique of people that meet up and do things IRL. I'm not a part of any such clique and so I'm the outsider, how dare I say anything? But you've put it out there. I have put it out there. Into the world of the unknown. Unknown world where people have opinions on things, or not.

I actually appreciate when people stop by and comment (hint-hint). I wonder why I feel like other bloggers would feel any different. I'm going to haul on my big girl drawers and go out there and participate dammit! Look out bloggers!

Cheating.

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 18:19:00 +0000

No, not the type that you're thinking about. I've been cheating myself.

Let me bring you up to speed on my thought process.

In January or February I went to Costco with my mom and they had digital scales on sale. I bought one. I had been sitting in the box since then. Last night I was sitting thinking about what to eat for dinner and I thought, "This is ridiculous, you don't even know how much you weigh." Sooo I opened the box. Lets just say I just left the gym.

Anyhow, while I was at the gym I decided to listen to an audiobook I have. It's easy to listen to music in the house because you don't have to pay that much attention... in the gym or in the car... audiobook time. So anyway, they were talking about rich people stressing about their second home. Then it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks. I’ve never dreamt of having a second home. Hell, I barely even dare to dream of a first home much less a second.

Then my realization spiraled. I thought that I had a hard time with goal setting exercises, because I stopped dreaming. I stopped thinking that I could achieve something beyond a certain capacity. I started living my life in reaction mode. When did this happen? Who am I?

The person I was was someone who had high hopes and dreams. Now literally I am confined to thinking one week at a time. If I can make it to the end of this week I’ll be okay. Then what happens next week? Something will work out. Then Sunday comes and it’s me again worrying about making it through to the end of the week. Before you know it the time passes and all that stuff that you’ve been worrying about, haven’t come through but since you’ve been so wrapped up in worrying you forgot all about living. Appreciating the here and now. Yet hoping and planning for bigger and better in the future.

In one way it sucks because I’m a very practical person. When I see luxury car… instead of performance and comfort I see unnecessary expense. So in that sense my goal might be different from someone else’s goal.

As it so happens I’m going to an event tomorrow evening where I’m suppose to dress as I see myself in 5 years. So I’ve had to put some thought into it. The first thing I plan to start doing is dreaming more, just as I did when I was a little girl and stop cheating myself out of wishing better for myself.

Being a Celebrity...

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Sun, 02 Aug 2009 04:35:00 +0000

... must be very difficult.

I was thinking about it seriously the other day. I was thinking that it must be nice to shop in Paris and vacation in St. Barts at the drop of a hat. Nice to buy a Miami Beach home while still keeping a Park Avenue penthouse. Convenient to have personal assistants and a personal chef. Designers shipping clothes to you hot off the press and jewelers vying to drip you in diamonds.

That's the good part. That's the part we all think about when we think about being rich and famous. That's the part we fantasize about while getting dressed to go to work. That's the side that you hear Robin Leach narrate.

Then there is the other side.

The real hard work side. The side that celebrities have to sometimes get up at 6 and film all day for months at a time. On the other side of the world. Away from the comforts of home, family and friends. Forget about going to the supermarket to get sugar on your own. There is paparazzi to contend with and then the aftermath if your hair and clothes were not styled just right. OMG! The horror!

We, the everyday people will even go as far as gaining 10 pounds and not even realize. Well I will. The celebrity does not have that luxury. Gain 5 pounds there is talk of a baby bump, lose 5 then there is talk of sickness. Even after childbirth. That's when the countdown is really on. How long before she gets back her pre-baby bod?

Quiet dinner out? What's that? People going through the garbage to see what brand soda I drink? Ludicrous right? Well, not for the celeb. That's just another garbage day.

The betrayal from friends that the average person deals with is magnified in national newspapers and websites. The uncertainty of not knowing who is there for you because of your status or because of you. The insecurity of not knowing whether your craft is going to be accepted well, especially if you've taken a chance outside of the norm. Then how that will play out in future projects.

Sure the glam side is fabulous, but at what price?

Sexual Predators

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 14:19:00 +0000

I won't go into the exact details of what lead me to do an online search of sexual offenders in my area, but I was shocked.

It's not like I'm naive to what sexual offenders look like. I've watched To Catch a Predator just as much as everyone else. I know they look just like the guy next door in many cases, because many times THEY ARE the guy next door. Rabbis, priests, doctors, lawyers, beggars... there is no telling who is a offender these days. In fact many times it seemed as though I was looking through any online dating service profile pictures. Every now and then though there is that person who just screamed "WEIRDO!!!!!". It was while looking at these pictures, I wished I had a photographic memory... because I'm out a lot at night.

What did surprise me though was the women that were listed. Most were offenders for having sex with minors. I don't get it though but different strokes for different folks I guess... LITERALLY!

Anyhow if you live in Florida here's the link http://offender.fdle.state.fl.us/offender/Search.jsp If you don't, I suggest you Google sexual offenders in your area and have a look.

Michael

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 05:59:00 +0000

I know I couldn't let this time pass without saying anything at all about Michael Jackson. He was my fiance. He didn't know it though... and I was maybe 6 or so when I decided that he was...perhaps if there was e-mail or if I could figure out someway to get the news to him from Jamaica to wherever in the world he lived at that time he would know.

Anyhow, it didn't work out and we broke up... but I kept him in the back there somewhere. You know that place where you keep your old loves. He was there.

I saw news articles and accusations about him later on in life, I didn't know if it was true or not, but I had moved on. I was now in a short-lived relationship with Bobby... Bobby Brown that is.

Almost two weeks ago I was sitting right here in front of my make-shift desk in my room in front of the computer and watching tv... trying to figure out if it was true or not what TMZ was saying... how could TMZ say that Michael died? I refused to acknowledge it... that is until a more reputable CNN could confirm it. An hour or so later, while watching and partaking in facebook bicker about whether it was true or not, CNN confirmed the worst.

Sure I was saddened, I was nowhere near distraught though. Distraught wasn't even in my time zone. I gathered all the MJ music I could find. I watched the Interview again, yes the one with Martin Bashir. I got sadder, because I started to see his life for what it was... sad and lonely. Then today was the Memorial Service.

I made it through Smokey Robinson reading the notes from Diana Ross and Nelson Mandela. Mariah didn't sway me one bit. But Brooke got me. Brooke's career wasn't launched off anything that Michael Jackson did... she didn't sing, she didn't dance and she was acting before he started. She simply spoke about her friend Michael and how she was able to joke with him. Tears ran down my face.

Then his brother Marlon started speaking about his brother...they flowed harder...Paris spoke of her Daddy... and the tears continued.

I kept saying all along that the Michael we knew and loved died a long time ago. However, for these people... he was their friend, father, son and brother. It touched home. He was never able to live a normal life with them. Even Magic Johnson was surprised that Michael Jackson ate KFC. He certainly couldn't just drive up to one and order food from one. Can you imagine living your life with EVERYONE watching you, and pointing, and fainting, and screaming, and crying... EVERYTIME YOU WENT OUTSIDE! Can you imagine having a father profit from you, but constantly putting you down, beating you and calling you names? As soon as he could he changed his nose, I gather because his father's nick name for him was "Big Nose". But still he was creative and continued to create music for the whole world. He inspired a whole generation of artists and musicians. As Berry Gordy said.."he was the greatest entertainer that ever lived!"

Also featured at his Memorial Service was this talented young lady Judith Hill. She was the half Asian singer who lead "We Are the World" and "Heal the World". Check her out here.

Anonymous Blogging

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 06:06:00 +0000

Recently I was talking to my aunt and she said she was thinking of starting an anonymous blog. I encouraged her to go ahead and do it. She has a personal blog, but she doesn't update it as much. I understand her need or want for anonymity.

I have that very feeling today especially. Where you have stuff to say... and it's bursting at the seams wanting to come out of you... however because I know it's offensive to some, I can't say it here. That's the downfall of having a blog and having people you know read it. The censorship issue. I hate it.

However, sometimes I have things to say and I want to share my thoughts on it with the world... friends and strangers alike. The blog is good for that. Would I want to have to maintain two separate blogs? It's not like I have a shopping blog and a personal blog... they both would still be quite personal... only one less censored than the other. The more I think about it, the more I like the idea. But would I commit to it? Not so sure... but today, right now... it sure is tempting.

Kitchen stuff

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Thu, 25 Jun 2009 07:54:00 +0000

The other day I went to a strip plaza. There were lots of my fave stores in said plaza... I went intending to go to Old Navy to grab some $2 tank tops... but I missed it. I wandered in to Marshalls and started looking at dresses (me??) and then wandered right out. I saw a HomeGoods.. and was about to go in and had to restrain myself. HomeGoods is like Marshalls but for all housewares and stuff like that.

I been thinking about buying pots lately. I love cookware. I came across this site: http://www.stainless-steel-cookware-set.com.

Week in Review

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 08:36:00 +0000

I had a mixed weekend. I figured I was going to be super busy because I had a lot of things going on at once. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would have been. I had one cancellation so thankfully it freed me up somewhat.

My mom was in town and I know it seems like she's always here but she hasn't been here to see me since March. I looked forward to seeing her. I knew she wasn't staying the full weekend because the flights back home were all full, so she left earlier than she would normally have... short but sweet trip.

The night she left though, all hell seemed to have broken loose. Last weekend I emailed a Girlfriend (yes our cyber group is called Girlfriends) of mine to wish her happy birthday and to catch up with her and she didn't respond (very unlike her). Apparently people in the group had been trying to reach her as she hadn't been in contact with anyone. Well thankfully someone took the initiative and called her cell and when they didn't get her they called her home phone...her parents answered and explained that she died a few weeks ago. I was in shock. Serious shock. No-one knew that she was that sick... but apparently she was.. and she died. Shock I tell you.
RIP- Miriam Lee Hilton.

I also got to hook up with my IRL girlfriends and we went to an annual fashion show that we usually attend and had dinner afterwards. The show was great and had a lot less filler than previous years. Then of course the after dinner conversation was good. I tell you, always a good time meeting up with old friends and I think it's important as well.

Finally picked up some books that the library was holding for me... so between that and the regular stuff I think I'm going to be a bit busy.

Also, I don't know why this bothers me as much as it did... I hate when people are rude to the help. Hate it! I think having lived in America and realizing that we're pretty much all or mostly on a level playing field and people can go from top to bottom and bottom to top very quickly... that it's in your best interest to live good with people. I saw an entry on twitter no less that was of the "does she know who I am" type. Annoyed.the.shit.out.of.me!!!

Products.

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Sun, 07 Jun 2009 00:20:00 +0000

You know when you watch tv late at night or on the weekend and you see those products that make you think WTF?!?! I was actually browsing a blog today and came across this product.... SERIOUSLY... WTF?!?!?!?!?!?

They're serious too... www.cuchini.com

Religion and Human Nature.

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Sat, 30 May 2009 02:27:00 +0000

I am not one to discuss religion or politics. I have always maintained that a discussion of both topics rarely does anything to sway anyone's view. Mostly it becomes a shouting match with parties leaving disgruntled rather than enlightened.
However, that being said, I think I should chime in on Father Alberto Cutie.

I am not Roman Catholic and I do not claim to understand a bit of their views and traditions. I don't get their views on contraception. Sex should be used for procreation and not pleasure, is that what they are saying? In these times I think that they are turning a blind eye to the fact that there are Catholics having pre-marital sex but without contraceptives, which unfortunately leads to many other sins. I could say a funny about thats why sex within the Catholic church takes place on a homosexual level... but that's not funny, or kind. Especially to the homosexual population. The little that I know about Father Alberto Cutie.. is that he was a Catholic priest who decided to have a girlfriend. He thinks that being a Catholic priest and taking a vow of celibacy is unnatural. So he has excommunicated himself from the Catholic church... gone on to an Episcopalian one and has intentions of marrying his divorcee girlfriend. Good for him.

Yet, in the news everyday he is being hounded by the paparazzi with them plastering pictures of him and his girlfriend frolicking on the beach. Isn't that what normal couples do? There has been worse things happening within the Catholic church and so the mere fact that Father Cutie is in fact caught up with a woman (who is of age and who he plans to marry) should be celebrated.

It's not the first time something like this has happened? Didn't anyone watch The Thorn Birds??

Summers in Florida

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Thu, 28 May 2009 06:49:00 +0000

As all my regular shows are coming to a close, I've begun to wonder about my Summer fare of television. I expect Big Brother will be coming up soon. That's always interesting, not necessarily sensible, but interesting. There is another one called Mental, its on the DVR but I haven't gotten that far yet to watch the pilot.

Summer in Florida is always funny. You'd think that because it is Florida that it would be filled with beach going and sun. However summer is always a time of worry for us people in Florida as it is typically our rainy season as well as *shudder* hurricane season. Past seasons have proved that hurricane season can be very unpredictable. The year that they predicted that it would be our most active by far, we rarely saw an activity and yet the years that there wasn't much being said about it... we saw the most damage. So who knows what this year will bring.

My hope is that it will be a safe one. There is current threat of war from North Korea, unemployment on the rise, plus the impending hurricane season. It all leads me to believe that this summer will be one to watch. That I will be doing... watching.

Food!

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Thu, 21 May 2009 20:27:00 +0000

Isn't food great? Like even better than sliced bread...because hello... sliced bread is food! Unfortunately I have the belly to prove my love of food. Anyhow this won't be one of those posts. Today I'm celebrating food.

This week my friend mentioned that she had gone to a restaurant for dinner and I had never heard of it. I am always looking for a new spot, so I went on Yelp to look it up. It was Buena Vista Bistro. Good reviews too. While I was reading the reviews I thought about it and decided that since that friend loves food as well and she's particularly eloquent, then maybe she would do a great job on Yelp. I proposed the idea and she did one better... she said that she had been thinking of doing a food blog... so she did!!! Please, please check her out. She's a very good friend of mine and I think she's just fab... but chances are if she wasn't my friend I'd still think she was fab. Check it... DAT EAT GOOD errrr... nuh mind the name... she's really eloquent err usually...but her upbringing was a little ahmm rural (aka: she come from country). LOL!!

Another find today, on twitter no less, was Food Porn Daily Just as it promises by the name... some of the food shown there should be classified as X-rated. Sinful at it's best! Check it out!

Useless fact about me #502: Descriptions

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Tue, 19 May 2009 07:06:00 +0000

I suck at them. Seriously!

My short term memory is shot to begin with, so if someone comes in here and leaves... I can't remember what the hell it is that they were wearing. Then if you ask me to describe someone... forget it. It's just like that police sketch of a serial rapist on the news... could be just about anyone!

I can tell you the basics. Tall or short, fat or thin, white or black. But in the middle, it gets hazy. I can't tell you what is considered light skinned or dark skinned unless it's the extreme. And I definitely can't describe a nose unless its bulbous or thin. Thats it.

It's not that I don't know adjectives. I do. I just can't string them along properly to give an accurate description of someone. I can describe objects though.

Fragrances and Memories

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Wed, 13 May 2009 06:36:00 +0000

Smells, just like certain songs, can always transport me to somewhere in my past. They trigger memories and feelings. When I smell a certain scent.. I can't even explain what it is, I'm reminded of a time when I sat at home for 13 hours waiting on this guy to come see me. Needless to say, he never came... not that day, or the next day. He eventually did come by, but by then I was well on my way to being over him. Even now, I'm still on my way... I haven't truly gotten there as yet, but I digress.

In allowing myself to wallow in the memories with the smells and songs... I wonder.. is this it for me? I won't say I am totally unhappy, but I am unsatisfied. TOTALLY. With where am I now and what my expectations are for myself and for my family. I can't believe that I am still having certain fights with myself and with my husband. Will this ever end? It feels like torture. So much time has passed and yet we're still here in the very same position. The only consolation is that sadly with the economy the way it is, we are not alone. Yet, there is no comfort in that.

Oprah/KFC Free Giveaway!

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Fri, 08 May 2009 23:33:00 +0000

What the hell was KFC thinking? We're in a recession, people are broke and hungry.... then they went on OPRAH, not Jerry or Tyra, to announce that there were coupons for a free meal. Have they seen the Oprah show before? Did they hear that when she puts a book on her Book Club list usually it becomes a bestseller? And that's when people have to buy the damn book. They said they didn't expect such a turnout... as far as I'm concerned while it was a good gesture, someone at KFC needs to be fired for coming up with an idea and not doing enough research before implementing said idea.

Granted they still are going to honor the coupons, but in stages... they should have done this in the first place. Duh!

The Power of Contact!

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 04:12:00 +0000

Having the internet is great. Facebook is also great at linking up with old friends. Twitter can be fun for catching up with friends, celebs and the news. All that is fun and useful. However, there is nothing like human contact with friends.

This weekend after a long and exhausting week, we all planned to get together at a friend's jewelry show. That was fun. Trying on jewelry and chatting. Catching up. Part two was supposed to be dinner. One of the girls brought her daughter to the jewelry party and decided that it wasn't in her child's best interest to be around us all for dinner... because our conversations get a bit raunchy at times. We can be good. Honest. I mean it.

Anyhow three of us ended up at dinner. The conversation was good. When I got home I felt connected and somehow recharged, if only for a few minutes. So while cyber-connecting is good... people still need to keep in touch IRL.

Wow! Minority Report here we come!

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 15:50:00 +0000

Children and Discipline.

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 17:19:00 +0000

More specifically other friend's children and discipline... or lack thereof.

This is such a touchy subject for me, because of course I do not have children and so by some people's standards I am not qualified to comment or have an opinion until I walk in their shoes. That's all fine and great, I understand. However, I do have an opinion on the matter.

I understand that some children are rude. Plain and simple. There is no amount of punishment, discipline, bribery or candy that will change that. They will do what they want to do, when they want and laugh at the consequences (if there are any). Thank God I'm not around such children. I have seen them though. So I know that they exist.

These children in particular are not outright rude per se. I think that they are bored and so they just create activity to entertain themselves. The problem I think is that they do not listen to their mother. Their father however will give one warning in the morning and it will carry out all day into the evening. Mother, not so much as five minutes and they are acting up again. I know they are terrified of their father, but not in a sense that they don't interact with him, or have fun with him. They love their father and show him tremendous respect. They just follow his instruction to the letter because "Daddy means business". They've said so.

When I'm around them, I try to reason with them to see why they are not listening. Remember they are not mine, so I don't have to be patient with them 24 hours a day... so the two or so hours that I'm with them... I can be patient.

This week I was able to witness firsthand where part of the problem lies. They were acting up again. After hearing their mother scream for the umpteenth time... the father intervened and asked them to come in the room where we all were and had one sit at one end and the other one sit at the other end and be quiet. They came quickly and sat down. Quiet. After some minutes they started to fidget... the father spoke again... fidgetting stopped. Then something funny happened in the room. One of the children was struggling to hold it together, their mother pointed it out that he was trying not to laugh and started laughing at him. HUH? Shortly after, the father left the room for a few minutes and it was as though someone freed them from punishment, even though their mother was still there. So I asked them if the punishment was over, they acted unsure... but their mother didn't say anything to enforce the punishment so they all got up and started playing again. Luckily I had to be somewhere so I left.

I was truly annoyed. I realized that the children do not take their mother seriously because the punishment is not consistent between both parents. They are not both on the same page when it comes to disciplining the children. The father is more direct. They know what they are doing is wrong so he says stop and that is it. With the mother there is more reasoning for it to be fair for everyone... which ends up in more debate, more bickering... until she gives in.

I strongly believe that children need discipline. They also need for you to follow through on promises... good ones and bad ones. If the punishment is just, then there should be no debate.

My question now is... as the friend of the parents... do I continue to bite up my jaw corner and continue to witness the disrespect? Is there ever a right time to point out this mistake.... even though she sometimes ask why her children don't listen to her. I usually shrug it off. Does she really want to know? Is it my place to tell her?

Held Hostage by my bank!

noreply@blogger.com (Nickie Nix) — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 01:46:00 +0000

I'm not too big on banking. Especially with a joint account. So usually I have money in the bank to pay certain bills... and thats it.

This week I had a big check out and so I was monitoring the account to make sure that despite all the little incidental spendings that there was enough in the bank for the check to clear. Imagine my surprise when my account dipped drastically in the negative hundreds. I made a quick call at 5a. to my husband to verify that it was not him that had temporarily lost his mind. It wasn't. This time. My next call was to the bank, who reminded me gently that the normal business hours begin at 7a.

I called again... and was told that even though they did see the transactions pending, there was nothing that they could do about the transactions until they actually posted. So three days later... they are still pending and so I'm forced to look at my balance in the red... until they actually post of course. Meanwhile, I know we didn't charge any of those transactions and according to the bank they cannot do anything about it yet.... so here I am... looking to see if and when they will post so I can call the fraud department.

Sucks doesn't it!