Apparently I forgot to tell you I'd be gone.

I almost wish I had some exciting, dramatic or tragic news to share so I wouldn't feel so weird answering all the thoughtful, sweet inquiries about my lack of posting/well-being.
But nay, it's nothing even remotely in any of those categories. I was at a national conference with my other spouse - Saucy Sashi.
We were asked to speak on our grass roots efforts concerning marketing, which translates to "We are cheap."
We were also up against some major stiff competition for franchise of the year.
As it turned out, our speech went fabulous and was oh so timely with everyone's need to cut back spending aaand we didn't win Franchise of the Year.
We did however, win Best Marketing. That was cool. (I'd post a gratuitous pix of the pretty little crystal award if I had my camera. Tomorrow then...)
But the whole weird thing about it was it was held here, in Plainsville.
Sashi and I pawned our spawn off and stayed at the Doubletree with 70+ other JBF owners (from around the country). We are cheap y'all. Paying for a hotel room in our own city was way more than Weird. It was also Entertaining. Educational. Inspiring. And worth every penny.
'Remember this Hunk O'Munk?

He paid me a semi-surprise visit on one of the evenings we were out and about.
Oh yeah, he did. While we were eating delicious, chocolate dessert at the Melting Pot, delicious hot Black Leather Pants came a visitin'. Just to plant one on me Baby! (said in most gravely, sexy voice you can muster)
Rrrrrr. It was a delicious, hot, melting dessert all right...
After he stood me back up and dislodged his tongue, a good time was had by all. There were many there who know him personally, so when the shock factor wore off and they realized it was Mr. Conservative himself under the make up, hair and pleather...welll, let's just say they wanted to stroke his tatoos, rub the leather and have their picture made with him. He secretly ATE IT UP! (I am hoping to provide gratuitous pix of that outing too.)
Before you ask it or say it -Yeah, he really did. I think turning 40 and conquering kidney cancer does something to you. If he wanted to dress up like Pee Wee Herman and run down the street with sparklers I'd be right there cheering him on. Cause honestly, I am just thrilled he is still here with me.
So a Rock Star it is.
And between you and me Girlies, I know you all have your secret little fantasies. Whether he be
Mr. Police Officer.
Mr. Mailman.
Mr. Caveman.
Mr. Stripper.
Fabio or a Rock Star.
Mine just happens to have been Bad Boy Rocker. And now he lives with me.
And what a fantasy he has turned out to be.

Love Note to my Big Shooter: Darlin' I, for one, am lovin' this whole Rock Star phase. I hope it lasts until you're like 90. It's fuuuun being your groupy...

I am here, but not home?

Does that make any sense? I am back here in Plainsville sleeping in my own bed at night. But not here at my house giving it some extraordinarily needed attention...or my blog.
My living room, kitchen, front and back porch, and laundry room have piles to navigate and yesterday marked a week that the Crumbs haven't eaten a home cooked meal. JBF always takes over my life for two solid weeks come sale time.
We are now on the downhill slide. Checks will be issued and mailed today. Then it is general clean-up of the aftermath and the Official Start for planning the next sale...
In the meantime, I wanted to share the other new names being christened in our household.
The Crumbs bestowed Mr. Cootie on their loving father. So he in turn crowned Boy Child ~ Scab and Girl Child ~ Pooter.
Apparently, we are a sight to behold. A dirty, scabby, gaseous family that give people cooties.
Niiiice.
It's a good thing I home school and deprive them of social interaction with others...

Love Note to My Big Shooter: THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU... I could not have accomplished this sale without your loving, kind, supportive and thoughtful soul there. You are what makes our lives matter. I love you.

I am all about my Biz-ness today.

Saucy Sashi and I are on the road from Butt-Crack of Dawn to well...lots of Moon Shine. How's that for a Momma Business description?

Klassy language (with a K) and booze.

Our mommas should be so proud!

Seriously though, we will be traveling from before the sun until well after the moon beams greet us. With a Full JBF Prep Day in the middle.

Please keep us in your prayers if you happen to think of us today.

Saucy says she's not a Crip any more, but I'm a firm believer one can't have too much prayer.

And I kinda, sorta have a night blindness thing going for me.

We're a pair to behold in action.

Which, btw, I will be rousing the senses with pix tomorrow. We always say, "We should take pix. Document our JBF Days." Well, we are.

It will be thrilling. It will be compelling. It will knock your socks off.

Love Note to my Big Shooter: If I haven't told you lately how much I appreciate your willingness to "take over the home front" while I am out gallivanting...I am. And you ROCK, Sweet Cheeks!

Sorry. It's that time again.

As Girl Child says, "You guys are JBF Nuts again." And as Sashi puts it, "We're back to JBF'n it Sister Sue!"
Our Fall Sale is 8 weeks away from today. So, like today, there will be hit-n-miss days of absenteeism due to being a JBF Nut.
For those of you who will ask, "What is JBF?"
Here's a short video.
Here's a link.
And here's our site.

Love Note to my Big Shooter: Thank the Lord above your not a nut cracker or I'd be in trouble.

Our JBF offices

I am sitting here bloggin' at an ungodly hour b/c I only returned home from the office an hour or so ago.
Here is a picture of our office when the kids and husband are all taken care of and I can safely leave the house without it imploding:
For some reason Sashy and I lingered at the office tonight. I drank a whole pot of coffee by my self. And it is not doing it's job properly b/c I am falling asleep typing this. Please excuse any flagrant errors I make I am worn out from trying to keep my lids up.

Here is a picture of our daytime JBF office. This is where we meet when we would rather pay for entertainment to keep our Crumb Snatchers busy than mess with a baby sitter's schedule corresponding with ours. Or if we have an emergency meeting. Which surprisingly happens quite frequently.

No. We do not have corporate sponsorship from either of these establishments yet...but, we should. They are perfect for Mommas with business to take care of in the middle of the afternoon or night.
We got a lot accomplished and if any consignors are reading this ~ the checks are in the mail!
Very tired...zzzz...gotta...go...get...some...zzz...shut...eye...!!!

Love Note to my Big Shooter: I am so sorry I totally neglect you and the Snatchers during JBF season! I really, really appreciate you and all you put up with. I really do...

My Second Spouse...Saucy Sashi

This is my friend.

She's my bosom buddy, confidant, accomplice, well wisher, ally, alter-ego, amigo, chum, cohort, compatriot, compadre, crony, fellow trouble maker, other self, pal, partner, playmate, sidekick and my best supporter.

I have my own saying for all these wrapped up with a bow ~ She's my Sister~Friend!

Now, since I went and got all mushy, I don't want to leave you with the wrong impression. So please allow me to add a few more details to this very important relationship in my world.

As the title implies she is my second spouse...truth be told, most of the time she feels like my primary spouse. And you and I both know what havin' a spouse entails...you know waaay too much personal information for either party's good. You finish each other's sentences. We follow the other's train of thought from A to G to C to W to F and finally to Z without any trouble... It happens when you spend so much time together. Any one relate?

We have stretched each other in ways neither of us could have ever imagined a few years ago. With humble wonder we have witnessed God's hand guiding us in our business venture. We have giggled, chortled and snorted our way through many a situation and I personally look forward to each day I get to spend with my living Gift from God. I love you Saucy Sashi. Just don't tell anyone or I'll deny it...

Shameless Plug and Plea for Help

Take a quick peek of the video above to see what's beginning to take up my time again! It's only 13 weeks away... Can any of my family or friends come help...please......Dad? Leslie? Granny Grunt? My sweet aunts? My rockin' girlfriends?... Purty Please?