Most people who have ever played "pretend" gave that up when quite young.
I remember this one kid in particular who had a "pretend" problem. I was at one of my friends houses (that was before he told me "Just Go 1John, Go") when another kid came over and asked us to "pretend" we were cowboys and Native Americans (not wanting to offend those with sensitive minds). Well my friend (which shares Teams founder's name only spelled different) told the kid to go home, and when the kid didn't, started in on him.
This of course ended a great game of 21, which I of course was winning.
"Let's pretend YOU are not here!" Oran yelled as he walked through the other kid. Of course it was hard to pretend the kid was not screaming at the top of his lungs and the driveway was not stained in the kids blood from where his knees were bleeding. But I digress.
There is a problem with pretending sometimes. When one pretends someone else does something wrong and goes to their parents to complain just to get the other siblings into trouble, they might get caught for lying. An astute parent will go to the scene of the incident and investigate, OR the astute accused will present their case to the parent with proof of their innocence. After an investigation of cause, the parent will make a judgement, and if there is enough evidence to the contrary of the original complaint will award damages to the accused.
Some people it seems NEVER GROW UP. Some people Make Stuff Up (hereafter referred to as MSU).
That is what the lawyers who brought the case in Nevada did. They MSU'd a competing MLM against TEAM. They actually brought a case to a judge with MSU in it. The only thing that I could think of is perhaps their hired guns overheard some speculation going on with IBO's at TEAM events. I have not read ANYWHERE that there is an actual competing MLM. If there is one it is INVISIBLE, it is SILENT, and it does not push any PRODUCT.
Of course the culture that these lawyers who MSU is prone to MUS (made up stuff). Say like, saying you are selling stuff at wholesale makes it so, even though retail chains are selling products of the same quality at retail for 25% or more lower.
As I read the suit they brought, I was intrigued. They said stuff, yet they provided no proof it was true. There was no evidence that what they were bringing had any hint of reality. In other words, just like their first suit against Woodward, in which they argued quite clairvoyantly that he had a competing MLM, they did so again here. Just like that kid who messed up my win at basketball.
Pretending may be fun when your a kid, but it will get you a large monetary penalty when you bring frivolous lawsuits in Nevada.
I wait patiently for the results!
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
What Are We In This For?
As I look at my daughter drinking a chocolate coffee freeze, (yeah, I know, that is a dangerous thing to allow a 10 year old to do!) I was thinking about why someone would be in a business like I was in.
Most who joined, did so when they understood why they actually were in debt as their yearly salary increase fell more and more behind the actual cost of living. This caused them to supplement their income with high interest credit card debt, to the point, when someone actually cared enough to come along at a time when they were ready to hear what the problem was, the finally understood there was the proverbial 2 ton pink elephant in their living room.
We did this thing to actually make a difference in our lives. But, the real way to make that improvement meant to make a real change in our thinking. This has to be, for even if we somehow got a million dollars dropped in our laps, with the same thinking that got us into the previous debt in the first place, would soon leave us in debt again. This can be seen by those who loose all their lottery winnings, and usually end up worse than before.
I actually got into this business because of a failure of my last one.
It is an interesting journey.
I was watching Public Television when they were asking for donations, (You know, during the time they actually have "good" things on!) LATE one night, when I saw this funny Asian guy talking about his Rich Dad and his Poor Dad. It piqued my interest, BUT, when they listed the prices for his books, I thought, NAH!
A couple of months later I saw Rich Dad Poor Dad in B&N, still to high.
Thanksgiving was around the corner, and I was invited to go to my Fiance's parents home. I met her sister and brother-in-law there, somehow the Rich Dad book came up.
When Christmas came, again I was invited, I got a gift from Deb's (We were married a year and a half ago.) sis and brother-in-law gave me a gift. Well, two gifts. Rich Dad and Cashflow Quadrant, by Robert Kiyosaki, that funny Asian guy I had seen months before.
While reading his Rich book, (I have always liked to read) which is a fun read, ONE PARAGRAPH STOOD OUT TO ME. It was to get involved with an MLM to learn business principles.
(Oh, a little aside note: I believe that God cares intimately for us, and will involve himself in our lives in as far as we will allow him!)
I thought, hmm, could I find the reason that my business failed? It had nagged me for some time.
God kept opening more and more doors to go through, (due to my finally doing what he wanted me to do, kinda tithing my actions, brought His blessings in other areas, I might get into those areas of obedience one day, but back to how I got into TEAM) so I walked through them.
Turns out my future sister and brother-in-law was in a company called Quixtar.
I also had a friend at work here in Quixtar as well. I had to make a decision, Deb and I were married by then, so the decision would be difficult. Either join with her sister, or join with my friend. The problem with joining her Sisters group would be the distance, over 400 miles away, or joining here with my friend, I needed to make sure that if I joined I would he helped, and would be around people that I had actual relationship with, and who had an interest in my success.
I decided to join my friend, so I approached him and said "How much to join?" (He had never approached me, so you can imagine his reaction!) Turns our there are more than one organization or groups of people in Quixtar. My friend was in TEAM, my in-laws in another. Again, God at work! (Don't get me wrong, they are godly people.) He wanted me to learn leadership principles.
If you haven't detected it yet, I try to follow God's leading and direction.
So it was of GREAT surprise when I read in the threatening e-mail that Quixtar had terminated Orrin et al. God had led me into their organization, and to read the disparaging remarks from a company that had NEVER e-mailed me before, of those who had helped me grow, was quite naturally discouraging.
THEN I read the qblog, (I didn't know one existed) that told me to Go, just Go. I did.
God was leading me through another door, and I knew I didn't want to be associated with an organization who did not care for me, only that I purchase their overrated high priced products.
So, I guess, God was the one that led me away from AMWAY.
Hey Mike, you might want to bring suit against God next, He is the one that told me to send in my resignation!
Most who joined, did so when they understood why they actually were in debt as their yearly salary increase fell more and more behind the actual cost of living. This caused them to supplement their income with high interest credit card debt, to the point, when someone actually cared enough to come along at a time when they were ready to hear what the problem was, the finally understood there was the proverbial 2 ton pink elephant in their living room.
We did this thing to actually make a difference in our lives. But, the real way to make that improvement meant to make a real change in our thinking. This has to be, for even if we somehow got a million dollars dropped in our laps, with the same thinking that got us into the previous debt in the first place, would soon leave us in debt again. This can be seen by those who loose all their lottery winnings, and usually end up worse than before.
I actually got into this business because of a failure of my last one.
It is an interesting journey.
I was watching Public Television when they were asking for donations, (You know, during the time they actually have "good" things on!) LATE one night, when I saw this funny Asian guy talking about his Rich Dad and his Poor Dad. It piqued my interest, BUT, when they listed the prices for his books, I thought, NAH!
A couple of months later I saw Rich Dad Poor Dad in B&N, still to high.
Thanksgiving was around the corner, and I was invited to go to my Fiance's parents home. I met her sister and brother-in-law there, somehow the Rich Dad book came up.
When Christmas came, again I was invited, I got a gift from Deb's (We were married a year and a half ago.) sis and brother-in-law gave me a gift. Well, two gifts. Rich Dad and Cashflow Quadrant, by Robert Kiyosaki, that funny Asian guy I had seen months before.
While reading his Rich book, (I have always liked to read) which is a fun read, ONE PARAGRAPH STOOD OUT TO ME. It was to get involved with an MLM to learn business principles.
(Oh, a little aside note: I believe that God cares intimately for us, and will involve himself in our lives in as far as we will allow him!)
I thought, hmm, could I find the reason that my business failed? It had nagged me for some time.
God kept opening more and more doors to go through, (due to my finally doing what he wanted me to do, kinda tithing my actions, brought His blessings in other areas, I might get into those areas of obedience one day, but back to how I got into TEAM) so I walked through them.
Turns out my future sister and brother-in-law was in a company called Quixtar.
I also had a friend at work here in Quixtar as well. I had to make a decision, Deb and I were married by then, so the decision would be difficult. Either join with her sister, or join with my friend. The problem with joining her Sisters group would be the distance, over 400 miles away, or joining here with my friend, I needed to make sure that if I joined I would he helped, and would be around people that I had actual relationship with, and who had an interest in my success.
I decided to join my friend, so I approached him and said "How much to join?" (He had never approached me, so you can imagine his reaction!) Turns our there are more than one organization or groups of people in Quixtar. My friend was in TEAM, my in-laws in another. Again, God at work! (Don't get me wrong, they are godly people.) He wanted me to learn leadership principles.
If you haven't detected it yet, I try to follow God's leading and direction.
So it was of GREAT surprise when I read in the threatening e-mail that Quixtar had terminated Orrin et al. God had led me into their organization, and to read the disparaging remarks from a company that had NEVER e-mailed me before, of those who had helped me grow, was quite naturally discouraging.
THEN I read the qblog, (I didn't know one existed) that told me to Go, just Go. I did.
God was leading me through another door, and I knew I didn't want to be associated with an organization who did not care for me, only that I purchase their overrated high priced products.
So, I guess, God was the one that led me away from AMWAY.
Hey Mike, you might want to bring suit against God next, He is the one that told me to send in my resignation!
Friday, October 26, 2007
My mom taught me, "Don't wear out your welcome"!
My mom taught me a lot of things.
For the longest time I didn't listen, I had a friend that actually liked me, for about a month, then, as if on cue I would get the old rub off, "Just GO 1John, GO!" So I would. Then I would hear the "I told you not to wear out your welcome!"
Sometimes, people would invite me over to help them, so I'd go, never knowing they were using me for their own benefit. They would say, Hey, why don't you bring pizza when you come. So I would, then they would give me a rake and while they were in eating the pizza I brought, I would be raking up their leaves. When I was done, after I had done all the work and my pizza was gone even though I got none of it (I got the little plastic pizza protector sometimes if I bought enough of the really expensive pizza), they would come to the screen door after I knocked to come in and they would say "Just GO 1John, GO!" So I did. My mom would tell me, "You shouldn't have worn out your welcome!"
I heard a story once about this bumble bee who went to his junior high Halloween party. Well later in life, this particular bumblebee found a good way to get pollen by helping a lot of other bumblebees get pollen. They really didn't care where the pollen came from, they just knew that they needed pollen to survive, and really liked the original bumble bee for bringing them to the pollen. He developed a lot of other bumble bees into those who would lead other bumble bees to the pollen. What was interesting is the particular plant that produced the pollen really like the fact that the first bumble bee brought so many pollinators, more of this later.
Eventually the first bumble bee developed a system to help other bumble bees bring other bumble bees to the pollen. It was really good for a while until the first bumble bee got into the International Bumble Bee Association. There he was informed that the pollen that was being produced by the plant had competing pollen plants that were just as good quality however they were gave their pollen up easier. So the bumble bee went to the plant and asked for pollen to be given easier. The plant said it would work on it, however it never did. Eventually the bumble bee was on vacation and ran out of pollen so he went to one of the other plant, whose Latin name was Walius Martinus, and was amazed at how easy the pollen was released.
When he came home again, he told the IBBA about it, some of the bumble bees in the IBBA thought, "You know, it would be better for the bumble bees that we have taught to come to the plant if the plant made it easier on the bumble bees."
They approached the plant, and the plant said, "NO, Why should I make it easier?" So they resigned the IBBA, met one more time, and several bumble bees after going over differing scenarios of what the plant would do, then they went over different scenarios of what their actions would be for any action the plant would do, and finally came up with a plan to FREE THE BUMBLE BEES!
They approached the plant, let the plant know they wanted out of the high work pollination of the plant and the plant stripped them of their ability to gather pollen and told them they couldn't gather pollen anywhere else for six months, and wouldn't allow them to collect the pollen that was owed them.
The plant then sent threatening e-mails to all bumble bees, told them how the original bumble bee was not flapping his wings right, which previously the plant had praised him for, and called the bumble bee really bad names.
The Plant also had an employee that like to write stupid things on the web. It was the plants official stupid writing blog. The employee told all the bumble bees to go. So they did, in accordance with plant rules. Several months later the plant sued the organization headquarters of the original bumble bee for telling the other bumble bees to go. The original bumble bee's response was that of amazement because the plant who told them to leave would have the audacity to blame the bumble bee for what the plant had done itself.
The moral of the story is this:
I never learned my mama's golden rule, I had to be told to leave by Quixtar's official blog, but I did leave because they asked me too.
Oh, yeah, mama also told me not to lie, wish other mothers would have taught their children not to lie as well. Blaming others for telling people to leave when you were the one that actually told them is bearing false witness and a lie!
- Always wear clean underwear.
- Open doors for ladies.
- Say "Please" and "Thank You".
- Chew with your mouth shut! (I think she thought so highly of her cooking, she could just not bear the thought that one morsel should be lost by falling out of my mouth!)
- NEVER WEAR OUT YOUR WELCOME
For the longest time I didn't listen, I had a friend that actually liked me, for about a month, then, as if on cue I would get the old rub off, "Just GO 1John, GO!" So I would. Then I would hear the "I told you not to wear out your welcome!"
Sometimes, people would invite me over to help them, so I'd go, never knowing they were using me for their own benefit. They would say, Hey, why don't you bring pizza when you come. So I would, then they would give me a rake and while they were in eating the pizza I brought, I would be raking up their leaves. When I was done, after I had done all the work and my pizza was gone even though I got none of it (I got the little plastic pizza protector sometimes if I bought enough of the really expensive pizza), they would come to the screen door after I knocked to come in and they would say "Just GO 1John, GO!" So I did. My mom would tell me, "You shouldn't have worn out your welcome!"
I heard a story once about this bumble bee who went to his junior high Halloween party. Well later in life, this particular bumblebee found a good way to get pollen by helping a lot of other bumblebees get pollen. They really didn't care where the pollen came from, they just knew that they needed pollen to survive, and really liked the original bumble bee for bringing them to the pollen. He developed a lot of other bumble bees into those who would lead other bumble bees to the pollen. What was interesting is the particular plant that produced the pollen really like the fact that the first bumble bee brought so many pollinators, more of this later.
Eventually the first bumble bee developed a system to help other bumble bees bring other bumble bees to the pollen. It was really good for a while until the first bumble bee got into the International Bumble Bee Association. There he was informed that the pollen that was being produced by the plant had competing pollen plants that were just as good quality however they were gave their pollen up easier. So the bumble bee went to the plant and asked for pollen to be given easier. The plant said it would work on it, however it never did. Eventually the bumble bee was on vacation and ran out of pollen so he went to one of the other plant, whose Latin name was Walius Martinus, and was amazed at how easy the pollen was released.
When he came home again, he told the IBBA about it, some of the bumble bees in the IBBA thought, "You know, it would be better for the bumble bees that we have taught to come to the plant if the plant made it easier on the bumble bees."
They approached the plant, and the plant said, "NO, Why should I make it easier?" So they resigned the IBBA, met one more time, and several bumble bees after going over differing scenarios of what the plant would do, then they went over different scenarios of what their actions would be for any action the plant would do, and finally came up with a plan to FREE THE BUMBLE BEES!
They approached the plant, let the plant know they wanted out of the high work pollination of the plant and the plant stripped them of their ability to gather pollen and told them they couldn't gather pollen anywhere else for six months, and wouldn't allow them to collect the pollen that was owed them.
The plant then sent threatening e-mails to all bumble bees, told them how the original bumble bee was not flapping his wings right, which previously the plant had praised him for, and called the bumble bee really bad names.
The Plant also had an employee that like to write stupid things on the web. It was the plants official stupid writing blog. The employee told all the bumble bees to go. So they did, in accordance with plant rules. Several months later the plant sued the organization headquarters of the original bumble bee for telling the other bumble bees to go. The original bumble bee's response was that of amazement because the plant who told them to leave would have the audacity to blame the bumble bee for what the plant had done itself.
The moral of the story is this:
I never learned my mama's golden rule, I had to be told to leave by Quixtar's official blog, but I did leave because they asked me too.
Oh, yeah, mama also told me not to lie, wish other mothers would have taught their children not to lie as well. Blaming others for telling people to leave when you were the one that actually told them is bearing false witness and a lie!
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