<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640</id><updated>2011-12-15T12:37:16.893-08:00</updated><category term='marrige'/><category term='women'/><category term='dept'/><category term='summer'/><category term='relatonships'/><category term='business'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='tragic'/><category term='accountability'/><category term='son'/><category term='boutique'/><category term='gamble'/><category term='loss'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='retail'/><category term='men'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='wine'/><category term='wife'/><category term='sex drive'/><category term='Bragg Creek'/><category term='sale'/><category term='mid life crisies'/><category term='invermere'/><title type='text'>Retail and Relationships</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-1901223990551070960</id><published>2011-12-15T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T12:37:16.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me bad girl!! It has been way to long since my last blog and I have no excuses again. It has been an interesting couple of months in the retail industry and not in a good way. Online sales have doubled globally, big box stores are popping up everywhere (Target is coming) and all of this means hard times for us small retail storefronts. So between being a mom, small business owner, sitting on numerous boards and breathing, I might be looking for another job. Let's be real here. We all talk about finding a balance in our lives. Reducing stress and taking more time for ourselves. Well I hate to bust the dream bubble but I have seriously tried it and none of the above pays the electric bill or puts food on the table. I am still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trying to&lt;/span&gt; make this store work and I don't want to move on just yet. Does anyone have any advice for me? Hey Arlene (Dragons Den) can I buy you a coffee? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-1901223990551070960?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/1901223990551070960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/12/me-bad-girl-it-has-been-way-to-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/1901223990551070960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/1901223990551070960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/12/me-bad-girl-it-has-been-way-to-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-1243545202515019424</id><published>2011-10-25T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:28:39.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met a girl today named &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt;. She is 3 months old and has a very serious blood disorder. Her mom and dad came out to the store today to get away from the house and she mentioned that she was taking her time to look around and to enjoy herself. She also mentioned that she read some of my blog and laughed because I dropped the F bomb in my writing. These are the people who touch my heart. Visitors who want to step into my store because they are drawn to it. My store has a soul, as big as mine, because my store is me and a lot of other women who I know and admire. &lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zoeys&lt;/span&gt; mom.&lt;br /&gt;I admire you for the smile you have on your face when you are faced with such a serious issue.&lt;br /&gt;I admire you for being able to give a compliment in an authentic manner.&lt;br /&gt;I admire you for being a woman, wife, mother and friend.&lt;br /&gt;I admire you for the strength that you have.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on and just BE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xo&lt;br /&gt;Ang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-1243545202515019424?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/1243545202515019424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-met-girl-today-named-zoey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/1243545202515019424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/1243545202515019424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-met-girl-today-named-zoey.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-5796935167019013728</id><published>2011-09-15T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T13:09:38.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gamble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dept'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy &lt;a href="mailto:&amp;amp;@%5E$#%"&gt;&amp;amp;@^$#%&lt;/a&gt; ! It's fall and it's the largest inventory purchase of the year, as it is for most retail stores. This is the time when the stress levels rise for small business. We pray we have a good season in order to pay the bills. A bad season can hurl a small business into unwanted shark waters. This season I took a chance with my products. I have brought in a higher quality of scarves, clothing, hats and so on because I was tired of all the shit out there that is so marked up in the first place. Higher quality items means longer shelf life but it also means higher price tag. Globally, the economy is still down, locally we are doing OK. Lets roll the dice and see what happens. If I was in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas this gamble would be much more fun. I would be drunk and dancing on a speaker at the Palms night club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-5796935167019013728?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/5796935167019013728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/09/holy-its-fall-and-its-largest-inventory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/5796935167019013728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/5796935167019013728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/09/holy-its-fall-and-its-largest-inventory.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-128991895721220278</id><published>2011-08-16T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T14:20:35.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am giving out the best shopper award this week and it's only Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First place goes to 3 fun and fabulous ladies that were"shoinking" definition-shopping while drinking. lol&lt;br /&gt;Second place goes to the 40 women who were business leaders with the company lia sophia, these ladies made my week. Thanks for the great 40 minutes of powers shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last place goes to the man who walked around my store popping out his dentures, yes I just said that. Gross who does that!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's only Tuesday...stay tuned for more interesting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-128991895721220278?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/128991895721220278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-giving-out-best-shopper-award-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/128991895721220278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/128991895721220278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-am-giving-out-best-shopper-award-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-2804379536512632914</id><published>2011-07-27T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T11:16:27.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='invermere'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; summer, it's finally here. We all look so forward to this season and in my opinion it is always a disappointment weather wise. So I took my sons and we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Invermere&lt;/span&gt; BC for a week of heat, poolside relaxing, wine on the patio and boating on the lake. I had 2 girlfriends and their kids visit us and we had a blast. But now it's back to work. With summer being tourist season this is the stores busiest time and for 2 months I work my ass off along with my fantastic part-time staff. My days are long like all working moms. Start the day at 7am get the kids off to camp, work until 5pm, get home to go back into wife/mom mode until 9pm then I relax. I stare at my deck with longing wishing that mosquito's would become extinct and that the moths would die, so I decide to chill out on the couch and watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HGTV&lt;/span&gt;. Yup it's summer time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-2804379536512632914?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/2804379536512632914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/07/ahhh-summer-its-finally-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/2804379536512632914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/2804379536512632914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/07/ahhh-summer-its-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-3780020043148896912</id><published>2011-07-05T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T13:13:59.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy belated Canada Day. I had a fantastic Canada Day celebration. My community hosts a wonderful family event and my boys are at the age now where they can be on their own and only have to check in with me every hour or when they need food or cash. I volunteered this year to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bar tend&lt;/span&gt; and my one hour shift turned into 3 hours and lots of wine while I was working. Great time I must say. After the party we ventured down to my girlfriends house for more cocktails and food. She had a diverse group of guests over and I found myself sitting and chatting with an eleven, twelve and fifteen year old, all girls for the majority of the evening. Wow!! I was so impressed by these young women and very willingly engaged in what they were saying. I remember what it was like at that age when it came to social dynamics but I don't remember the pressures they have on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;them selves&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt;, boys and sex. At 42 I don't even have those pressures, I never did. I stayed true to my beliefs and did what I felt I could emotionally handle (I still follow that system). At 11 pm when dragged our tired asses out to go watch fireworks at the local field, a great way to wrap up an amazing day. What's the purpose of this blog? Nothing, just chatting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-3780020043148896912?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/3780020043148896912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-belated-canada-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/3780020043148896912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/3780020043148896912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-belated-canada-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-6984758078864068726</id><published>2011-05-24T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T13:35:25.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When a husband loses his wife he is called a widower. When a wife loses her husband she is called a widow. When children lose their parents they are called orphans. When parents lose a child there is no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;label&lt;/span&gt; because how can you label something so incredibly tragic. My friend lost her 12 year old son on Sunday night. As a mother my heart shattered for her. She and her family will never be the same. How do you wake up every morning and put one foot in front of the other. My God the pain must be so intense. Really just speechless and stunned! Bragg Creek is silent today. I'm closing shop early. Want to see my boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-6984758078864068726?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/6984758078864068726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-husband-loses-his-wife-he-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/6984758078864068726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/6984758078864068726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-husband-loses-his-wife-he-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-678660685020878680</id><published>2011-05-17T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T11:44:42.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bragg Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Tuesday rant.&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tommower&lt;/span&gt; I am hosting a Business to Business networking event on behalf of the Bragg Creek Chamber of Commerce. A fellow director and I have started a sub &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;committee&lt;/span&gt; that focuses on the small business of Bragg Creek. What I am baffled about is the lack of store front owners that are not attending. We have 40 small business owners attending and only 4 are store front owners. Do these people not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; that they are the commercial core of the Hamlet and that they are the ones that are directly impacted with all the shit that is going on. Most of these businesses are feeling the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;economic&lt;/span&gt; crunch yet are refusing help. As business owners and community members we are all responsible to help &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; succeed. That is my unimportant rant. Besides all the crap I played in my first womens soccer game last night. It has been 25 years since I played goalie...can we say shut out!!! So much fun but my ass is sore today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-678660685020878680?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/678660685020878680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-tuesday-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/678660685020878680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/678660685020878680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-tuesday-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-6536219918235794651</id><published>2011-04-06T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T12:06:46.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accountability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you enter into a relationship it is very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; to a business agreement yet with a business agreement, papers are signed, and some type of contract is produced. However, with a intimate relationship nothing is written down. I think this needs to change. I would like to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;develop&lt;/span&gt; a quick contract that I wish I would have given to my husband, then maybe I wouldn't be in this situation. 1-I will always try to be romantic 2-I will pick you up when you are down 3-I will keep my health and fitness a priority 4-I will be accountable for any of my actions that affect my relationships 5-I will assume 1/2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; for my marriage breakdown 6-I will be happy as I know I am blessed 7-I will take you out 1x at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; a month 8-I will encourage you in everything you do 9-I will forgive 10-I will love unconditionally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-6536219918235794651?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/6536219918235794651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-you-enter-into-relationship-it-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/6536219918235794651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/6536219918235794651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-you-enter-into-relationship-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-6028973347475084895</id><published>2011-03-09T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:32:16.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The second most important relationship in my life is with my husband.  This is a relationship by choice,  we pick our mates and we choose to either make the relationship work or to end it.  Completely different from the relationship we have with our children.  I recently met a woman who was venting about her teenage son and honestly said "I don't want a relationship with him anymore but I am stuck with him". Stuck?  Interesting choice of words I thought, because it is true.  The most important relationship I have is with my sons.  Everyday is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;, everyday there is drama and everyday I am in awe of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsibilities&lt;/span&gt;.   And because I am a good mother I too am "stuck" with them,  meaning I will always be there for them, love and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nurture&lt;/span&gt; them and never leave them.  I like the word stuck, rhymes with fuck, and I like that word too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-6028973347475084895?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/6028973347475084895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/03/second-most-important-relationship-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/6028973347475084895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/6028973347475084895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/03/second-most-important-relationship-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-4049693438854928821</id><published>2011-02-25T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T12:09:41.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's another beautiful day in Bragg Creek, it's extremely cold but the sun is out and the ground is white.  It's Friday afternoon and I have already had a slew of people in the store today.  3 sisters who were engaging and fun, a mother with 4 kids who were very well behaved.  My girlfriend who brought me a coffee and a gift (for helping her) and a group of tourists from England who were in snow pants because they were so cold.  One of the young ladies (mid 20's)  from England was gorgeous and I asked her if she modeled.  Her aunt responded by saying "don't you hate her, because she's so pretty"?  Isn't that a funny response?  Why would I hate someone because of how  they looked?  I would be hating a lot of women if I felt that way.  We need to accept ourselves for who we are and work with what we got.  I know the aunt was only teasing but I wish she would of said something like "isn't she beautiful, inside and out".   As women we need to support, encourage and accept one another, and we need to encourage the younger generations to do this as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-4049693438854928821?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/4049693438854928821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-another-beautiful-day-in-bragg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/4049693438854928821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/4049693438854928821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-another-beautiful-day-in-bragg.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-4042586533236501971</id><published>2011-02-02T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:48:28.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since my last blog reason being I was in one of my rant moods.  Sometimes you need to take a time out from communicating.  When I'm in that type of mood, it's best to keep to myself.  As most of my friends know I lack a filter and sometimes I need to walk away from situations.  What I find so surprising is how many people lack &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;common&lt;/span&gt; sense and that's scary.  I am constantly around people, all day everyday.  I am extremely social in my community and sit on a few boards.  I run a household of all men including my cat and by the time 9pm rolls around I have to shut down and focus on myself.  This takes effort.  So many of us are never "present" I mean really aware of our emotions, and mental state.  After 9pm it's my time and I have explained this to my family, my boys know that I need my time in order to be the mom they need me to be.  Regardless how you spend your free time, try to be present in the moment.  Be aware of how you are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;  and honour those emotions.  If more people were aware of themselves maybe they would have more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;common&lt;/span&gt; sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-4042586533236501971?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/4042586533236501971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-awhile-since-my-last-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/4042586533236501971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/4042586533236501971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-awhile-since-my-last-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-4092427910314030782</id><published>2011-01-04T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T14:15:02.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another year has past and I am always blown away with how much living can be done in a year.  2010 was a very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;challenging&lt;/span&gt; year for me on a personal level.  My professional life is strong and growing and this year excites me when it come to my little boutique in K Country.  My personal life was filled with ups and downs, however it is no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; from anyone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;esles year&lt;/span&gt;.  Everyone goes through the same shit expecially as we age.  My fathers wife has been through more medical crap that I believe should be allowed for one person and to ring in 2011 she broke her hip a few days ago.  Come on, give her a break.  So my shit might be different from yours but when it comes down to it, shit is shit.  So as it stands right now my retail life is grand and growing and the personal life is always a work in progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-4092427910314030782?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/4092427910314030782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-year-has-past-and-i-am-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/4092427910314030782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/4092427910314030782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-year-has-past-and-i-am-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-1677330222324208290</id><published>2010-11-09T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:12:24.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>Today I am frustrated.  I am frustrated with my store, my cream line, my oldest son and my husband.  As I look at the list of my frustrations I need to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prioritize&lt;/span&gt; what problem to tackle first.  What is the most important issue here.  As a women what would you pick?  My son.  I need to figure out how to parent him better.  I'm a great parent I am confident in that however I am not a great parent to him.  He's a tough kid.  Extremely bright and talented an old soul and we expect a lot from him, too much I have decided.  So I have pulled out my parenting books and today at the store I will read &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;customers&lt;/span&gt;.  Muliti tasking as always.  Now which issue should a tackle?  My husband and my relationship...ugghh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-1677330222324208290?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/1677330222324208290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/11/frustrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/1677330222324208290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/1677330222324208290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/11/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-3833543154125629941</id><published>2010-10-20T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:46:50.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seniors</title><content type='html'>During the week I have a large amount of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;senior&lt;/span&gt; visitors.  They come in and wander around the store commenting on the antiques and making references to their earlier years. 90% of them don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;purchased&lt;/span&gt; and that does not bother me at all.  I completely understand.  They are out enjoying the day, socializing with their friends and window shopping.  I will usually start a conversation with them.  Whether it is a simple &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dialogue&lt;/span&gt; about the weather or a complex conversation about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;current&lt;/span&gt; election.  This population makes me smile and laugh.  What I learn from this population is lessons on life.  Ask a senior a question and most of them will love to tell you what their opinion is.  They are always gracious, kind and polite.  The younger &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;generations&lt;/span&gt; could learn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; if they lifted their eyes up from their mobile vices and turned their ears on and REALLY listened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-3833543154125629941?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/3833543154125629941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/10/seniors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/3833543154125629941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/3833543154125629941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/10/seniors.html' title='Seniors'/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-8819982830171791082</id><published>2010-10-12T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T11:39:39.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I sat down for the Thanksgiving feast that I hosted this year,  I looked at the 14 friends sitting down laughing and talking in front of me as well as watching the 7 children running around the house playing and I allowed myself a "be there" moment.  Something I have been doing for awhile.  Just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; being in the moment and breathing.  I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; blessed to be living this life and thankful for my family and friends.  Just 1 day prior to my dinner party a dear old friend informed me that his mother had suddenly died.  Poof! her life was gone. Wow.  I am attending the funeral next Monday, haven't been to one since my mother passed away.  Yes I will say it again, over and over...I am blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-8819982830171791082?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/8819982830171791082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-i-sat-down-for-thanksgiving-feast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/8819982830171791082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/8819982830171791082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-i-sat-down-for-thanksgiving-feast.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-1924990980828148149</id><published>2010-09-20T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T11:02:37.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the store just turned 2 years old.  Where is the time going?  When I take time to reflect I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; surprised on what I have accomplished.  I am proud to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;announce&lt;/span&gt; that my cream and body line can now be found at the hot Vancouver boutique Fine Finds in Yale town.  It is amazing what you can do when you have a clear vision and concrete goals and a realistic time frame.  Being a wife and mother I have to make sure that I set realistic goals because work is second to them, but I wouldn't have been able to make it to my second year without some amazing people.  I really want to thank my  personal board of directors for helping, guiding, mentoring, and unconditionally loving me.  My family, Janet, Dana, Tammy, Katherine the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BCWG&lt;/span&gt; women, Virgina.  Cheers to all of you and thank you for your love and support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-1924990980828148149?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/1924990980828148149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-store-just-turned-2-years-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/1924990980828148149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/1924990980828148149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-store-just-turned-2-years-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-4588470597607749876</id><published>2010-08-31T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:45:12.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today my sons went back to school, and I was so happy that I almost felt guilty.  Knowing that they are safe in their classrooms and busy all day while I am a work eases my heart.  I love summer and the freedom it brings but when you are a working mom it's a different ballgame.  Trying to balance children, home life and work is extremely difficult.  Something suffers when you are a working mom and this summer it was the time I spent with them.  Because the weather sucked so bad, sales were down and I had to work most of July.  So the boys went to camps.  Week after week I sent them to our community camp which they enjoyed but I still felt bad.  So having them back at school eases my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-4588470597607749876?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/4588470597607749876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-my-sons-went-back-to-school-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/4588470597607749876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/4588470597607749876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-my-sons-went-back-to-school-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-7143068882223337752</id><published>2010-08-18T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T15:00:25.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So my husband is going back to work.  Don't get me wrong he has worked since we've been back in Canada, mainly for himself.  He is going back to work for someone or I should say some company and this is a big change for him and even a bigger change for us.  For the last 13 years we have rarely been apart and  I know this would destroy some marriages and it almost destroyed ours.  So you could say I am so excited for him and this change.  I am always promoting change.  Change is exciting and terrifying at the same time.  It's healthy and it promotes growth.   I am excited for him to feel apart of something besides this family, excited for him to have a sense of purpose again.  But I am mainly excited for the change  I hope it brings to my marriage.  Let's be honest here distance drives my hormones more than he is aware of.  Bring it on baby!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-7143068882223337752?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/7143068882223337752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-my-husband-is-going-back-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/7143068882223337752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/7143068882223337752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-my-husband-is-going-back-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-7944220995450261012</id><published>2010-08-10T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T13:56:25.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found a display piece for the store on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Craig's&lt;/span&gt; List and it was located in Lake &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bonavista&lt;/span&gt;, my old stomping ground.  I lived there for 25 years, an amazing place to grow up.  Anyway my husband and I went down to "Bobs" house and met Bob and his lovely wife and daughter and purchased the unit that Bob actually made himself.  Bob is over 80 years old, married to his lovely wife for 60 years and moving into what he called "a home for the dead"  I figured he meant a seniors home.  So I asked his wife "is it hard to move into a seniors home after all these years of living here"?  She replied "No way!  it's been 60 years of taking care of Bob, I'm tired".  "Shit, I've been married for 11, and I"m  $%$#@* &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;" I mentioned. "Well", she said "good luck with the next 40 years, it doesn't change".  Can I move into a seniors home at 41?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-7944220995450261012?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/7944220995450261012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-found-display-piece-for-store-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/7944220995450261012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/7944220995450261012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-found-display-piece-for-store-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-3857140013201201599</id><published>2010-07-24T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T11:19:17.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I just returned from a week holiday with my 2 boys and husband.  Now I use the term holiday loosely because holidays are meant to be relaxing but when you are looking after 3 males it is anything but relaxing.  Thank god for my girls weekend, that was a holiday.   This trip was not about me it was about creating memories for my sons.  One day we ventured up to Sylvan Lake for the day and while the boys were in the sport store I cruised into the women boutiques to talk to the owners.  The common theme among them were that most stores have been affected by the recession but the main culprit to their  low sales was the super center &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; moved in to Sylvan.  Now I have always despised &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, and my hate for that store grows at a rapid pace.  North America was built from the back bones of small business and when the big box stores entered the picture the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;livelihoods&lt;/span&gt; of thousands of merchants crumbled and it's happening again.  Please support your local business, they need your help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-3857140013201201599?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/3857140013201201599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-i-just-returned-from-week-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/3857140013201201599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/3857140013201201599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-i-just-returned-from-week-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-2913744201026430397</id><published>2010-07-07T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T12:23:57.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just returned back from a 4 day girls weekend, it has been 2 years since I have been away from my husband and boys and did I ever enjoy myself.  Why as women and mothers do we not take more time out for ourselves.  I will never wait 2 years to decompress again.  Every year I am going away for atleast 2 days even if I have to sleep in my car.   On the Friday as it poured rain the whole day,  I stayed in my PJ's the whole time and my glass of wine stayed full.  I sat under the awning by the pool and just relaxed.  The women who I went with were not my friends but my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;girlfriend's close crew&lt;/span&gt; and we were all there to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; her 40&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;.  Well when you stick 6 women who are connected through one, in a beautiful house together what do you get...One %$%$# fabulous time !!!  I laughed, I mean deep belly laughed for 4 days. I had great conversation with  5 amazing and completly different women.  I came home feeling fresh, renewed and hungover (in a good way).  If you haven't laughed hard you need to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-2913744201026430397?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/2913744201026430397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-returned-back-from-4-day-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/2913744201026430397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/2913744201026430397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-returned-back-from-4-day-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-5975632486843697226</id><published>2010-06-18T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:25:23.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned  that I used to work in the health club industry.  For 1o years I worked exclusively with women, I have figured out that I have formed some level of relationships with all of these women,  at least 1000 women, all ages, nationalities, races, you name her I have met her.  I was a wellness coach long before it became an actual profession and  buzz word.  Now I own a retail store and on average I meet 20 new women a day, by that  I mean I have actual conversations with them.  I am not including just the "hi there" stage women.  So get this, in the last 2 years I have met a minimum of 13,600 women.  Holy shit!  So does that mean that I am an expect in forming relationships with women?  Not at all.  The one thing I know for sure is that we women are very complex creatures.  Men are not.  They are the simple ones.  Women... well I have never met 2 women who are the same, but I can say that I would rather be a women any day.  I toast all of you for your uniqueness, beauty and I am honored that you have stepped into my boutique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-5975632486843697226?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/5975632486843697226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/06/have-i-mentioned-that-i-used-to-work-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/5975632486843697226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/5975632486843697226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/06/have-i-mentioned-that-i-used-to-work-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-1142053847992246217</id><published>2010-06-11T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:16:36.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow it has been awhile since I wrote and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt;.  This weather has really affected my motivation and I told my husband that I will never say I want to live on the west coast again.  The rain really affected my moods this time and it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; help when I have been detoxing from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sugar&lt;/span&gt;.  Trying to better yourself and embrace personal growth is hard and %$#@# &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exhausting&lt;/span&gt;.  It's interesting though to watch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;customer's&lt;/span&gt; come in the store when the weather is poor.  They are non &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;talkative&lt;/span&gt; and grumpy.  Not like today.  There has been a steady flow of people in the store today and they are chatty, happy and in the buying mood.  So does weather affect shopping behavior?  I think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-1142053847992246217?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/1142053847992246217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/06/wow-it-has-been-awhile-since-i-wrote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/1142053847992246217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/1142053847992246217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/06/wow-it-has-been-awhile-since-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-4945759211130337390</id><published>2010-05-14T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:17:33.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the things I love most about having my boutique is that it has become the spot were my girlfriends pop in not to shop but to talk, vent, discuss and visit. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; everyday someone I have a relationship with stops in for a good conversation. Sometimes there will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;customers&lt;/span&gt; in the store who will start to engage in our conversation and for the short period of time they are here, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; is created between them and myself. I have met the most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; people in the last two years and have made some amazing connections but my favorite relationship is the one with my girlfriends. Today is Friday and it is normal to find a bunch of women in the store sipping beverages and laughing. This is the best job I have ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-4945759211130337390?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/4945759211130337390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-of-things-i-love-most-about-having.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/4945759211130337390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/4945759211130337390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-of-things-i-love-most-about-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-9150645114925561236</id><published>2010-04-27T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T11:51:04.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mid life crisies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So now it's April 2010 and my husband and I have worked very hard at trying to make our relationship work and I am happy to say it's working.  He finally admitted to me that he feels lost and he doesn't know what direction to take.  He has quit his job and age wise he is close to 50 and I think it's his "mid life crises"  time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the Cole's notes about how I arrived at this point in my life.  Why I decided to open up a boutiques, developed a cream line, become a better wife and balancing work with all my relationships.  Speaking of, the relationships in my life believe it or not are a lot like the retail &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;industry&lt;/span&gt;.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-9150645114925561236?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/9150645114925561236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-now-its-april-2010-and-my-husband.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/9150645114925561236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/9150645114925561236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-now-its-april-2010-and-my-husband.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-8431655261925371092</id><published>2010-04-21T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T11:18:13.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now let's step back to January 2010 when my husband I are talking separation.  We are sitting on the couch having a drink and casually talking about how we have grown apart.  We never fight, we sometimes argue, we are always together and it has been that way for the last 13 years.  We even worked together so no wonder we were tired of each other.  As we were talking about our relationship it dawned on me or I had what I call a "AH HA moment".   We were treating each other  just like how I treat my customers.  We were polite, respectful and would make small chit chat through-out the day.  I would be so exhausted when I arrived home that I had nothing to offer my husband and because he worked from home, he would be ready to engage in conversation with me.  However n0w i am home  and the business woman hat is taken off and the mom hat goes on.   I  have 45 minutes to cook dinner, spend time with my sons and be a wife until all the nighttime duties kick in.   "Would you like me to gift wrap your dinner sir"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-8431655261925371092?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/8431655261925371092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-lets-step-back-to-january-2010-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/8431655261925371092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/8431655261925371092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/04/now-lets-step-back-to-january-2010-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-2505632658754714682</id><published>2010-04-16T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T13:22:35.741-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex drive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marriage is a funny thing.  It was created based on that most ancient societies needed a secure environment for the perpetuation of the species, a system of rules to handle the granting of property rights, and protection of bloodlines.  The institution of marriage handled these needs.  So why did mine breakdown.  In all honesty it was because when I became a mother I changed.  I went from a free spirited relaxed women to having 2 children in 2 1/2 years, suffered from  mild postpartum, moved countries, stopped my selfish life for awhile. and the clincher...lost my sex drive.  So the result;  my husband didn't like me.  So speed up 8 years and  constantly changing as my children were getting older and just changing with age I "out grew" my husband.  Does this sound familiar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-2505632658754714682?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/2505632658754714682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/04/marriage-is-funny-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/2505632658754714682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/2505632658754714682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/04/marriage-is-funny-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-7480889868670121528</id><published>2010-04-09T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T14:03:47.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marrige'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bragg Creek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boutique'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Cole's&lt;/span&gt;" version of my marriage background.&lt;br /&gt;When I first met my husband I was 27.  My mother had just passed away, I had ended a 3 year relationship was drinking a lot and moved countries.  I was in no form to get involved in another relationship.  I was a personal trainer for a health club in Bermuda and was working with individuals who had major health and self &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;esteem&lt;/span&gt; issues.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Exhausting&lt;/span&gt; to say the least. Met my husband 1 month in, moved in with him 6 months later, married when I turned 30, got pregnant at 33 moved back to Calgary, second child at 35, opened my boutique in Bragg Creek at age 39, developed a cream line at age 40 and now I am turning 41 and somewhere in the chaos my marriage has broken down.  Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-7480889868670121528?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/7480889868670121528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/04/heres-coles-version-of-my-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/7480889868670121528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/7480889868670121528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/04/heres-coles-version-of-my-marriage.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-2689059094928878041</id><published>2010-04-07T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:50:15.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started this blog solely to vent about the difficulties in my marriage in relationship to opening the store.  After wondering how much I should personally share, I came to the conclusion that because so many women are experiencing the same issues in regards to relationships that I am going to share my journey in hopes that some of you can relate or comment or even give advice.  Writing in this blog will become my form of cheap therapy.   Because lets be realistic here,  I don't have the time to physically go to therapy, so this my couch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-2689059094928878041?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/2689059094928878041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-started-this-blog-solely-to-vent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/2689059094928878041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/2689059094928878041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-started-this-blog-solely-to-vent.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3951644095131297640.post-8444314186931982064</id><published>2009-12-16T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:02:39.165-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relatonships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2008, the year I opened my boutique Angela's Attic (&lt;a href="http://www.angelasattic.ca/"&gt;www.angelasattic.ca&lt;/a&gt;) and the year my marriage went on sale.  The dictionary defines the word sale as "the state of being purchasable".  I define sale as "trying to get rid of something that is not selling or profitable". Sounds harsh and I do love my husband but our shelf life is expiring.  Something needs to change.  2010 is fast approaching and I am determined to make this marriage work.  You see we have 2 employees, two amazing young sons and we owe it to them to work our ass off and not close our doors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3951644095131297640-8444314186931982064?l=retailandrelationships.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/feeds/8444314186931982064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2009/12/2008-year-i-opened-my-boutique-angelas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/8444314186931982064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3951644095131297640/posts/default/8444314186931982064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retailandrelationships.blogspot.com/2009/12/2008-year-i-opened-my-boutique-angelas.html' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13203730938811060665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fA7oOhmt1A/TaiQTwRpnWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tnhHjNSPh0U/s220/IMG000019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
