Arbonnize Me!

So, it's official.  I'm now throwing parties to shower my friends and family members, and their friends and family members with amazing products at unbeatable prices.  For those of you not in the "know" of what I'm doing now that I'm snug in our new apartment on land, I am an Arbonne Independent Consultant.  Arbonne is an amazing 31 year old company with a stellar reputation of providing consumers with every day Swiss formulated products that are pure, safe & beneficial.

Shampoo?  We've got it.  Protein shakes?  We've got those.  Men's shave gel?  Yup.  Baby care?  Of course!  Animal waste and by-products in the products?  Nope.  Lead?  Heck no.  Formaldehyde?  Gross.

If that doesn't already make you realize that we're a premium company with a high code of ethics and follow Swiss standards that North America could only dream of.  Watch The Story of Cosmetics below, and if you learn anything from me, or that video, it's to be aware of what you're putting on your body every day, and how it affects you.  Read your labels, and the labels of things you're putting on other members of your family.  If I've learned anything from my new job, it's that nothing is what it seems, and safety in cosmetics and personal care products is virtually a free for all.  The business opportunity is amazing, giving me the freedom to set my own hours, and be my own boss.  I always said if there's an idiot boss making decisions, I want to be that idiot.

So, who wants to party with an idiot?

*Animal waste not included.

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Not Meant To(m) Be

I'll keep this short and sweet for the legal department.  Most of you know the situation, (not the Jersey Shore guy, I mean my current status in life) but I thought I'd just put it in black and white for you if you aren't in the loop.

It wasn't meant to be.

I may never know why I wasn't meant to walk onto the Coral Princess for 3 weeks with my dear friend Tom Delbello and sing my heart out while complaining about the food and itchy sheets, but it wasn't meant to happen.  Some cosmic force (mainly a horrible clerical error and a surprisingly friendly CBP officer) interrupted my day and held me in an office for six hours, and then handed me a stack of papers that represented a metaphoric red flag for my future travels into the United States, wished me well, and back to the Vancouver airport I went without a moment to grasp the circumstances.  I was eating poutine within the hour.

They have found a replacement for me.  Life goes on.  The Coral sails.  I learn from it.  

My voice will be heard elsewhere.  Without limits.  Without people getting in the way that don't have the guts to come out and say "I made a mistake, and I'm sorry."  No, I'm sorry.  Sorry that I am stronger, and more brave, and more ballsy.

Ship happens...and sometimes, it doesn't.  On with the program.