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  • A Period Piece
  • A sneak preview of the Gertie sequel!
  • Six Steps to Cultivate your Femininity in the Business World
  • Chore Zoning or Don't try this at home!
  • The 50 with Meredith Morse—Opera Singer
  • The 50 with Jessica VanVactor
  • Memorizing Joy
  • AT LAST! My interview with Shan White, Life Coach for women in transition
  • Questions and statements we don't care if we never, ever get asked or told again (am I right, girls?)
  • The Date
  • Moonshadow's Spirit
  • Broken Writer + Hypnotherapy = Amazing Trips
  • The "R" Word
  • The 50 with Carol Shepherd Rickman
  • Triumph During Transitions
  • A Kentucky Afternoon
  • Mothers
  • 10 things chemo taught me
  • What if . . .
  • Forgiveness—A poem
  • Mantegories (n. from the Latin; man+categories)
  • Insomnia 101
  • Blooming Bud Interview: Sierra
  • Masterful Mindsets
  • It's in the bag!
  • Important lessons for children: Start where you are, use what you have, do what you can
  • Nursery rhymes, and times, and slimes, and grimes, and crimes
  • Things I learned as a single mom
  • Sadie's Soapbox: Dating
  • The Dress
  • 8 Things That Have Surprised Me About Having a Large Family
  • The gift of longing
  • The Semicolon Project
  • Most embarrassing moments—culinary edition
  • MilitaReality—a brat's perspective
  • About those elusive wisps of thought
  • Being there
  • The Giving Mom
  • How I still haven't learned to keep my smart mouth shut!
  • If you give a mom a cookie . . .
  • Cacti and Geraniums
  • The Three Gardeners
  • Beauty is as beauty does
  • Words for Sabra
  • Arm scratching in Baltimore
  • Pornography didn't kill our love and friendship . . . I did . . . and how we got it back
  • Hardening off our little bloomers
  • The Wonderful, Magical Women of Blooming Television
  • Shake it like a Polaroid picture!
  • 25 Date Nights (that aren't dinner and a movie)
  • Hills Like White Elephants
  • Maryland Beaten Biscuits
  • The night we thought the house was exploding
  • A mysterious case of goosebumps or "What is that on the wall?"
  • Militareality—Real stories of military wives
  • Finding my metal in wood
  • Another blooming bud interview
  • Chariot of Fire
  • Secret gifts of love
  • The best prank I ever pulled was . . .
  • Connie
  • Dating and other hazards
  • Favorite childhood memories
  • When God speaks . . .
  • Zanie gets into another sticky situation
  • No-see-ums: A little useful information
  • I love my kids, but . . .
  • Meg's poem
  • Another blooming bud interview
  • Some of my favorite herbal recipes are . . .
  • I love my cat, but . . .
  • I love all creatures, but . . .
  • The thing all girls and women must see and know . . .
  • The Great Chicken Debacle
  • The Powerful Influence of Brothers
  • How I feel about blooming is . . .
  • Sometimes grandma is up—other times she is simply upside-down
  • Anyone out there as anxious as I am?
  • Some of my funniest childhood memories are . . .
  • You might be addicted to Harry Potter if . . .
  • This month's survey:
  • Another Blooming Bud interview
  • The most valuable life lesson I've learned is . . .
  • The greatest blessing to come out of the most painful thing I ever experienced was . . .
  • The most powerful influence on my life is . . .
  • The thing that could have broken our family, but didn't was . . .
  • The funniest thing that ever happened to me was . . .
  • The time my dad really surprised me was when . . .
  • NEW FEATURE: Interviews with Blooming Buds
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  • The most valuable life lesson I've ever learned is . . .
  • My most embarrassing moment was when . . .
  • What really puzzles me is . . .
  • One of the most fun days I ever had was . . .
  • The most scared I've ever been was when . . .
  • The people who have been the biggest influence on me are . . .
  • I like to relax by . . .
  • The best way to do . . .
  • My most embarrassing moment was when . . .
  • The most fun I ever had was when . . .
  • When I grow up, I want to be . . .
  • What really puzzles me is . . .
  • The most amazing bargain I ever found was . . .
  • Those annoying things kids do and what they mean
  • My shameless self-promotion
  • The thing about getting older is . . .

Almost a week! + A fun moment!

7/10/2015

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Worked too late into the morning and got up late again. This was brunch: Oat toast with chunky peanut butter and really fresh strawberries. Kind of the un-PJ
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Dinner was about a gallon of mean, green salad: lettuce, spinach, zucchini, green peppers, avocado, almonds, raisins, and black beans. Delish! 
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OK, it was mean, green and black salad! Bedtime snack: more fresh strawberries. 

Oh, and I'm down another pound. BOOYAH!

   Now, for the fun stuff: I had a Diane Keaton Baby Boomer moment the other day. 
   So, you know where she's becoming a success in her own right and has made this great baby food? She meets with execs in the boardroom to see what they will offer her for her new company. They make her an offer which would effectively change her life forever. Millions. MILLIONS. But she has learned through the experience to trust her own instincts and make things happen herself. 
   Here's my day. I was invited to submit my name to Bristol Who's Who, you know, based on all me wildly successful undertakings, and all. It was based on my writing, I guess. Anyway, I thought, "why not check it out?"

   So, I submit my application, writing a brilliant analysis of my journey to all the success I'm surrounded by, (What is that smell? Is that . . . yea, it is: SARCASM!) and click the SUBMIT button. Next day, I get a phone call. A charming young woman tells me the benefits of being a  member: a certificate of achievement, being featured on the home page of the site, immediate networking boon, being one of thousands of members listed in the hardbound edition, deep discounts on business things, I mean, for a freebie, this had me quite excited! Sign me up! 
SCREECH!
   "Now, you have the option of a five-year membership for $798. or a lifetime membership for only $998. Which sounds best to you?"
   "Uh . . . neither."
   "Listen, because I think you're sooooooooo special, I'm going to give you the lifetime for the cost of the five-year. Now, how would you like your name to read on the certificate?"
   "Nelson Rockefeller?"
   CLICK. 
   Yes, that was me hanging up on this money-making opportunity of a lifetime.
   It's kind of like my relationships. I could never love someone who was stupid enough to love me. Why on earth would I pay for the privilege of networking with folks so desperate to achieve notoriety this second that they are willing to pay for it? Is that really networking at all? I mean, if I really was such a success, wouldn't they want me for free?      Exactly!
   No, thank you, I think I'll do this one on my own. *Mic drop* Diane Keaton exits the building.
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    Becky Lyn Rickman writes because it is the only way to placate the voices in her head so she doesn't miss out on that precious 45 minutes of sleep every night. Life can become a little congested for her in the 400 sq. ft. apartment in which she lives, intentionally, like a mushroom, pounding at the keyboard in the dark with the unsolicited assistance of her two therapy cats, Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy. Yes, they are Austenian. She spends a few hours each day shamefully lamenting the fact that her faith won't allow her to be a profanity-spewing, bourbon-guzzling, burning-the-midnight-oil chain smoker. The rest of the time, she spends in shameless gratitude that her children have not, as yet, put her away.

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