The internet is full of Snake Oil Sellers and not so straight forward deals. How can you wade through this “Huge” place called the “World Wide Web?”

The very best that you can do is, Educate yourself.

The fact is most people who “surf” the internet are not looking to buy anything. They are looking for information. So if you are looking to start a home based business you should not only educate yourself on what is available but also find something that you believe in and you are passionate about.

“Find your Niche”
There are a number of ways to make money from home using the internet. Some popular methods are network marketing or MLM, affiliate marketing (meaning you selling other people’s products), selling advertising, selling your own products and publishing is another way..

Most people go into the MLM business. The problem with MLM is that you are relying on your down line to work as hard as you do. You are always working on keeping them motivated as well as you so that your both able to make money. Your always in the recruiting and training mode.
Would you like someone like you in your downline?

If I had someone like me in my down line I would be happy.
If I had 5 people like me in my down line I would be doing somersaults. If I had 10 people like me in my down line I would be doing cart wheels.

Regardless of what you choose to market online, you need to learn how. The first thing you should be doing is investing in yourself.

“Your Education”
To be successful in your online business you must learn the “Craft of Marketing on the Internet”. “.

Cindy

I have posted before that I like to farm in FarmTown. I named my farm “Critter Haven Farm” I not only have a beautiful farm house and a big barn but I also have an animal hospital to take care of the sick and the injured.

I enjoy spending time on my farm, It helps me get organized… no matter how silly that sounds.

I really dread going to the market to hire help. It is so sad that the market is so full of beggars. I refuse to hire beggars.

I will carry on a conversation with myself or with Tom if no one speaks to me.

I recently found a new game to play online. I have been having a lot of fun with it too.

Play Moola

Have you seen the new product that Kleenex has come out with? It is one of those head slappers… Why didn’t I think of that????

It is a paper towel dispenser that you sit on top of your hand towel bar. It is designed so that it hugs the wall and pointed so it fits between the bar and the wall. Towels are able to be easily dispensed from the bottom when you pull.

The design is just like you see in public restrooms everywhere, but no drilling is required.

I thought they were high in price but cheap me had a coupon for them so I thought what the heck and I splurged.

I love it!! Now I know when this is empty they want me to buy a new box. Me being the cheap person that I am I am just going to unglue the bottom and reinsert my own towels. I can probably pick them up at GFS.

I wish I would have designed that thing. The concept is so simple… but what a great idea.

Anyone see Peter Noone last week on Mike Huckabee? He was just as cute as he was years ago. I saw him several years ago in Detroit. It was when the Red Wings had just won the Stanley Cup. He mentioned that he was a hockey fan and “How about them Red Wings?”   The crowd loved it because we are very proud of our Red Wings.

Peter Noone of course is the lead singer of Herman’s Hermits.

Gosh.. I loved those guys.

Not sure what my favorite song would be of the many that they did but just a few would be..
Mrs.. Brown you’ve got a lovely Daughter
I’m Henry the VIII
As I think about it, perhaps my favorite would be, What a Wonderful World this would be. My toes are tapping just thinking about it… Don’t know much about His-tory, don’t know much trigonometry.. but I do know… you know the one. Yup I can hear you singing it now.

Just thinking about those great toe tapping songs makes me want to smile. whatever happened to this happy music?

I just had to share this story I received from my friend Tom.

I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid.

I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my
big sister dropped the bomb: “There is no Santa Claus,” she jeered.
“Even dummies know that!”

My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that
day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma
always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole
lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns.
I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told
her everything. She was ready for me. “No Santa Claus!” she snorted.
“Ridiculous!
Don’t believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it
makes me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let’s go.”
“Go? Go where, Grandma?” I asked. I hadn’t even finished my second
world-famous, cinnamon bun. “Where” turned out to be Kerby’s General
Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As
we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a
bundle in those days. “Take this money,” she said, “and buy something for
someone who needs it. I’ll wait for you in the car.” Then she turned and
walked out of Kerby’s.

I was only eight years old. I’d often gone shopping with my mother, but
never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and
crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.

For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-
dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.
I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the
kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought
out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath
and messy hair and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock’s grade-two class.
Bobby Decker didn’t have a coat. I knew that because he never went out
for recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the
teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn’t
have a cough, and he didn’t have a coat either. I figured the
ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!
I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real
nice and warm, and he would like that. “Is this a Christmas present for
someone?” the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars
down. “Yes,” I replied shyly. “It’s …. for Bobby.” The nice lady smiled at me. I
didn’t get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry
Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and
ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible)
and wrote, “To Bobby, From Santa Claus” on it — Grandma said that Santa
always insisted on secrecy.. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker’s house,
explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa’s helpers.

Grandma parked down the street from Bobby’s house, and she and I crept
noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave
me a nudge. “All right, Santa Claus,” she whispered, “get going.”

I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down
on his step, pounded his doorbell and flew back to the safety of the
bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the
front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.

Fifty years haven’t dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering,
beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker’s bushes. That night, I realized that
those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they
were: ridiculous.
Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
I still have the Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95.

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He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under a tree.

This will put you in the mood for the Christmas Season.
POLISH_CHRISTMAS    When you click that link it will ask you if you would like to open or to save. Just click open.

Cindy