So my cousin and I were discussing how to get this country back on track and I think we have come up with a pretty good plan. Obviously the current system is not working and so it is time for a change. First of all, Congress should be reconfigured and this is how it would work. Just because you have tons of money and have managed to hold enough babies to get elected, does not mean you will make the best decisions for the country. There is absolutely no correlation between the two. What we need is a national IQ test. Only the top 10% would be in the pool. In addition to IQ, you would have to prove that you are capable of living consistently within a budget. All of those who qualify would be in the Congressional pool of candidates.
Each year a group will be called for Congress duty. It would be a diverse group, (US Citizenship would still be required). In addition, Suze Orman and Madea will be part of Congress because we need a numbers person and some comic relief. I can just see it now. A Bill would be introduced that included a $200 million museum in who knows where. Suze would say, "What, you haven't paid for the other 312 museums you have already built!" DENIED! Madea would say, "Who wrote this? This is STUUPIDD! Are you crazy? Go sit down!"
I think this may work. What do you think?
Sleep sweet and have a great week,
Michelle Perkins
Monday, September 12, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Just Don't Stand on the Tracks
My blogging is sporadic at best. I decided I needed a topic that would keep my interest for more than a day. So while I hung out in my bed (I have trouble sleeping) I figured it out. My blogs would be the letters I never wrote but wish I had. The first letter I am writing is to myself.
Hey You,
I remember you when you were in your early twenties. You know the girl that I'm talking about. She had the world by a string and never backed away from a challenge. She was rarely seen not smiling or laughing.
That girl has experienced much since those somewhat care-free days. I'm sure many times when your feet were being held to the fire, you didn't know if you could make it through one more stressful situation. You always made it - all the while always saying yes to anyone in need. I think that is what keeps you going. You worry about others more than yourself, you say yes to requests even though you're never quite sure how you'll make it happen. Now don't get me wrong; you have blown your lid more than once. But listen kid, you have to get it out on occasion.
Your heart has been broken, your trust in other sometimes is shaky, and honestly it seems as if you walk in circles. One thing I want you to know is that I noticed you have always kept your integrity and for that I am so proud of you!
It may not be today or tomorrow-but I'm sure your train is coming. Just don't stand on the tracks when it is arriving.
Keep that head up and that smile big!!
Michelle Perkins
Hey You,
I remember you when you were in your early twenties. You know the girl that I'm talking about. She had the world by a string and never backed away from a challenge. She was rarely seen not smiling or laughing.
That girl has experienced much since those somewhat care-free days. I'm sure many times when your feet were being held to the fire, you didn't know if you could make it through one more stressful situation. You always made it - all the while always saying yes to anyone in need. I think that is what keeps you going. You worry about others more than yourself, you say yes to requests even though you're never quite sure how you'll make it happen. Now don't get me wrong; you have blown your lid more than once. But listen kid, you have to get it out on occasion.
Your heart has been broken, your trust in other sometimes is shaky, and honestly it seems as if you walk in circles. One thing I want you to know is that I noticed you have always kept your integrity and for that I am so proud of you!
It may not be today or tomorrow-but I'm sure your train is coming. Just don't stand on the tracks when it is arriving.
Keep that head up and that smile big!!
Michelle Perkins
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Karma
Not quite sure why I decided to blog rather than go to bed because my bed was loudly calling my name. It is when I have a lot on mind that I need to write and so that is what I decided to do rather than lie in bed and just think about it.
I got to talk to another gold buyer (from Gold Does Good) tonight by phone. She is the person who I want to be like when I grow up (although she is younger in years but she is wiser). We love our jobs and were blessed with the ability to make the right decision, that in hard times can be a curse. That is what we talked about tonight. Do you know how much money we could make if we didn't take each client so personally? Yep. Do you know how much commission you give up because you think of someone who could use the money at that time and you write up all of those one-on-one buys in that person's name? Yep.
Mandy, do you honestly think that one day I will be rewarded for all of the good I try to do each and every day? Do you realize that I will never have abundance but all that I need because somehow I manage to give it all away. She said, yes, one day you will reap your reward, you will not know when but it will come.
Okay. So I will just keep doing what I'm doing not expecting anything in return because I am a giver and get great joy in giving. Sometimes the givers of the world need assurance that giving is what we do best!
Much love to Mandy Stapp, a real giver,
Give until you give out,
Michelle Perkins
Golden Girl
I got to talk to another gold buyer (from Gold Does Good) tonight by phone. She is the person who I want to be like when I grow up (although she is younger in years but she is wiser). We love our jobs and were blessed with the ability to make the right decision, that in hard times can be a curse. That is what we talked about tonight. Do you know how much money we could make if we didn't take each client so personally? Yep. Do you know how much commission you give up because you think of someone who could use the money at that time and you write up all of those one-on-one buys in that person's name? Yep.
Mandy, do you honestly think that one day I will be rewarded for all of the good I try to do each and every day? Do you realize that I will never have abundance but all that I need because somehow I manage to give it all away. She said, yes, one day you will reap your reward, you will not know when but it will come.
Okay. So I will just keep doing what I'm doing not expecting anything in return because I am a giver and get great joy in giving. Sometimes the givers of the world need assurance that giving is what we do best!
Much love to Mandy Stapp, a real giver,
Give until you give out,
Michelle Perkins
Golden Girl
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Brother Husbands
Today was a day of waiting. While waiting, I decided to drink a pot of coffee which sent my overactive brain into overload. Where do I start? Back up 36 hours, one of my renters called and said the AC is out. After hanging up the phone, my first reaction was to cry because I just replaced the HVAC in my home, the thought of buying another HVAC was wrenching. My entire beach budget for the summer would be gone. I had already called my new HVAC guy when I remembered I had a home warranty. Thank you Jesus! So I called the Warranty Company and the contractor had been contacted. Twenty-four hours pass, no word. I call the warranty company back to request a new contractor, while on hold this is what happens. A call comes in from the original contractor, at least that is who he said he was. I think he was lying because this had to be the guy that is hard to understand on Swamp People. I could not understand anything he said except I think I heard Friday. Hang up on him and back to on hold with Warranty Company. I know how this works. They want me to give up and just pay for any service myself. On this day, I have nothing but time. I put this call on speaker and try to figure out how I am going to entertain myself while I wait. I can't call anyone because this is my only phone. The caffeine has kicked in and away my thoughts go!!
I think about the Swamp talking guy and then jump to other crazy shows I have seen. Sister Wives is now on my mind. I admit, one rainy day I caught up on the entire season. It was a train wreck and I had to watch until all the debris was cleared. Could I be a sister wife? Let's see. I'd have to be the latest sister wife because she had her own house and didn't have to live with all of the other sister wives and their 15 kids. So what would be my contribution to the family? I could not be the one in charge of home schooling, no way, no how. I never saw a fast food place on the entire show so I definitely could not be assigned feeding all of these people. I do anything I can to not go to the grocery store, so shopping is out. Being in charge of the other sister wives is the most appealing job, but they most likely wouldn't take to kindly to that because from what I could tell that was the husband's job. This is obviously not the life for me. I will stick to what I have now.
Now, wait just a minute. Maybe I could have my own show and I would have brother husbands. I could be on to something here. Then it hit me and I started laughing hysterically. Girlfriend, you have been divorced for seven years and you haven't managed to remarry once. Why now do you think you are going to find three or maybe four men to sign up for this task? Well, here is why it may work. I wouldn't have to be so picky. I just needed to find men that possessed only one of the skills each that appeal to me. I would have to have a fix-it guy. You know the guy that knows what to do say when the dryer goes out. He has all of the right tools and in minutes the dryer is up and running again. He would have to be cute too, of course. That's it. Number one would have to be cute and be able to fix things. What would I need from number two? He would have to be good with bills, retirement accounts, balancing the check book, deciding if money needs to go into a cd, buy or not buy another rental property, in general the finance stuff. And he would have to be cute. Number two is finance guy and cute. Keep in mind, he doesn't have to fix anything, just make the money decisions. Number three would definitely need to know how to cook. He could prepare meals in advance(whick means grocery shop too). I mean I would like to have something to eat if it is Number One's night. And he has to be cute. Requirements set for number three, cook, shop and be cute. There would have to be four. Number four would be entertainment guy. He could carry on an intriguing conversation, be a great date; just a fun guy to be around, and cute too. I would be set. They could all room together and we would work out a visitation schedule. Since this is a PG site, I will skip the other tasks. Sitting back in my chair, I think if only. What could be so wrong with this plan? Then it hits me. I would have to shower praise on four different men. Girls, you know what I mean. Like when a guy changes a light bulb that you haven't changed simply because you couldn't reach it, not because you couldn't. You get the look. Then two days later you are reminded that he changed the light bulb. Yeah, you changed a light bulb, dude, you did not find a cure for cancer. Graffiti is not going to fall from the ceiling and balloons are not going to be released. It was a light bulb! Already feeling drained from just thinking about this, I think about what if the flu hits the man abode. I would have to take care of the four sickest men, on the planet, all at one time. The exaggerated coughs coming from four men would send any woman running and quickly deciding that my life is just the way it was meant to be. Rome was not built in a day and so it will take me more than a day (or seven years to be honest), to figure out this blessing called life.
As if on cue, a person is saying, "May I help you with a home problem?" I just smile and start explaining my very simple HVAC problem at a rental unit. If someone else wants to take the brother husband idea and run with it, be my guest.
Sleep sweet,
Michelle Perkins
Golden Girl
I think about the Swamp talking guy and then jump to other crazy shows I have seen. Sister Wives is now on my mind. I admit, one rainy day I caught up on the entire season. It was a train wreck and I had to watch until all the debris was cleared. Could I be a sister wife? Let's see. I'd have to be the latest sister wife because she had her own house and didn't have to live with all of the other sister wives and their 15 kids. So what would be my contribution to the family? I could not be the one in charge of home schooling, no way, no how. I never saw a fast food place on the entire show so I definitely could not be assigned feeding all of these people. I do anything I can to not go to the grocery store, so shopping is out. Being in charge of the other sister wives is the most appealing job, but they most likely wouldn't take to kindly to that because from what I could tell that was the husband's job. This is obviously not the life for me. I will stick to what I have now.
Now, wait just a minute. Maybe I could have my own show and I would have brother husbands. I could be on to something here. Then it hit me and I started laughing hysterically. Girlfriend, you have been divorced for seven years and you haven't managed to remarry once. Why now do you think you are going to find three or maybe four men to sign up for this task? Well, here is why it may work. I wouldn't have to be so picky. I just needed to find men that possessed only one of the skills each that appeal to me. I would have to have a fix-it guy. You know the guy that knows what to do say when the dryer goes out. He has all of the right tools and in minutes the dryer is up and running again. He would have to be cute too, of course. That's it. Number one would have to be cute and be able to fix things. What would I need from number two? He would have to be good with bills, retirement accounts, balancing the check book, deciding if money needs to go into a cd, buy or not buy another rental property, in general the finance stuff. And he would have to be cute. Number two is finance guy and cute. Keep in mind, he doesn't have to fix anything, just make the money decisions. Number three would definitely need to know how to cook. He could prepare meals in advance(whick means grocery shop too). I mean I would like to have something to eat if it is Number One's night. And he has to be cute. Requirements set for number three, cook, shop and be cute. There would have to be four. Number four would be entertainment guy. He could carry on an intriguing conversation, be a great date; just a fun guy to be around, and cute too. I would be set. They could all room together and we would work out a visitation schedule. Since this is a PG site, I will skip the other tasks. Sitting back in my chair, I think if only. What could be so wrong with this plan? Then it hits me. I would have to shower praise on four different men. Girls, you know what I mean. Like when a guy changes a light bulb that you haven't changed simply because you couldn't reach it, not because you couldn't. You get the look. Then two days later you are reminded that he changed the light bulb. Yeah, you changed a light bulb, dude, you did not find a cure for cancer. Graffiti is not going to fall from the ceiling and balloons are not going to be released. It was a light bulb! Already feeling drained from just thinking about this, I think about what if the flu hits the man abode. I would have to take care of the four sickest men, on the planet, all at one time. The exaggerated coughs coming from four men would send any woman running and quickly deciding that my life is just the way it was meant to be. Rome was not built in a day and so it will take me more than a day (or seven years to be honest), to figure out this blessing called life.
As if on cue, a person is saying, "May I help you with a home problem?" I just smile and start explaining my very simple HVAC problem at a rental unit. If someone else wants to take the brother husband idea and run with it, be my guest.
Sleep sweet,
Michelle Perkins
Golden Girl
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
She Believes in Me
Wow, what a lot that I have been thinking about today. The book I bought today by James Frey is a real soul searcher. I love him as an author and despite all of the controversy, he is real. I like real people, no matter what flaws, what experiences, I like to see them come full circle. I always watch American Idol when it gets to the finals. I think I am a country music fan now!! I have always liked some country music but now understand and appreciate it more because it is real.
While Scotty sang the song "She Believed in Me" I was thinking about how that song would be an ultimate tribute if ever dedicated to me. That made me think of the people who have believed in me. So my thoughts jump from one idea to a totally diffferent idea, then I jumped to the company for which I work. They believe in me, and I never knew just what they saw in me. I think many of the buyers for this company have very similiar personalities. I have been blessed to meet so many of them. What I know is, if we lived in the same town we would be very best in person friends and not just email or facebook friends. The characteristic I think that separates the top buyers from others is our honesty. I wish I had a dollar for everytime I said I don't want to be the girl who buys the ring that a month from now you wished you had kept. That is why I always ask before touching one piece of jewelry, "Is there anything here that has sentimental value to you?". If the answer is yes, we take that out and see what we have left. I say I will be here a year from now if you change your mind, but I do not feel good about buying this from you at this time. So many of the people who call me start out by saying my friend said you would be honest with me and tell me what you would do if this was yours. That is the reason I will probably never be a millionaire if it means I have to take unfair advantage of another person. I'm not saying that all wealthy people are unfair, I'm just saying that in the businessnes in which I have been involved, I could have made more money by being less sensitive.
That brings me to the mantra that I say every night while washing my face and staring at myself in the mirror, "Can you live with everything you have done today?". If the answer is no, I write it down and make it right first thing in the morning. It's that simple.
I hope you dance, and sing, and buy tons of gold, my dear Golden Girlfriends,
Michelle Perkins
Golden Girl
While Scotty sang the song "She Believed in Me" I was thinking about how that song would be an ultimate tribute if ever dedicated to me. That made me think of the people who have believed in me. So my thoughts jump from one idea to a totally diffferent idea, then I jumped to the company for which I work. They believe in me, and I never knew just what they saw in me. I think many of the buyers for this company have very similiar personalities. I have been blessed to meet so many of them. What I know is, if we lived in the same town we would be very best in person friends and not just email or facebook friends. The characteristic I think that separates the top buyers from others is our honesty. I wish I had a dollar for everytime I said I don't want to be the girl who buys the ring that a month from now you wished you had kept. That is why I always ask before touching one piece of jewelry, "Is there anything here that has sentimental value to you?". If the answer is yes, we take that out and see what we have left. I say I will be here a year from now if you change your mind, but I do not feel good about buying this from you at this time. So many of the people who call me start out by saying my friend said you would be honest with me and tell me what you would do if this was yours. That is the reason I will probably never be a millionaire if it means I have to take unfair advantage of another person. I'm not saying that all wealthy people are unfair, I'm just saying that in the businessnes in which I have been involved, I could have made more money by being less sensitive.
That brings me to the mantra that I say every night while washing my face and staring at myself in the mirror, "Can you live with everything you have done today?". If the answer is no, I write it down and make it right first thing in the morning. It's that simple.
I hope you dance, and sing, and buy tons of gold, my dear Golden Girlfriends,
Michelle Perkins
Golden Girl
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
My Magnet and My Gut
Sleep doesn't come easy for me and I usually lie awake at night and make different comparisons. One night after many emails from corporate, I was thinking how vitally important my magnet is. It is the first test when I am holding a piece of jewelry. Of course, I have made quite a few deductions from just holding the jewelry. Out comes the magnet (much like an inner radar in life). If the jewelry sticks to the magnet or has the slightest of pull, it is not gold. No pull detected. Moving along to the next step of the process (didn't get any bad vibes, but still can't make the call).
Next I start looking at stamps. Sometimes there are no visible stamps which makes me start asking questions. It has to have some kind of stamp. We can't all get through life without any obvious stamps. Oh well, I'll just slide that between my 10k and 14k piles and see what happens. Time for the acid test. We have made it this far so let's see how you hold up in acid. The pieces that haven't sent up any red flags make it through with flying colors (red, yellow or hopefully a green - this bit is for my fellow Golden Girls - my how we get excited when that 18k stamped piece actually lights with that 18k green!).
I've let that questionable piece of jewelry hang around this long so I may as well stick it in some acid and see what happens. Well a light came on and started popping back and forth. I knew something didn't feel quite right. Let's test a little deeper, gosh I really want this to be gold. Out comes the file which can make the moment a little uneasy but it is something you have to do. You are going to essentially destroy the piece of jewelry and then find out you can't even buy it. Put that information on the table. This could get ugly. You file or even cut if necessary then back in the acid. The tension has been building. There it is "not gold".
Once in a while something may get past the magnet but you felt all along it just wasn't gold. You didn't give up on it right away, but after chipping away, eventually you can determine what is real.
Trust your gut, it can make decisions that your heart (or your magnet) may not be capable of making.
Michelle Perkins
Golden Girl
252 531-0515
Next I start looking at stamps. Sometimes there are no visible stamps which makes me start asking questions. It has to have some kind of stamp. We can't all get through life without any obvious stamps. Oh well, I'll just slide that between my 10k and 14k piles and see what happens. Time for the acid test. We have made it this far so let's see how you hold up in acid. The pieces that haven't sent up any red flags make it through with flying colors (red, yellow or hopefully a green - this bit is for my fellow Golden Girls - my how we get excited when that 18k stamped piece actually lights with that 18k green!).
I've let that questionable piece of jewelry hang around this long so I may as well stick it in some acid and see what happens. Well a light came on and started popping back and forth. I knew something didn't feel quite right. Let's test a little deeper, gosh I really want this to be gold. Out comes the file which can make the moment a little uneasy but it is something you have to do. You are going to essentially destroy the piece of jewelry and then find out you can't even buy it. Put that information on the table. This could get ugly. You file or even cut if necessary then back in the acid. The tension has been building. There it is "not gold".
Once in a while something may get past the magnet but you felt all along it just wasn't gold. You didn't give up on it right away, but after chipping away, eventually you can determine what is real.
Trust your gut, it can make decisions that your heart (or your magnet) may not be capable of making.
Michelle Perkins
Golden Girl
252 531-0515
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