Busted Rings

Okay, I got a lot of questions yesterday from people wondering exactly what Magic Rings were. And how someone managed to bust one of them at a Passion Party. As you can see from the above photo, Magic Rings are stretchy C-rings. They fit snugly around the base of the male . . . to constrict bloodfloow and make orgasms more intense. The nubbies also provide stimulation for the female.

In the words of Tony the Tiger, "They're Grrrrrrreeeeeatttt!!"

They are quite stretchy. However a woman at my party the other night decided to stretch them as much as she could and wear them around her arms. Dude! Not cool! Had I not shown them already at about 30-40 parties, they would have probably withstood her abuse. But as it was, I found out just how sad it is when your Magic Ring busts. Not. Cool.

Incidentally, my son has already gotten a hold of some Magic Rings that Eric left on his night stand and cut them up with scissors. For some reason Magic Rings seem cursed to take a lot of abuse around here.

Now my plug: Magic Rings are available on My Web site in a set of two for only $10 at PassionsByNeila.com!

I am also having a Father's Day special! A FREE 8 oz. Ultra Glide Lubricant to anyone who purchases a Gigi! That's a $14 value!

Happy shopping!

Special Delivery

Every week, I get in my Passion Party orders from the previous week’s parties, package them up and deliver them to my hostesses. This week, the hostess asked that I deliver her orders to her at work. I got them all packaged up discreetly in Wal-Mart grocery bags and put them in my trunk to deliver them to her.

Before I did that, the kids and I desperately needed to run to Wal-Mart grocery store for a few necessary items. Eli took pleasure in pointing out every single Dora item in the store to Georgia, who screamed “DORA!” louder each time.

Just as a side note, have you ever freaking noticed how many items have Dora’s picture on them – yogurt, pop tarts, fruit chews, soup, crackers, popsicles, you name it!! Dora is going to be the death of me! I already had to shell out money for a pink pair of Dora sandals at Wal-Mart on Saturday because Georgia wouldn’t let go of them and it was worth it to avoid the screaming.

But I digress. I sped through the store and threw the groceries in the trunk of my car, strapped the kids in and headed off to deliver my hostess’s Passion Party orders. I pulled up to the shop where she works and parked directly in front so I could run in and not have to take the kids.

I opened the trunk, grabbed two Wal-Mart sacks and rushed inside. I delivered them quickly and ran back out to the car. About halfway home, it occurred to me that I didn’t double check the sacks before I rushed them inside. I had a trunk full of Wal-Mart sacks, and I didn’t double check.

About that time, my cell phone rang. Oh, double crap. It was my hostess. Oops.

I made a U-turn and headed back to her shop. I parked again and this time double checked the sack before I brought it inside. I went in and handed her the Wal-Mart sack with two vibrators and edible massage lotion, and she handed me back my Wal-Mart sack filled with orange juice and yogurt.

Dude. I really need to be more careful.

Phone Etiquette

Some people have road rage. I have phone rage. I get really annoyed with wrong numbers, specifically rude wrong numbers – as in people who call in the middle of the night, people who call and say “Who is this?” or people who just hang up. Grrrr!

Since the invention of caller ID, I don’t just let these types of things go. Yeah, yeah, I know. I can just hear the voice of my hypnotherapist telling me to rechannel my energy into something positive.

Well, this isn’t so easy when you’re having a bad day. Yesterday, I was busy with work, busy with kids, busy, busy, busy. I finally had about two seconds to myself to sit down in the afternoon about 5:00. And the phone rang. *sigh* The area code was the same as my parents, but I didn’t know the number. I answered it, and was greeted by a long pause, then a voice that said, “Hello?” I said, “Yes?” And the rude voice said, “Do I have the wrong number?” I said, “Well, how am I supposed to know.” And they hung up.

Dammit! How freaking rude! Is it so difficult to say, “I’m sorry. I must have the wrong number.” Apparently, it freaking is.

I immediately hit *69. When the person answered, I said, “I believe someone from this number just called me and hung up.” The rude woman said, “No. Someone from your number called me. I was calling you back.”

What the f*ck ever! Normally, I may have blamed it on my children, but Eli was occupied on the computer, and Georgia was asleep. I said, “I highly doubt that. And next time you call someone, have the decency to say, ‘I’m sorry’ instead of just hanging up like this,” and I hung up.

The woman called back. I picked up and immediately hung up without saying anything. Great! Now evil, rude woman was harassing me.

That should have been it. Except that for some reason I was thinking her number seemed familiar. Not a lot of people other than my parents call me from that area code. Then I remembered that I was in touch last week with a woman about her Passion Party order.

Oh, crap. I went to my office and looked up her order form. Sure enough, it was her number. Great. Not only was I a bitch, I was a bitch to a woman who placed a $250 order from me.

I’m holding out some hope that it was someone else calling from that number and not her. And whoever it was, she still called, hung up and was rude. So, my bitchiness was justified, right? Right?!

Okay, so maybe I need to work on my phone etiquette just a tad. Hmph.

The Preschool Party

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What an exhausting week this has been! We spent our snow day on Tuesday baking a cake for Valentine’s Day. I really don’t know what got into me. I always think it will be fun making treats with the children. But it evolves into me trying to measure ingredients and stir while Eli is sticking his hands in everything to taste it and Georgia is screaming and climbing up my leg.

Amidst the chaos, we made a fudge strawberry torte, which I posted below. It is wonderful! I lifted it from Pillsbury’s Web site, but I thought it was a good excuse for me to participate in Friday's Feast, so there you go.

Wednesday, I decided to take Eli to preschool in case they had their Valentine’s Day party that day since school had been cancelled the previous day. Remember how I said, “What are they going to do? Send us home?” Yeah, well, they sent us home. That’ll teach me to have a smart-ass attitude about everything. Luckily, the party was rescheduled for Thursday when all the kids would be there. So we packed up Eli’s valentines (again) and headed off to school on Thursday.

I was all happy with myself since I had my little individual bags full of candy for each child. Unfortunately, Desert Songbird’s evil twin apparently has a daughter in my son’s class. When Eli brought home his big sack of Valentines, I started rifling through it to evaluate the achievements and creativity of the other moms admire the cute Valentines from the other children. I was patting myself on the back as I pulled out Valentine after Valentine with one piece of candy taped to a little store-bought Valentine.

Then, I pulled out “the one.” There was one Valentine that consisted of a big bag of candy with a big handmade (!!!) card attached to it with a cute little ribbon. The card had a heart-shaped picture of the little girl on the front. You opened it up, and there were tons of Valentines stickers, and then on the back it said, “Lovingly handmade by (girl’s name)” WTF?!!! And I thought I was an over-achiever. Oh well, this gives me something to strive for for next year. Eric told me I need to calm down now or I’m going to be suffering from some serious ulcers by the time Eli is in first grade.

At least the mom’s coffee was rescheduled for today, too. Georgia and I went and hung out while drinking very weak coffee and I pimped my Passion Parties chatted with other moms. I did meet some other moms who seemed like lots of fun. One mom who I always thought looked kind of bitchy turned out to be freaking hysterical, so that was great! And two of the other moms lit up when they found out I did Passion Parties and started asking me questions about Gigi. Now they want to book a party! Yippy skippy!!

And to top it all off, I won the door prize drawing for free flowers. Why is it that when Eric got me a huge vase of roses and daisies on Valentine’s Day, I was warm and happy, but when I won a small vase of flowers at the preschool, I was ecstatic. My competitive nature? Hmmm. . . I’ll have to analyze that.

Passion Faux Pas

Or this could be entitled "Things you post when it's really late" but I didn't want to steal from Ian.

It's about 12:30 am, and I just got home from a Passion Party in Topeka, which is about an hour away. What I was thinking when I booked a party that far away, I will never know. I most decidedly was drunk on red wine. But I digress.

Tonight, I made my first large error when doing my presentation.

I was holding up Tighten Up cream, yet I was describing Numbit cream to everyone. The reason this is so comical is because Tighten Up cream does just that - it tightens you up to a virgin-like state. Numbit helps numb the area for anal sex. (I don't even want to think about the search engines I'm going to come up on after this post.)

Anyway, imagine me talking about anal sex while holding up a cream that tightens you up. People seemed horrified. I was over halfway done with my spiel before I realized why all of the women had an extremely pained look on their faces.

Oops.

Needless to say, I didn't sell any Tighten Up or Numbit tonight. *sigh* Maybe next time.

Online Shopping

Did anyone catch the Growing Pains marathon this weekend? I still have the theme song stuck in my head. “As long as we’ve got each other, we’ve got the world spinning right in our hand . . .” Oh hell. You can just listen to it here.

Sorry if I'm overdoing the videos lately. YouTube is fun. And addictive.

Well, here we are less than a month away from Christmas, and I really need to get started on my shopping. Passion Parties has thrown a wrench into my plans. I have been so busy with it, I have spaced out on Christmas shopping. The children are almost done, but I have only purchased one thing for Eric. If I don’t hurry up, his mom and my mom are going to buy him everything on his list, and then I will really be screwed.

My mom informed me that she is going to try to do all of her shopping online this year. This is the same woman who told me she had Google on her computer, and she wanted to know if I had Google on my computer too. Yes, really. I’m not kidding. What’s even worse is that my mom reads this blog, and she totally will not get why that is funny.

I tried to give her a brief rundown on how to place an order on Amazon, which I think is very user-friendly. Too user-friendly if you ask me, especially since they remember my damn credit card number. It doesn’t really feel like I’m spending money when I don’t even have to type in my credit card number. That always comes back to bite me in the ass come January.

Anyway, after a brief lesson, I told my mom that maybe it would be easier if she just bought gift certificates. We’ll see how that goes. Personally, I love online shopping. I am not big on dealing with people in a retail setting, and this saves me a lot of hassle. Originally, I wanted to get everyone Passion products. We have some kick-ass lotion and bath gel, but that idea makes Eric very nervous. I don’t know if he’s afraid I’m accidentally going to send a vibrator to his 96-year-old grandmother, but he just didn’t seem down with the whole Passion gift-giving.

Uh-oh. If that’s the case, he better not look in his stocking.

Domain help

Okay, I need your advice. Before I order my self-inking stamps, address labels, yada yada, I wanted to think of a better domain name for my Passion Web site. Right now, it is neila.yourpassionconsultant.com. Not that catchy. Sooooo, this is what I have come up. Let me know which one you like best, or let me know if you have one that is even better!

PassionsByNeila.com
PassionConsult.com
NeilasToys.com
PassionateDiva.com
PassionWorthy.com
PassionHero.com
PassionHeroine.com
PopularPassion.com

Remember, I'm limited by what's available. I really want a dot com and not a dot biz or what the hell ever they have now. So, what do you think? Thoughts? Opinions? Bueller? Bueller?

Party On!

In case you all are wondering why I have not been abloggin’ for a couple of days, it is because this was the weekend of parties. I did a Passion Party at my house on Friday night, a Passion Party on Saturday afternoon, and a Discovery Toys party on Saturday night. I am tired. Very tired.

Friday night was my first Passion Party, and I had a lot of friends over. I sold over $700 of merchandise, and I make 40%, so it was a good profit for one evening. The problem is that I think I will do much better at this when I am doing it for people I don’t know. People share waaaaay more information than I imagined. I now have visuals in my head of one of my friends who apparently enjoys some very hardcore activities. And I will never be able to look one friend’s husband in the eye again without the voice inside my head screaming “PREMATURE EJACULATOR!!!”

Luckily, I had so much fun that it’s all worth it. It was a fun party, and I have seven people now interested in booking parties! Seven!! Four of them already have dates set for their parties. And three people were interested in information about joining Passion Parties. How cool is that?!

Saturday afternoon, I headed down to the Plaza because a gal was having a slumber party at one of the fancy schmancy hotels, and she wanted me to come by and bring my stuff. These ladies seemed to be the antithesis of the women at my party. The hostess was really enjoying it, but her friends seemed shocked when I began my whole spiel about the G-spot, and they looked downright terrified when I pulled out the rotating vibrators. Oh well, I guess everyone isn’t into it.

I went straight from there to do a Discovery Toys party, with one quick stop at Caribou. More on Caribou coffee tomorrow, but you must stop in and try their holiday drinks. Their Gingerbread Latte is heaven in a cup, and about a zillion times better than Starbucks!

Anyway, I was desperately trying to switch mental gears to toys of the more wholesome variety. Everyone at that party seemed to have a great time. And since I mentioned that I am an equal opportunity toy provider, I even had one lady ask me if I had any Passion Parties catalog. Luckily, I always carry them!

I stayed late because my friend Heather #2, the hostess, makes kick-ass party food, and I missed dinner. So after I ate her out of house and home, I went home and lapsed into a coma for about three hours until Georgia woke up at 2 am. Hopefully one of these days I’ll catch up on my sleep. I have a few days where I can relax before I have to start thinking about Thanksgiving. Oh, the stress.

Friday Feast

Since I am in the midst of making tons of party food for my Passion Party Friday night, I thought I would go ahead and participate in Friday Feast by posting my Oreo Truffles. I’ve had these at several parties, so I think they’re a popular recipe. Yet, I still had issues. Next time I will probably melt the chocolate with a little margarine or maybe some milk to thin it out because it got waaaay too thick while I was dipping the balls, and it turned into a bit of a mess. So, now I have messy balls. I’m sure they’ll still be good. I’m also having little smokies. Balls and wieners. And I wasn’t even going for a theme party.

But before I get to my recipe, I have to relate how much I completely spaced out today. I went to Eli’s parent-teacher conference this morning, and I even got there 15 minutes early. I got to sit in the little chair outside the office and drink my coffee in peace. It was fabulous. The conference went well. I discovered that Eli is being stalked by a cute little 3-year-old named Audrey. I also found out that he likes to take things apart at preschool just like he does at home. Apparently, he got a hold of a little screwdriver in the classroom, and attempted to take the doorknobs off the doors. I’m sure he would have succeeded if they hadn’t stopped him. One day at home he disassembled one of our bar stools when I thought he was watching Dora. I can’t take my eyes off of that kid for a second!

After I got home, the vacuum broke down, I had an unexpected visit from a neighbor, and I completely forgot the kids had a doctor’s appointment this afternoon. I made an appointment two weeks ago for them to go in today to get flu shots. I checked my calendar earlier in the week to double-check the time. And I forgot. I don’t mean that I remembered an hour later. I completely forgot. The only reason I remember it now is because I just checked my email, and my friend sent me one that said, “How did the flu shots go?” *Gasp* Oh, triple crap!!!

The combination of busy and tired sends important information flying out of my ears. Thank God for Aaron, my coffee God, or I would lapse into a coma. I can’t wait to tell you my excitement over my free coffee. That will be in this weekend’s blog.

Anyway, on to the recipe for Oreo Truffles:

1 lb. Oreo cookies (3 sleeves)
8 oz. cream cheese, room temperature
1 lb. milk chocolate
½ lb. white chocolate

1. Using food processor (or Magic Bullet), grind cookies to a fine powder.
2. With a mixer, blend cookie powder and cream cheese until thoroughly mixed.
3. Roll into small balls and place on wax-lined cookie sheet.
4. Refrigerate for 45 minutes.
5. In double boiler (or microwave), melt chocolate.
6. Dip balls and coat thoroughly.
7. Left balls out of chocolate and let excess chocolate drip off.
8. Place on wax-paper-lined cookie sheet.
9. In separate bowl, melt white chocolate.
10. Using a fork, drizzle white chocolate over balls.
11. Let cool.
12. Store in airtight container, in refrigerator.

Crazy Sex Lady

Okay, I already had my blog written when I heard the news. Britney and K-Fed are divorcing. She finally woke up and looked to her left in bed and said, “What the f*ck was I thinking?” I will process this information and comment more tomorrow.

Anyway – I’m the crazy sex lady. I’m sure that’s my new nickname at preschool. For the last week, I have been toying with the idea of whether or not to invite some other preschool moms to the Passion Party I’m having on Friday. Last Thursday, I invited one mom whom I really like. Today, I decided to hand out another invitation to one of the preschool teachers.

When I went up to give her an invite, she said, “I heard you were doing this! We were just talking about you earlier. You have a whooooole other side to your personality that I didn’t know about.”

Hmmm . . . Is that good or bad? I’m not quite sure considering I had only told one person about the Passion Parties and the word had already traveled around preschool. I went ahead and handed out invites to a couple of the other moms. What the hell, right? Everyone seemed to know at that point, anyway. I mainly got raised eyebrows and very high-pitched “Ohhhhh”s as responses, along with things like, “I would come, but . . . . my uh . . . husband’s going to be out of town.”

Christ, do these women think I’m going to hand them a mirror and a vibrator when they walk in my front door? Oh well. I always felt like the embarrassed teenage girl before around the preschool moms. Now, I’m just the crazy sex lady. I think that’s a step up.

Adult toy headache

Ugh! I just watched Desperate Housewives, and I was crying when the bitchy lady got shot. I didn’t even like her, yet I’m sitting there bawling. I also came to the realization that I really need to read a careful description of what is going to happen on a TV show before I watch it. The gunplay in tonight’s episode got a lot of attention from Eli.

“Mommy! Mommy! What’s she doing? Why is she doing that? Why is she yelling? Is she mad?”

I didn’t expect Desperate Housewives to be more freaking violent than Prison Break. I think I am going to have to start taping everything and watching TV late at night.

The rest of my weekend was filled with studying up on my new products since my big Passion Party is Friday night. I locked myself in the bedroom today and surrounded myself with various creams, edible lotions and adult toys. I have studied these products so much that my head is starting to spin. Ironically, many of the products I’m studying also spin. And buzz. And whir. Among other things.

I am not going to purchase the pillow, although I’m glad all of you seemed to get a kick out of it. Let me assure you that I myself was truly speechless when I first saw it as well. My husband is determined to find a giant penis pillow to go with it but he is unsure of where the giant rhinestone would go.

At least by shadowing parties, I have learned a lot of informational tidbits to throw into my demo. But I think I’m done shadowing parties as I seem to freak out the partygoers. They’re drunk and having fun, and I have out my giant notebook taking notes on phermones. I don’t think they know how to react to me.

Friday night, the party I shadowed was for a bunch of 20-something girls. They were very interested in the Silky Sheets product. I love this one because it has the phermones in it, which, among other things, calms children. When my kids are having trouble sleeping, I spray the Silky Sheets on their beds. It works like a charm. Georgia takes a long nap every time I do that.

I related this story at the party because I think it’s a major selling point. They all looked at me like I’m nuts because that wasn’t why they were interested in it. Silky Sheets absorbs moisture, so the “magical use” is that it dries that pesky wet spot in the time it takes you to go to the bathroom and come back. It really is amazing. I just need to get more in tune with my audience so I will know which features to focus on the most.

But since I use Nipple Nibblers as a lip gloss and cuticle conditioner, I think I still have a ways to go.

The pillow

Sorry my blogs seem to slow down on the weekends, but with the Passion Parties starting up, weekends are getting kind of busy.

I had to share something quickly with you guys, and I will write more about this in tomorrow's blog.

I shadowed another consultant last night on a party because I'm trying to get a feel for different styles to see what works for me.

This consultant had a pillow that she used for demonstration purposes and anatomy lessons. I have never seen anything like this in my entire life. There is no way to describe it. You have to see it. Click the link when you are ready.

Here it is!

Oh yeah. I'm not kidding. I particularly like the well-placed rhinestone. I can't tell you how freaking educational this job is!

Multi-functional

I love things that are multi-functional. For example, my favorite kitchen item is the spoonula. I love the spoonula – it’s a spoon and a spatula. My favorite Passion Product is Nipple Nibblers because it’s the best freaking lip gloss I’ve ever found, even though that was not its original intention. My son loves it as a lip gloss too, so I had to peel off the label to avoid funny looks.

Luckily, my daughter is following in my footsteps of finding multi-functional items. This afternoon, I was trying to have some quiet time. I had to return phone calls and was trying to find something to entertain Georgia. I had a bunch of toys in front of her when she got up and left the room. She came back moments later with a box of tampons from the bathroom. Yes. Tampons.

I reached down to take them away from her, but then noticed that she was extremely entertained just trying to unwrap them, so I let her be. I was able to get several phone calls made, watching her play quite contentedly. She would open a tampon, take it apart, and then start swinging it around by the string. It was seriously the funniest damn thing I’ve ever seen.

Even funnier was when my husband came home from work. Georgia heard her daddy come in the front door and took off to meet him. I heard him say. “Hi, Georgia! What do you have? OHMYGOD! NEILA!!!” I wish I had that on video.

I just said, “Yes, she has what you think she has.”

And here I have been spending hundreds of dollars on fancy schmancy toys, when all I really needed to do was spend $3 on a box of Tampax. At least Christmas shopping will be easy.

Updates and Pumpkin Bars

Happy Saturday, everyone! I always feel out of the loop when I go a day without blogging. Yesterday was so busy. My husband’s workplace had a huge Halloween party for the kids, and after that, I went straight to a Passions Party!

Yes, I’ve done it. I’m an official Passion Consultant. You’ll notice the change in logos on the right side of the page. I’m still selling the Discovery Toys, but let’s face it, people seem much more interested in the Passion Parties. I hope everyone will check out my new Web site. You might not want to click on the products section if you’re at work, but other than that, you should be fine. The shopping cart should be configured in a couple of days, and then people can purchase directly from my site.

Also, notice a few new entries to my blog roll that are long overdue – Macoosh, Momish, Hulai, Daphne, and Scribbit.

Just a quick update for now. But I have some great stories for everyone about the Halloween party and Georgia’s love affair with a miniature mummy, as well as the Passion Party I went to last night. It was a couple’s party with a bunch of cops and their wives. Ohhhh, this is going to be a fun job.

Today, I am desperately trying to recover from a sinus infection that has knocked me on my ass. I really thought my supermom powers would help me in warding off an infection. No such luck. I think I may have to break down and call the doctor on Monday for antibiotics. I just hope she doesn’t make me come in. Because there is nothing quite as fun as trying to control two small children in the waiting room of a doctor’s office while I’m sick. Woo hoo.

Until I am back in top form, please enjoy my recipe for delicious spiced pumpkin bars:

Ingredients:
2 cups all-purpose flour

2 teaspoons baking powder

2 teaspoons ground cinnamon

1 teaspoon baking soda

1/4 teaspoon salt

4 eggs

1 15-ounce can pumpkin

1-2/3 cups granulated sugar

1 cup cooking oil

3/4 cup chopped pecans (optional)

Pecan halves (optional)

1 11-oz. package cream cheese, softened

1/4 cup butter, softened

1 teaspoon vanilla

2 cups sifted powdered sugar

Instructions:
1. In a medium bowl stir together flour, baking powder, cinnamon, baking soda, and salt; set aside.

2. In a large mixing bowl beat together eggs, pumpkin, sugar, and oil with an electric mixer on medium speed. Add the flour mixture; beat until well combined. If desired, stir in chopped pecans. Spread batter into an ungreased 15x10x1-inch baking pan.

3. Bake in a 350 degree F oven for 25 to 30 minutes or until a wooden toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean. Cool completely in pan on a wire rack.

4. In a medium mixing bowl beat together the cream cheese, butter, and vanilla until fluffy. Gradually add powdered sugar, beating until smooth. Frost pumpkin bars. If desired, top with pecan halves. Cut into squares. Store, covered, in refrigerator up to 3 days.

My daughter’s hair

First, I want to thank everyone for their input on my career change! I have decided to give Passion Parties a shot. The only negative comment I received was from my mother who is afraid I’m going to meet a bunch of “kooks.” Fortunately, I myself am a kook, so it should all work out. Now, if I can only get Slackermommy and Macoosh to follow my lead!

In case you all are interested, here is a link to a great story that MSNBC did about Passion Parties. Brooke, the gal featured, is in my upline. The story comes complete with videos!

Now, on to the issue at hand: my daughter’s hair.

You may seem to recall that I was having the problem of Carol Brady hair.

Well, it has gotten worse. She now looks like Owen Wilson’s love child.

I should cut her hair. I really should. But what would be the fun in that. I’ll only cut it if it gets extremely out of control. I can’t wait to see who she morphs into next.

Career Change

Before I start into my blog, I want to make sure that everyone knows Halloween is on Sunday night on AMC! Woo hoo! Scariest damn movie ever, and I love to watch it at Halloween. I don’t know why because that damn music freaks me out and scares me so much I don’t even want to get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. But I love it! I’m twisted!

Okay, I need some advice from everyone. As you know, I decided a couple of months ago to make some extra money selling Discovery Toys. Since then, I have really been looking into the whole idea of network marketing. I have mentioned my friend Rebecca who is a consultant for Passion Parties. She makes 40 % of her sales and I make 20 %. As you can imagine, her items are more expensive than mine, so she makes a lot more money.

Plus, the Passion Parties are a lot of fun! It’s hard to get people interested in coming to a Discovery Toys party, but everyone wants to come to a Passion Party. Soooo . . . I am thinking about switching. I know that is quite a change. I wouldn’t give up Discovery Toys, because I absolutely LOVE the toys. I would just add the Passion Parties until I see which one is more successful. What do you think?

As it is, most of the Discovery Toys sound dirty anyway – Hammer Away, Shiny Touchy Smelly, and Boomarings. And the Passion Parties products could be innocent toys – the Jack Rabbit, Mystical Moments Wand, and the Friendly Dolphin. So, it wouldn’t be a big switch from selling toys to selling toys.

Plus, I just can’t carry that damn purse anymore. Yes, I have gotten about four people to ask me about Discovery Toys, which is pretty good. But most of the time, people just stare at me like I’m a psycho for carrying a freaky ass purse. Plus, when I was at a children’s clothing store one day, the clerk actually tried to ring up my purse (!!!). So today, I went to Target, and got a new purse. A real one. One that is as big as a suitcase so I can use it as a purse/diaper bag. That feels much better!

Eric is hesitant about my career change. He says that guys don’t talk about sex that openly. He maintains that girls are just dirtier. He can’t even comprehend a Passion Party. I think it would be easier to get people to attend parties, and I would sell more. And besides, sex sells! And I would be selling it!

Err . . . okay, that didn’t come out right. But, you know what I mean.

What should I do?