Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Underfunded - My New Favorite Euphemism

In our politically correct society we are always in search for euphemisms that make everyone feel okay. People don't die. They are "called home" or "go to a better place." We're not short. We are "height-challenged." We don't get fired. We're "downsized." A new euphemism I've been hearing a lot is "underfunded." Underfunded businesses in underdeveloped neighborhoods. Wow that sounds a lot like po' folks from the hood. I should know. I was one. I'm still "underfunded" - I just live in a "overdeveloped" neighborhood now. I no longer subscribe to the illusion of being part of an ever shrinking "Middle America."

In my quest to build wealth for myself and my family and to be "fabulous before 40" - woa, clock's winding down there - I am trying to develop a wealth mentality. From a business point of view, or an individual point of view, operating from a mentality of "scarcity" - translated, 'I better go ahead and take this cheap ass client because I am not sure how I am going to pay my next phone bill' or 'I've never had anything so now I'm going to spend every available dime on electronics and Cadillacs rather than saving or investing' - is a bad thing.

I recently created a Goal Book - I'm working on a more creative name for it. In it I've outlined my personal and business goals (more on those in future posts). I made them as specific as possible and included a list of what I will do each week and each day to achieve those goals. I am actually pretty impressed with my list and the fact that it actually motivated me to make some serious changes in the way I live, eat and work. I plan to spend December, especially the first week, creating a new marketing plan for my business, revising what I do, redefining who I want to work with, etc. so that I can begin achieving the goals that I have for myself.

So, I am working on developing a wealth mentality; but in the meantime, I think I will start using the term "underfunded" instead of broke or po'. Just makes you feel better, right? Okay, maybe not. But it sure sounds a hell of a lot better.

Samara Leigh

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Author Bebe Moore Campbell dies at age 56

Bebe Moore Campbell, author of many books, including 72 Hour Hold, died from complications of brain cancer. Read the story here. She came to Cleveland within the last year and I didn't make it to the event. A regrettable decision.

Samara Leigh

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Daughtry rides again

How excited am I? I'm having a particularly good American Idol week. Though I found the American Music Awards last night annoying overall, It was great to see Carrie Underwood performing a medley of her three number one songs. Phenomenal album.

An AMA aside: I also really loved Jamie Foxx's performance. I love the song, but I thought it especially courageous of him to ask that the audience "let him be himself for a minute" while he sang a heartfelt song penned in hommage to his grandmother which he dedicated to his entire family. He brought them all with him. Bravo, Jamie!

Back to my American Idol euphoria. I checked out Danceage today, and who's dropped another album? Chris Daughtry. Now, if I could just get that Elliot Yamin CD I've been waiting for! Anyhoo, check out Chris' new album here:


Daughtry
Listen to Daughtry By Daughtry
Daughtry
DanceAge.com


Peace, Out

Samara Leigh

Friday, November 17, 2006

The Shoe Discussions

One of the common cliches in chick lit is a woman in love with designer shoes. Remember how Carrie had tons of expensive shoes that she couldn't afford? Some might say it is not a cliche...it's the story of the lives. I am not one of those people.

Don't get me wrong, I have a healthy regard for shoes. I'm not a barefooted flower child - at least not outside of the house - and I have a decent amount of shoes. Some of which I've NEVER worn. I just don't LOVE shoes. My fashion forward husband does.

Kenneth Cole, Cole Haan and Johnston and Murphy are a few of his very best friends. He shops for them online, shops for them on clearance, admires them in store windows, notices them on people's feet ...it's scary. When he isn't shopping for shoes or surfing Ecco online he is surveying his impressive collection of shoes, polishing them or reliving the shoe memories. "Remember when I bought these shoes, Honey?" Then there is the trying on of the shoes...and the loads of unworn shirts and pants they share a closet with... I swear.

After 18 years of living with my favorite metrosexual, you'd think that I'd take better care of my own shoes. I'll admit, I've had some of my favorites a bit too long. There are lots of scuffed shoes in my collection that I just hate to get rid of. I know, I've definitely got some issues of my own. I'll work on that. In the meantime, I think its time for another fashion shoe...I mean show.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Rock - Paper - Scissors... I Totally Rock

Rock. Paper. Scissors. We've all played the game as kids. But, if you are over the age of, say 10, you probably haven't thought about it very much since then. Unless you've got up and coming RPSers (translation, small kids) of your own. At least that was the assumption I'd been operating under. Little did I know how very wrong I was.

My husband showed me an article that I found to be quite fascinating. This one. There is actually a Rock Paper Scissors Championship being held in Toronto with a $10,000 prize (Canadian). With adults. I found this rather intriguing and had to investigage further. Why this should strike me as odd, I am not quite sure. After all, there's a club for people who like to drink and then run -the Hash House Harriers - and groups that enjoy activities far stranger than this. Why should I be surprised that perfectly sane adults would spend hours playing Rock Paper Scissors? Still, it begged further investigation.

I was amazed to discover that there is actually a World Rock Paper Scissors Society. It's been in operation since 1918. I kid you not. A peek at the RPS Society's mission reveals that "The World RPS Society is dedicated to the promotion of Rock Paper Scissors as a fun and safe way to resolve disputes." Okay. Sounds crazy at first. But, I'd rather see people solving their disputes this way than leaving bloodied, mangled bodies of bright young soldiers on battlefields all over the world. It actually made me think of Michael Jackson's video for "Beat It" where they have a "dance off" instead of shooting or stabbing each other. Yeah. I could see that.

Of course, my husband thought we should play a quick game. He couldn't remember the rules. Aha! Right away, I knew victory would be mine. He obviously hadn't been a serious Rock Paper Scissor player in his prepubescent days. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

Perhaps I've neglected to mention that I can be a bit competitive, as can he. And though he tried to play round after round, let's just say, he got served.

"If you're so good, you should be in the tournament," he conceded.

Indeed I should. Toronto is one of my favorite cities, too. So, perhaps next year. In the mean time I am searching the internet for a World "Slide" Championship. What, you didn't play that as a kid either? How many friends did you have?

Samara Leigh