In december I discovered a way to make some money and all it takes is talkingto people

something I love to do…talking to people and convincing them of stuff

I joined this referral company that makes certain products, I thought I would have a devil of a time trying to get people to sign up, but it hasnt been that bad. Its not as easy as I thought, but I can manage because this company’s products actually sell themselves.

My Melaleuca Testimonials 

My grandma was always tired, and given to ‘bad feelings’ as we jamaicans call it, but she took the Vitality for Life (for Women) and it has made her feel so rested, and she has no more bad feelings.

 It was always a hard task to keep the bathroom clean, and when its your time to clean it…u dread it. Tub N Tile (Tub and Tile) has solved that problem. Just spray it on the surface…leave a little and wash. No hard scrubbing..but a clean bathroom.

My favourite is Pain-a-trate good medicine for muscle aches. They say it only works on muscle aches, but not so..it helped out my migraine headache. My sisters and I tried it for cramps and kinks and it worked so well. There is this lady who works with me, she has a hand sprain problem, and I gave her some pain-a-trate and withing minutes no pain.

ok, so i like the pain-a-trate, but i have a true testimony of counteract allergy. For almost two weeks I had earaches, headache, fever and sore throat. I was miserable. One day I went to a presentation and I asked for one of the pills counteract allergy …i took it and when i woke up in the middle of the night guess what? no ear aches or headaches, no difficulty swallowing, no sore throat…wow. I like the pain-a-trate but this counteract allergy has worked many womders.

For those with sinus, or if strong smells affect you, try the products from this company, I have migraine and some sinus problems and the smells dont affect me. YOu can use sol-u-mel for air freshener and dont feel sick afterward.

Melapower, this is good. When washing, soak you clothes for half an hour in melapower and come back to see the dirt separated from the clothes. PreSpot (for fresh stains), ColourSafe Brightener (u can just guess what this is) and MelaSoft( Fbric Softener and freshener) are great too.

One friday evening (I’m seventh day) I washed and left some clothes in the machine…I have no dryer….sabbath was church, had church on sunday and monday too…then went to beach on tuesday so i didnt get around to my clothes till wednesday…thats when i remembered them…they were so smelly…eeww…I was not up to the task of  washing them over….so I decided to try melasoft sheets. I dropped three in my clothes and set them to rinse.

I was astound…the clothes smelt so nice, was so soft….mela at work again.

 You can sign up as a independent marketing executive so u can sign up other people (hence referral) and earn money. You can do this part time or full time. I started. I like it.

If you have not joined melaleuca yet, you are wasting time. visit the site and see the products www.melaleuca.com  if you are interested in signing up….drop me a line here, I will get a link for you…

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Some time ago, one of my friends asked me if I wanted a specific song, I reacted in a way that did not communicate my true feelings.

I told my friend I was tired of love and my unsuccessful attempts at it and a permanent relationship.

But the truth is I am not bitter when it comes to love and relationships.
I have learnt a lot form all the guys I have been with.
Each has contributed significantly to my life.
They have each shown me something else that I want or don’t want in my life’s partner.
All the men in my life have contributed, not only my long list of X’s. Here are some of them.

My Dad- when we were younger he used to come to our house (he didn’t live with us) and walk us the mile to school every morning. He did this for about 14 years. From I was 6 or seven, till the youngest graduated from prep school. And he followed us to the bus stop to go to high school for the first few years too.

I want a man that will show such dedication to our children. One who won’t complain about waking up early to take them to school, and is willing to sacrifice what he wants/needs for them.

My brother- my only biological brother is so generous, I have not met a man as kind as he is. He takes after mommy. He will give all he has and do without. Even though he is an adult, he listens to mom, and even if he disagrees, he does so without being disrespectful. I love those things about him.

Kindness is about giving when you don’t have to spare, doing without so other people can have. I want a man that will give even if he leaves himself without. I want him to also respect his parents. I am not asking him to obey them, but listen to them, speak to them with respect and in the right tone of voice. He will through this show me respect and teach our children that respect has no age limit.

My Uncle C- He made something out of nothing. This uncle has lifted himself form the state of poverty that he was in, and little by little has made himself somewhat successful. However he now things he is superior to everyone and tries to make people feel small.

I want a man that will not wallow in self pity and poverty, but will aim for the skies. But when he reaches the skies, or the treetops, he must remember the path he took and from whence he came. He must remember that he was where others are now and not try to act like he is their better.

My Crazy Love- this guy was the first I had a crush on. We had a smile and call relationship (didn’t even hold hands). He is like my brother, he was so kind, he was always giving me things and leaving himself without. When the rest of his family lost respect for his mom, he stuck with her. It didn’t matter what everyone else thought.

I want a man that will not love or respect someone based on the actions of others, but understand that love is unconditional.

The Older Man- this guy was a good number of years older than me, I don’t know what he saw in a teenager (now that I think of it, he deserves straight prison). I am somewhat of a bossy person. And I bossed this guy around. If I say crawl- he went as low as possible, jump- he reached the skies. I had him wrapped around my finger (at this time I was young, beautiful and sought after).

This man had no backbone. I want an assertive man. One who will put his foot down when it’s that time? Yes, I don’t want him to do things that I want him to do sometimes. But what about what he wants? He must be able to stand up to me.
A good number of my x were this way…so I won’t bother mentioning them.

Mr. Sweet- Up to this very minute, this guy has been my sweetest boyfriend (another call-and-smile one). This guy invested hours on cell calls (from a landline) in our relationship. He wrote to me (I am a sucker for written stuff…whether it’s a letter or a poem). He made me cards. I felt really special.

I want a man who will find the time to sweet me up. To do all (or even a few) of these little special things to make me feel special and loved. There is nothing to me, like a love letter, a poem, a note from my guy (not even flowers or chocolate).

Mr. Desirable – this guy was the one I think I loved first- in retrospect- I am not so sure if what I felt was love. He was the first I felt sexual desire for. Mr. desirable however made me feel inferior, like I wasn’t enough for him. I was once privy to a conversation he had with a girl, flirting with her, and telling her he had six pack, muscles and what not. He didn’t have to try to impress me, I was great with what he had.

I want to feel desire for my life’s partner. I want to feel like I am an equal. He shouldn’t try to make me feel like he is superior in any way. Like I am not good enough for him. And he should not be lying to me to impress me. I must know and accept that what I see physically is what I want (plus I don’t really fancy muscle man-bleh).

The Flirt- There was this guy who claimed he was in love with me for years, we got together (I was not even aware that we were together) and I said something to hurt him. We broke up (I still wasn’t even aware of being in the relationship). Some time later he asked me to be with him…I was in an on/off thing with Mr. Desirable…and ask him to give me some time to tie up loose ends. He then said I hurt him again. Mr. Flirt wants everyone it seems. After many ups and down we got together, he flirted in front of me behind my back, ‘every frock tail him falla’ and sometimes I got hurt by his actions. And I learn from my mistakes.

My man must respect me and what we have and not try to hurt me. He should not be flirting with every girl he sees. This shows he doesn’t place any value on we have.

Mr. All about the Physical- At first I thought this guy was so sweet. Then I found out that he never liked fat girls before, but I am alright. I was pissed, he made it look like he was doing me a favour. I want no pity. If that wasn’t enough, every time we met, he wanted to get physically intimate. One day we had a fight about that and he got upset. I didn’t care in the least. Mr. Physical could also be called Mr. Freeloader. He always wanted to go out, to meet and he never had money. I know he wasn’t working, I understand that situation, but why pressure all my money, especially when I don’t like going out a lot. I prefer home dates. I don’t fancy crowds, noise, lots of light and fast food.

I want a man that can depend on me without being dependent. When it’s my time I will pay, or even sometimes when it’s your time. But please don’t try to dry my pocket because I never try to dry yours.
I want a man that’s interested in me on all levels. For everything there is a season. There is a time for physical connection, a time for spiritual, emotional, intellectual, etc bear with me, understand the times. Everything needs to be balanced.

Mr. Just Not The Right One- I connected on a good number of levels with this man. I was more attracted to him than to Mr. Desirable. He was assertive enough with regards to certain things, he had a lot of things going for him except me. I couldn’t make him happy and I didn’t know how to.
I could call him Mr. Procrastinator too. Since I have known him he has had this dream and he started on the path to fulfill it, he is a good way on his way, but he stopped, put it off. Everyday he is going to do this, and nothing. Maybe he is trying but I don’t see it. Early on in the relationship we decided that we would be honest with each other, and he broke the promise, he discounted my arguments and pretended that all was fine. He was preparing the way. He made me feel desirable, like I was this sexy person even when I felt like a dowdy person.

I want a man who will be more action than talk, when it relates to his dreams.
I want a man that is not ashamed of me.
I want a man that will make me feel sexy.

My Constant – My constant is my dearest friend. He knows me the most; he is so attuned to my moods, my reactions, my opinions. I can depend on him in anything. That’s why I call him my constant. He supports me in everything. And support doesn’t only mean he says stands behind/beside me. He tells me when I am wrong, and when he thinks I am doing foolishness. He is lots of times my sounding board. He defends me when I am not there to defend myself. He is not perfect. But he is my best friend.

My Sounding Board- this person is my non-biological brother. He gives good advice, helps me get over my miserable-ness. He is not as dependable as My Constant but he serves his purpose well. He is an extra-ordinary person. He holds well to his values and standards and makes it easier for me to hold on too.
I want a man that will be My Constant- my best friend, my Number 1 Fan, my supporter and my voice of reason.
I want a man to be My Sounding Board- to listen to my problems and hair brained schemes and give me advice.

My Fire Stick- that can be looked at two ways, but this is what I mean. In church we are advised not to look at the number of persons at the services, but come with a heart prepared to worship, to bring your little fire so we all can make a great big fire for the Lord. I want a man that can be there for me spiritually, motivate me to serve God more, not that I am not serving him, but I can do better, and my man must be so connected with God that we create a big blaze together. I have a weird, but special connection with my constant, we know each other well, we can feel each other know how the other will react many times, I want my fire stick’s spirit, soul to touch mine, we can be attuned to each other spiritually. I want a Holy Ghost Fire Connection. This is a very important part of my life partner requirements, and I have said no to permanent relationships because of lack of this, but I know God will provide.

My Lift Off- I want a man to be my lift off. I mean, when I am sad he must be able to cheer me up.

My Haven/ Harbour- After everything, my long day, the cares, turmoil of life, the rough seas, I want somewhere to be safe from everything. I want the my man’s arms to be my haven. (Haven not Heaven – there is a difference)

There are other things in each person, but I just pick out the ones I think are more important. And none of these individuals are perfect, they all have their faults, there are many things about them that I don’t fancy, but there are many things I admire.

Persons who have read this have said that I seek an impossible dream, but I have told God what I desire, I have asked Him to add as He sees fit and he assures me that He will provide the ideal person for me with His specifications and mine. My friends, if you didn’t know, let me inform you; With God, ALL things are possible.

When I enocounter the situation, I was distraught, I thought I couldnt deal with it.

My life crashing around me, no help to be found anywhere.

I had knotted up most my friendship ties.

My closest friends…I was on the verge of ostracizing.

Then this happened. I was miserable. Before, I thought should it happen, I can bear it. I have been through this situation twice already.

I briefed the ones closest to me, they understood, but no one could help.

I was  on my own. There was no way out. Then I made a decision.

I went to my favourite place….a place I have not visited recently. 

I went to My Father’s Feet. I laid my burden there. I committed it to him.

 We spoke.

Then I left. But unconsciously I took it back up.

Along the way I noticed I became tired after a little while. I looked over my shoulder and saw my burden back on my back. It weighed me down but still I carried with me. There seemed no end ot my journey. 

 I turned back to get to my Father’s Feet and again laid it there. He took it up. Then took me on His Lap and folded me to His Bosom. I felt really safe.

I decided to spend some time with Dad.

Daddy fed me and hugged me. He reminded me that He was my dad and He loved me…and I did not have to worry, He would take care of everything. I really believe He can.

 After fattening up I packed and decided to go back to my place. Daddy asked me to just stay with him. But my mind was made up. I had to go visit my friends. So many things to do. Dad wasnt happy with my decision but gave me a lot of things I would need, He instructed me not to stop by the way. The journey was great and His soldiers would be with me. He told me that if I met anyone else I might forget about Him and forsake His instructions. I started my journey. My bag was light. I was high. A little way I met a friend, not really a friend still, going in the opposite direction. I told this person about my burden that I had left with at Dad’s. Then I moved on. A little while later I heard my name. There was my friend….well not really my friend. He had so many bags and pans. He begged me to help, he exchanged our burdens. He took the big, but weightless bag Dad had given me, and gave me one of his. We began walking. The bag was heavy. Pretty soon my friend started complaining, and gave me another bag. For me the journey became longer. Every other mile or so, he gave me something else to carry. He started throwing away the provisions God had given me. He said the bag was too heavy. I asked him to give me back then. But he laughed. He said he gave me the lighter bag. Pretty soon, I had all his bags. I fell. I scraped my knees, my hands, my chin, and my head bruised and bled. I was hungry for the nice things my Dad had given me, but my friend…well not really my friend now….had thrown them all away.

I wept. My friend laughed. He told me Dad tricked me, all the goodies were sour and bitter and stale. He took some old and tough bread out of his bag and gave me. I ate hungrily and started throwing up. He gave me stale green-looking water to drink and I had diarhea. He laughed at me, called me a puny traveller, and went on his way.

I was now, sick, I was wary, hungry, almost naked, barefoot and all alone. I looked in both directions. I was far from Dad. I was close to my home, but what sense would it be going home, and there is nothing for me to eat? noone to take care of me? I cried to my Dad. I pulled out my cell phone and tried calling. I was so far away the signal was lost. I also had low battery.  I sat down dejected and then I saw a little girl…going in Dad’s direction. She was on a cell phone. I called to her. I was hoarse, but she heard. She lent me her phone and I called Dad. He said he would send help for me.

Daddy, I know I didnt follow your instructions, but I want to come back home. I am tired. I am lonely, I am thirsty, hungry, I am sick. These burdens are heavy. I need you. I need your strenght. I need your love. I have lost out on love so many times. I know I can trust in yours. Daddy help me to know, to accept that your love is enough.

My struggles are more. but I know I can make it somehow. As long as I depend on you dad. I am waiting patiently for your help. 

I left it up to God

I now know

Haha….if I wasn’t finished I would be chawing iron right now

 the system is down….helpppppppppppp

been down all morning

that makes everyone else work slow down

means more time they will need for help

ah bwoy

Yes..I practically completed my work..payroll three days before the deadline……but i will have to go help out other people still.

Life is just great.

Aren’t you happy for me?

Clap me!!

A day of  mourning for USA….we j’aicans lost peeps too….but it wasnt as bad as the number the americans lost.

 while many people mourn or celebrate the anniversary of  911….my friend bobby celebrates his birthday

Happy Birthday Bobby

Unknowingly I scheduled a very important meeting on my bf’s birthday…didnt realize it was September 7th..till the week of the meeting.

 I had to postpone my fledging plans I made to make him feel special…for another day…and hope that the bf doesnt have me up.

Im sorry sweetie…I will make it up to you. 

Cat Woman is here….finally

 I have been invited to join so many bloggin friends….and I saw that Batman signed up…an mi ketch mi jealous…so here I am.

I guess now I can keep track of my life happenings..woweee

and share wid the rest of the whirl