Lets Get Rowdy.... Rocker Style...

I am DESPERATE to reclaim my garage...  so I am liquidating the remaining inventory of

Rowdy Rocker Bags.

My company took on liquidation of these bags for the Rowdy corporation as manufacture seconds.  Each bag started with minor flaws, which have been either corrected or noted to the buyer prior to purchase.  Most of the bags are in perfect condition, but are still sold at "second" prices.

Retail Price:  $109.00
Your price: $25.00.... till they are gone.  Imperfect bags will be further reduced.

Here's what I have left: 

Green Rocker:

 Copper Rocker:

 Baby changing pads - These are NOT seconds, but overstock. 
(Khaki not available, I have brown, pink and green.)

Retail:  $31.99
Your Price: $10.00 Extremely limited quantities...

That's it.  Give me my garage back.  .

Come on... you know you wanna....

To Purchase, email me at:

Camillemcc@gmail.com

for product availability and shipping costs.

xoxo

Cam

What You Don't Know Might Not Hurt You, But....

Gossip.

Judgement.

Conditional love...

So much fun, right?? 

Or how about this one...

"We're not gossiping.  We're SO concerned."

...Um, no you're not, you're using the guise of religion, women's organizations, and family as an opportunity to pass judgement and spread rumors without the guilt. 

It's called justification.

In situations where assumptions are made, hearsay occurs, or judgement is passed irreversible damage results.  Spreading rumors has been described as opening a feather pillow into the wind, but I don't think that's very accurate.  You can see the feathers as they drift away, but it's impossible to see the far reaching effects of whispers.   Plus, feathers drifting away in the wind looks pretty, publicly destroying another persons image does not.

A more accurate description of spreading rumors:  Head lice.  You've got it.

Yup. 
You don't see it spreading.
You have no idea of the far reaching effects.
It's impossible to "collect."
Even if you say your sorry, there is still am immense amount of work to correct the situation.
Finally, most of the time no one knows where it started, but everyone knows about it regardless.

The only part that does not apply is that the head lice is always head lice.  If head lice was really like rumors than the head lice would turn into a lovely cockroach infestations, and termites, and ring worm, and all sorts of other parasites.

I know... this ALL still sounds like such a good time....

I have decided it's not worth my time to attempt to correct judgements, rumors and assumptions about me.  I hope you are strong enough to decide the same.  It does no good to try and chase down rumors.  Actions speak louder than words, so just be who you are.  Eventually people will figure it out on their own.   I have so many more worthwhile things to do with my time than to spend it trying to correct blissful ignorance.

Because, guess what? 

When you listen to gossip and pass it along you're completely ignorant to the truth.

I've been there.  On both sides.  I'm guilty as hell of gossiping and judging others.  I wish I could say it will never ever ever ever happen again, but I know that's not reasonable.  I am much more aware, but I would be lying if I said I honestly believed I would never ever be guilty of gossiping again.  I get it that sometimes it does not feel like you're doing anything wrong...  OR... and this is my favorite:

What that person did was SO BAD that they deserve it. 
Or what they did was so public that it's not like they were trying to hide it, why should I?
OR Everyone knows about it... it's not like if I don't say anything people aren't going to hear about it anyway...

When you intentionally go about trashing someones integrity, and tearing down their name in public don't ask, "Are we okay?" 

"Yeah um, I totally feel guilty because when your life was $%!#, and you were going through a whole lot of things that no one could possibly understand, least of all me, I felt like I was justified to talk to my friends about it, and um... there was a lot about it I didn't understand so I just left those bits about your behavior and integrity open for interpretation... and, well...  this is kind of embarrassing for me but as it turns out my friends told a few people, who told a few people, who told a few people, who told a few people, who told a few people, who told a few people, who told a few people, who told a few people, who told a few people, who told a few people... and each time the story got better and better..  well not better for you of course  :) ... but anyway, I'm feeling really guilty now so I wanted to let you know that I'm sorry... so that I can feel better.  So, um, are we okay now?  Forgive me?  :)" 

Yeah, no we're not okay.  I'll never trust you unconditionally again.  I feel like a fool for ever thinking I could.

Now, off to the moon with you. 

When you trash my house, you don't get invited back.  It's going to take me some time to forgive, but I will.  I'll still love, but I'll love from a distance. 

xoxo
Cam

The How to's of Stamped Leather Cuff Wristbands

Stamped Leather. 

This Online Course is now available through 

Brave Girl University.  

Check it out here!

What do ya think??

I've updated my blog design!  Yikes, right??

I'm stressing over if you all will like it...  is the new tag a little to weird?? 

I started with an image of ...  yours truly... and added wings..  cause I have this sort-of love affair with wings right now..

It had silhouettes in the background flying kites...  but I showed it to my friend while it was a work in progress and she said...

"What's with the zombies??"

Oh.

Well that's not going to work..

I tried a couple with different back grounds...  But they were honestly a little too colorful for me..

Yeah I know... zombies are still there..



So what do you think?? 

As a reminder here's the old tag...  designed by the FABULOUS  Jeri Lynn of Jurra Does Announcements.   Love her.  xoxo

In nervous anticipation,

Cam
xoxo

What's this "Brave Girls Club" all about??

I've recieved the honor of guest blogging on the Brave Girls blog about my time and experience with Brave Girls Club and what it has meant to me. 

Check it out here: http://bravegirlsclub.com/archives/6564/comment-page-1#comment-48223

xoxo

Love you all. 

Cam

Ps. Go forth and conquer.

Birthdays Suck.

I hate my birthday.  Hate it.  Dread it.  Cry through it. Want to run away. Pretend like it's not happening.  Find the time/space continuum so I can skip it..  HATE IT.

I mean...  woohoo!  Way for me for being born. I didn't actually do anything to accomplish this momentous occasion... except grow, but I want you to honor me and celebrate me every year for it none the less.  What in the heck??  Birthdays are kind of retarded. 

The attention makes me uncomfortable... really uncomfortable. It's awkward. My birthdays should no longer be acknowledged after the age of 21.  All of the important things have happened... after 21 I should be mature enough that I don't need to expect my friends to run around chanting my name with "hip-hip-hoorays" once a year.

I thought I was alone with this, but I googled it.  :)

http://isitnormal.com/story/i-hate-my-birthday-25343/
http://www.experienceproject.com/groups/Hate-My-Birthday/4964
http://www.facebook.com/pages/I-hate-my-birthday/258807264386
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20110614052826AAjipqF
http://jannatwrites.wordpress.com/2010/07/13/why-i-hate-my-birthday-its-not-skin-deep/
http://www.stevepavlina.com/forums/emotional-mastery/16204-i-hate-my-birthday.html
http://www.socialanxietysupport.com/forum/f35/i-hate-my-birthday-52338/
and so on... and so forth...

94% of the populations of people (who are obsessed with their normalcy) are on my side!  I didn't write the posts, but I SO totally could have. 

On my birthday, I hate when people turn all this special attention on me...  it's so unbelievably uncomfortable... but at the same time, when people know it's my birthday and don't say anything then I'll just thinking to myself, "WTH!!"  It's a catch 22.  I just want to run away somewhere I can't be reached.  Because then... no one is saying Happy Birthday and making a big deal... and I'm not feeling discarded because someone forgot.  I feel stupid and selfish for caring if people forget when I don't want them to do anything either.

The weeks leading up to my birthday I just get more and more anxious until bammm... the big day hits.  I usually start "celebrating" a day or two before by feeling super depressed, randomly crying, and desperately looking for an escape... some way to avoid the day. I seriously consider shutting down my facebook account to avoid all the birthday comments, BUT I also know, come the "big" day, I'm selfishly going to need those comments or I'll feel super depressed.  It just gets worse and more intense the closer it gets.  And I always ride out the depression for a week or two post birthday. 

My birthday occurred recently and I had to wait an adequate amount of time before I was even capable of blogging about it.

What is wrong with me?  I really don't understand why I can't just let it go, and blow it off... but every year it gets to me.  I'm pretty emotionally shut off, and I can generally control my emotions in just about ANY situation...  but I can't freaking get a handle on it when it comes to my birthday.  Believe me I try..  I try so hard...

I don't know why I can't be one of those people who thinks their birthday should be a national holiday and should be celebrated for a month... and then that's exactly what they do.   It sure looks like they are having fun. 

My opinion?  I think society puts this image out there that birthdays are suppose to be this huge happy amazing day where we feel on top of the world, and so then if we don't... if we wake on our birthday and it feels (gulp) like a normal day...  then we feel like crap.  Maybe it's just me (and my 94%).

I should mention that I really want to celebrate my friends birthdays. :)  Love it.  Just please.. on mine...  say happy birthday so I know I'm not forgotten, but maybe don't make eye contact. 

Am I alone here?

xoxo Cam

The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch

When I read a really good book, I take notes and then tack them up where I will see them often.  I couple years ago I read The Last Lecture, by Randy Pausch. 

These are some of my notes, and my Cam-isms.

Criticism:

When you're screwing up and nobody says anything to you anymore, that means they're giving up on you.  When you see yourself doing something badly and nobodies bothering to tell you anymore, that's a bad place to be.

Cam-ism: Not all negative feedback is productive or accurate.  But, when it comes from a place of love and respect listen with an open mind, and your defenses down.  I hope that my friends will always tell me...   I might not always agree, but I would rather know.

Determination:

The brick walls are there for a reason.  They're not there to keep us out.  The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something.  Never give up, and accept a boost when offered.  And once you get over [the walls] it can be helpful to others to tell them how you did it.

Cam-ism: On one side of the brick wall are those with determination.  On the other side are those without.  Oh, and the grass really IS greener over here...

Time Management:

Time must be explicitly managed, like money.  Don't invest it on the irrelevant details: It doesn't matter how well you polish the underside of the banister.

You can always change your plan, but only if you have one.

Cam-ism:  "Free time" is wasted time.  I like to live my life with a long and never ending to-do list.  Here's why...  I learn so much when I challenge myself.  I love to look over a project and tell myself, "I can do that."  I didn't start out knowing how to do it, and no one taught me how to do it, I figured it out through determination and hard work...  Hard work and determination go hand in hand with time management. 

What Others Think:

If nobody ever worried about what was in other people's heads, we'd all be 33% more effective in our lives and on our jobs.

Cam-ism:  Yeah, I'm pretty sure the 33% is made up too.  And I'm pretty sure myself.. personally... I would be WAY more than 33% more productive if I wasn't constantly worried about what others think.  I'm getting better about it.  Way less concerned, and trying to make sure my actions reflect ME and what I want, rather than what I think other people want me to be, or do, or think.

Relationships:

When it comes to men who are romantically interested in you, it's really simple.  Just ignore everything they say, and only pay attention to what they do.

Cam-ism:  Word.

xoxo