Posts Tagged ‘99 series’
PRESS RELEASE: Erica’s Book!!!
Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010Today I’m a Mommy Blogger
Friday, February 26th, 2010Happy Friday readers! I just pulled into Starbucks to Blog. I was volunteering this morning for my son’s school at the local bowling alley for his Purim Bowlathon (for those of you that don’t know, Purim is sort of like our Jewish Halloween). The kids were all dressed up and adorable, and ran into the bowling alley by the bus load, excited to play hookie for the morning. It was great fun. As always, whenever my son sees me at any school event, his face beams with pride, and I can see he just wants to melt into my arms, but holds back in an effort not to look “uncool.” My heart was full watching him with his friends. He was so happy, so proud, such a thriving young man. And at the end of the day, what more could a mom wish for? Health and contentment for those they love. I’ll take it and shut up.
Next, onto child number 2. My 3 year old. Things with him weren’t quite as sunny last night. We were having a great day till about 8pm last night. Then he became violently ill. To say he threw up a little in his bed was an understatement. My washing machine did not stop from 8pm until 4am. He threw up at least 8 times and I was scrounging around pulling pillows from all of the beds to replace the previous ones he had thrown up on. He didn’t stop from 8:30pm – 3AM. I became so overwhelmed with worry. Couple that with the cleaning and preparing a new fresh bed for him every hour, and it was complete chaos. My husband ran out at midnight to buy pedialyte, but he wouldn’t take it. We came very close to ending up in the hospital, but then the throwing up stopped, and he fell asleep at 4:15am. Unfortunately he awoke at 6:08am, but fortunately he was perfect healthy and happy. So, I’m not working on much sleep and I’m quite delirious to say the least. Kids. The joys of mommyhood. We wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Tuesday Tidbits
Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010Hi Ladies,
I just finished a Ballet Body class at the gym, and it felt great. I have barely gone to the gym in the past 6 weeks as I’ve been working day and night on my business book. It’s been exhausting but very rewarding.
I wanted to keep you up to date on a few things, as you, my readers should always be the first to know.
Firstly, I wanna give a shout out to Brooke Burke of ModernMom.com for loving the concept of The Bucket List, and spreading it with her readers. I love ModernMom.com (and my husband LOVES Brooke) and it’s great to be Blogging over there with such a great group. I told Brooke she is like my soul sister and we are alike in many ways. Please read Brooke’s Bucket List. I encourage you to make your own Bucket List, and post them right here! Do it! It’s a great way to get off the fence in your life and finally delve into something you’ve wanted to do for so long. It’s also fun to dream.
You will notice over the next week or so, a new revamped look for the site. I was fortunate enough to be approached by one of the world’s largest media companies, Glam Media, to place advertisements on my Blog. The ads on the Blog will be from some of the world’s largest and best company’s targeted towards women of course, and not junk ads. It’s very exciting. Articles will also be a lot easier to find now, and a few things that bother me about the site, (like the tiny font and other stuff) will be fixed. Stay tuned. I will NEED YOUR FEEDBACK. You are my readers, so your thoughts are THE most important thing to me.
A Single Mom’s Valentine’s Day. One Woman’s Story…
Monday, February 15th, 2010By Guest Blogger Helen Georgaklis
My name is Helen Georgaklis. I have been a Financial Counselor for over 10 years. I run my own company full time while raising 2 children as a single mom both with little or no support at all. I have dedicated the past 6 years to helping women, both young and old in building their own financial wealth. My living is in managing their money, but my work is far more as a counselor than anything financial. This is my story.
I was born an Expo baby, 1967, to Greek parents; my father a Greek immigrant, my mother a first generation Greek born in Canada. I learned early on in life what survival meant, and have been doing just that since the tender age of 5. It’s from that point that I remember the very first beating I had from my father. I was physically abused as a child, to the age of 22, and had spent my adolescent life lying about the welts and bruises I had on a weekly basis right up until I got engaged to be married, but still living at home.
















