<?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-25714964</id><updated>2012-01-11T13:08:03.383-07:00</updated><category term='DELL'/><category term='business lessons'/><category term='ethics'/><category term='education'/><category term='DELL adapter cord problem'/><category term='Faulty DELL adapter'/><category term='trust'/><category term='lessons'/><category term='playing at business'/><category term='permission'/><category term='lottery'/><category term='business principles'/><category term='small business'/><category term='rituals'/><category term='nature'/><category term='advertising'/><category term='time off'/><category term='DELL adapter'/><category term='A new earth'/><category term='accomplishment'/><category term='green'/><category term='New Business model'/><category term='travel'/><category term='water'/><category term='integrity in marketing'/><category term='consumer complaint'/><category term='business coaching'/><category term='humility'/><category term='roaring women'/><category term='personal growth'/><category term='Don&apos;t buy DELL'/><category term='american express'/><category term='saving energy'/><category term='limiting beliefs'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='advertising standards council'/><category term='lessons learned'/><category term='business sense'/><category term='balance'/><category term='eckart tolle'/><category term='thinking'/><category term='greatness'/><category term='DELL computer'/><category term='DELL laptop adapter cord'/><category term='Vancouver olympics'/><category term='motorcycle'/><category term='business'/><category term='water usage'/><category term='recession'/><category term='business spending'/><category term='conservation'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='bubble gum'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='customer service'/><category term='success'/><category term='bloggin ethics'/><category term='energetic business principles'/><category term='scarecity'/><category term='mandie crawford'/><category term='spiritual principles for business'/><category term='business growth'/><category term='black friday'/><category term='financial growth'/><category term='laughter'/><category term='roaringwomen. mandie crawford'/><category term='ease of business'/><category term='Olympic Games'/><category term='winning'/><category term='coaching'/><category term='hike'/><category term='self esteem'/><category term='merchant services'/><category term='marketing'/><category term='abundance'/><category term='morphic fiedl'/><category term='jv partner'/><category term='joint venture'/><category term='2010 Olympics'/><category term='business systems'/><category term='letter to the universe'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Hear me roar</title><subtitle type='html'>Your business is all about WHO YOU ARE and what you stand for! Hear me roar is simply that - who I am and what I stand for.  I focus on business integrity, marketing and personal growth and throw in some humour and 'aha moments'!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-1866220713392329101</id><published>2012-01-11T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:08:03.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A much needed reminder...</title><summary type='text'>Today I received and important phone call and an equally important email connecting me back to my past.  Both came from women with whom I had significant relationships not so long ago.  Last year however - like it has been for many others - was a devastating year for me.

Gladly - I have left 2011 and jumped eagerly into new opportunities in 2012.  Oh what a difference a day can make in terms of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1866220713392329101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=1866220713392329101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/1866220713392329101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/1866220713392329101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2012/01/much-needed-reminder.html' title='A much needed reminder...'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n93lye0nFEE/Tw3rKFiqMcI/AAAAAAAAAJA/N_8cQnk3IYc/s72-c/four+figures+putting+together+puzzle+pieces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-7334199374553364128</id><published>2012-01-07T10:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T10:53:59.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Lessons from my brown furry business partner</title><summary type='text'>It seems that 90% of all things good that I have learned in the last three years about balance in my business - I learned from my dog.

Time off - the need for encouragement and non-judgmental acceptance are only a few of the lessons Finnegan has taught me.

I realized it this week - when at 6 am I was up and working on some things to get caught up.  He walked up to me and with a sleepy look in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7334199374553364128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=7334199374553364128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/7334199374553364128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/7334199374553364128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2012/01/lessons-from-my-brown-furry-business.html' title='Lessons from my brown furry business partner'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fyYcYaN51z4/TwiC7PBKb7I/AAAAAAAAAIg/C6U7UFjholo/s72-c/IMG_0599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-6607772191684103302</id><published>2011-11-28T11:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:06:56.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='integrity in marketing'/><title type='text'>HAHA - what were you selling again?</title><summary type='text'>Every once in a while I sit back and take a critical look at other businesses' marketing efforts - just to see what works for me - and what methods quite frankly seem ludicrous and ineffective.  And I wonder - WHO are these people paying to do their marketing?

I would cite a case in point - but there are too many to mention.  All I know is that when I watch a commercial,  before it is completed </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com/marketing_services' title='HAHA - what were you selling again?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6607772191684103302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=6607772191684103302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/6607772191684103302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/6607772191684103302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2011/11/haha-what-were-you-sellling-again.html' title='HAHA - what were you selling again?'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m8SbdiGbfK4/TtPYpURIpQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mSNT4Q_lRYc/s72-c/laughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-6662195537551253086</id><published>2011-10-28T16:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T16:47:21.622-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accomplishment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self esteem'/><title type='text'>White knights - the disempowering fairy tale.</title><summary type='text'>I can't tell you how I have longed over the years to learn how to feel better about who I am.  And I have always wanted someone to rescue me - from myself and my self loathing and self criticism. (and other self destructive behaviours)

I have taken many courses in my quest to find my holy grail.  (self esteem) I have achieved many great things.  But at the end of the day - it has never been </summary><link rel='related' href='http://canadassuccesscoach.com' title='White knights - the disempowering fairy tale.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6662195537551253086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=6662195537551253086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/6662195537551253086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/6662195537551253086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-found-it-i-had-it-in-me-all-along.html' title='White knights - the disempowering fairy tale.'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcLWutxORfo/TqstYSfcTtI/AAAAAAAAAHo/oO2p8g0QLtw/s72-c/white-knight.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-2873891026548568362</id><published>2011-09-22T11:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T10:52:03.977-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energetic business principles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joint venture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jv partner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abundance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business coaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter to the universe'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate JV Partner</title><summary type='text'>Joint Ventures.  Partnering with like minded people and people you trust to cross promote products is a fantastic way to build relationships and business at the same time - all the while offering great value to customers.
I have not always partnered with others to promote products and services - simply because I like to try out their products or services before I pass them along to people I know.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.canadassuccesscoach.com' title='The Ultimate JV Partner'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2873891026548568362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=2873891026548568362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/2873891026548568362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/2873891026548568362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2011/09/ultimate-jv-partner.html' title='The Ultimate JV Partner'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xbEkRUdfP0E/TntoqYM_4bI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-PXPB3NhkWU/s72-c/universe.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-2425661530962223415</id><published>2011-09-12T09:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:02:45.762-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mandie crawford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roaring women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business principles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eckart tolle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customer service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abundance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A new earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='integrity in marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>The awakening of a new 'business' world.</title><summary type='text'>I was recently re-reading Ekhart Tolle's book, "A New Earth" and was prompted to think about the changing of human consciousness. - as it related to business.


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Tolle speaks of the ego and greed and the madness that is humanity - and how the world is awakening to a more enlightened state.  I think of how this has affected business.

One of the key </summary><link rel='related' href='http://canadassuccesscoach.com' title='The awakening of a new &apos;business&apos; world.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2425661530962223415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=2425661530962223415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/2425661530962223415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/2425661530962223415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2011/09/awakening-of-new-business-world.html' title='The awakening of a new &apos;business&apos; world.'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t4x7_zBIKxc/Tm4rOLPFEbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-bBWSarZ1ms/s72-c/15_19_1_prev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-8535574633595674631</id><published>2011-09-08T19:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:07:42.994-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='permission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roaringwomen. mandie crawford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balance'/><title type='text'>Permissions - are you a super-user?</title><summary type='text'>I have spent the last 2 years building web sites that allowed more than one person to edit it - when it was finally posted.  In the web world - it is often called 'permissions' or users.  For someone to be able to access all the levels of editing - they are often called a super user - and they have unlimited permission to edit pages within the site.
And so I talk about 'permissions' and 'allowing</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com/mandie' title='Permissions - are you a super-user?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8535574633595674631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=8535574633595674631' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/8535574633595674631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/8535574633595674631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2011/09/permissions-are-you-super-user.html' title='Permissions - are you a super-user?'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MTUhuVDTLew/Tmlmc40tAyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/KbXsadagrfA/s72-c/permission_color.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-6311821293330589839</id><published>2011-08-25T10:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T10:34:57.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage - a new perspective</title><summary type='text'>Courage doesn't always ROAR.  Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day that says "I will try again tomorrow". - Mary Anne Radmacher

I love that quote.  Someone recently sent it to me when I was having 'one of those days'.  You know the kind.  The kind of day when you just want to pack it all in and walk away.

It takes courage to run a business.  And not everyone can 'keep the </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.canadassuccesscoach.com' title='Courage - a new perspective'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6311821293330589839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=6311821293330589839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/6311821293330589839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/6311821293330589839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2011/08/courage-new-perspective.html' title='Courage - a new perspective'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aiLry9ecTew/TlZ5Ti46ZOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1FNbofsYcxQ/s72-c/LionMirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-5460736749214902523</id><published>2011-06-30T09:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T09:40:02.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather be a whale!</title><summary type='text'>As much  as I love the colour pink, (oh yes all who know me know I love pink), I  have decided I would never want to be a salmon - pink or otherwise!  In  fact I would rather be a whale!  ( I can just hear Simon and Garfunkel  singing - "Not a salmon but a whale")
Let  me explain.  I have spent my entire life acting like a salmon.   Swimming upstream.  Working myself to death - just like salmon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5460736749214902523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=5460736749214902523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/5460736749214902523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/5460736749214902523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2011/06/id-rather-be-whale.html' title='I&apos;d rather be a whale!'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNHgL5Ae2TM/TgyYgjapqxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UuglIK_4XhU/s72-c/whale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-422702178984817631</id><published>2011-01-14T15:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T15:17:26.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roaringwomen. mandie crawford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roaring women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business principles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business coaching'/><title type='text'>Ready, set..... stuck?</title><summary type='text'>There I stood - not budging.  I pushed harder and harder.   Leaning forward on a 20 degree slope downhill, two boards strapped to my boots and the most awesome powdery conditions - and I was stuck.  
Other skiers breezed by me, screaming "yahooooo" - and rejoicing in the abundance of powder below and the huge flakes falling from above.  But I just stood still.
I lifted my one foot then the other </summary><link rel='related' href='http://roaringwomen.shuttlepod.org' title='Ready, set..... stuck?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/422702178984817631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=422702178984817631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/422702178984817631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/422702178984817631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2011/01/ready-set-stuck.html' title='Ready, set..... stuck?'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/TTDJJEGz6fI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Lphy3aQs9gM/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-01-14+at+3.06.11+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-3442970922728357608</id><published>2010-10-02T08:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T09:06:08.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A roaring woman - coming clean...</title><summary type='text'>Ok so as I near fifty - maybe the time has arrived to come clean.  I always thought I said it like it was - but there were some things I just did not dare talk about - for fear of unleashing the tiger - or shall I say lioness within.
Until yesterday - I always believed in the kinder gentler way.  In fact in a recent conversation with my husband I remarked that perhaps he did not know me well - </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.canadassuccesscoach.com' title='A roaring woman - coming clean...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3442970922728357608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=3442970922728357608' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/3442970922728357608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/3442970922728357608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2010/10/roaring-woman-coming-clean.html' title='A roaring woman - coming clean...'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/TKdJ8m-xzHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hK24Tg3tTYs/s72-c/winning-woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-1734578744600556237</id><published>2010-09-23T20:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T10:56:26.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limiting beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lottery'/><title type='text'>The lottery of limiting beliefs</title><summary type='text'>The scene was of a woman woman waking up to a brilliant sunshine.  She rolls out of bed and wanders up a set of stairs with a brass hand rail - and steps out onto the deck of a beautiful sailboat.   You know how the scene plays out after that.  And of course the commercial is a promotion for a lottery. She was living her dream after winning a lottery!
At first I was intrigued at the scene - </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.canadassuccesscoach.com' title='The lottery of limiting beliefs'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1734578744600556237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=1734578744600556237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/1734578744600556237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/1734578744600556237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2010/09/lottery-of-limiting-beliefs.html' title='The lottery of limiting beliefs'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/TJwLFt2F6aI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3DVuj2bn27A/s72-c/lottery-ticket.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-1962610491770432218</id><published>2010-08-25T11:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:28:05.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we really change the 'mood' of mother earth and her children?</title><summary type='text'>With great curiosity I have watched what I call the ‘global mood’ over the last year – wondering at the feelings and moods of one person and the effect it has on the world at large.  We have all heard the saying  “when momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy!”  But it is interesting how this can be a principle that is far more powerful than we realize.
Sure, I could use this moment (and am tempted </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.canadassuccesscoach.com' title='Can we really change the &apos;mood&apos; of mother earth and her children?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1962610491770432218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=1962610491770432218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/1962610491770432218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/1962610491770432218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-mamma-aint-happy-will-whole-world.html' title='Can we really change the &apos;mood&apos; of mother earth and her children?'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-7418517810150538685</id><published>2010-08-12T17:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:55:10.602-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='energetic business principles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual principles for business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ease of business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morphic fiedl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business coaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business sense'/><title type='text'>Where will we all be - five years from now?</title><summary type='text'>I remember a mentor once telling me to look around at the people I was spending time with – because that is where I would be in five years time. 
I often wondered at the logic behind this.  I mean – I have never wanted to be a ‘snob’  - and I believe that everyone has value – so why would I stay away from one person because they did not make a lot of money, or they were not ‘brainiacs’!But there </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.canadassuccesscoach.com' title='Where will we all be - five years from now?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7418517810150538685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=7418517810150538685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/7418517810150538685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/7418517810150538685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2010/08/where-will-we-all-be-five-years-from.html' title='Where will we all be - five years from now?'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/TGSHawkjx1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/jR1d6kACge8/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-4272954421485718992</id><published>2010-06-26T12:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T12:46:38.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The connecting tree</title><summary type='text'>Before the great rains ( if you live in Alberta right now you know what I mean) I was out with my husband and the dog walking on some trails at the base of China Man's Peak.  We came upon several trees what had the bark rubbed clean and with bits if hair and fur on the bark surrounding the areas rubbed clean.  (My first thought was OH NO! BEAR!)
Surprisingly after we returned home I found an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4272954421485718992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=4272954421485718992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/4272954421485718992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/4272954421485718992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2010/06/connecting-tree.html' title='The connecting tree'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-4784680452716204338</id><published>2010-05-31T17:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:16:19.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The door bell rings - and there goes Fido!</title><summary type='text'>Over the winter I got several good laughs when a certain commercial came on the television where the doorbell rang.  My chocolate lab - then bout 15 months old jumped up and ran to the the door ready to greet whoever was there!  (there was no one of course)
The fun part about this was that we never have anyone come to our door - and to be truthful - I am not even sure that the doorbell works.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4784680452716204338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=4784680452716204338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/4784680452716204338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/4784680452716204338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2010/05/door-bell-rings-and-there-goes-fido.html' title='The door bell rings - and there goes Fido!'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/TARCU4yZ7PI/AAAAAAAAAFk/iSBPMvl3Aso/s72-c/dog-door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-4461555251194413027</id><published>2010-05-10T13:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:21:48.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Going where only the brave dare to go.. an “Avatar”  moment.</title><summary type='text'>Not many people are brave enough to face the truth about things – or to tell the full truth for that matter.   Our legislated political correctness – which really just replaces the common decency and respect we used to have for each other,  has only encouraged us to avoid the truth of many things. But the world is changing.
I was pleasantly surprised today by a lady who understood the value of </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roarboards.com' title='Going where only the brave dare to go.. an “Avatar”  moment.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4461555251194413027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=4461555251194413027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/4461555251194413027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/4461555251194413027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2010/05/going-where-only-brave-dare-to-go.html' title='Going where only the brave dare to go.. an “Avatar”  moment.'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S-hbPfMfyUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/osZ_uYGHNRQ/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-257150469470290135</id><published>2010-04-23T10:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T10:32:38.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My new career as a painter....</title><summary type='text'>When I die – bury me with this paint brush.”   OK – go ahead and laugh but the Egyptians were buried with their treasured objects! ( I know,  many of you thought I might want to be buried with my computer)
When there is a job to do – there is nothing better than having the right tools to do the job – and for that matter – the best tools to do the job.  This past month we were spending all of our </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com/business_inspiration.html' title='My new career as a painter....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/257150469470290135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=257150469470290135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/257150469470290135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/257150469470290135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-new-career-as-painter.html' title='My new career as a painter....'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S9HLdc0mRWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/oF2Jpha7dC4/s72-c/paint-brush-storage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-3082405687528244841</id><published>2010-04-07T12:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:19:47.870-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greatness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='financial growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humility'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><title type='text'>Raising my arms in "Rocky - like" fashion!</title><summary type='text'>Being in business is the best self development tool one could ever ask for.  I cannot tell you how much fun ( and some days not so fun) that personal growth has been for me.  And to think we can get paid for it!  
When I think about personal growth I am often reminded of the old Wide World of Sports commercial that featured skiers that t showed the joy of success – and the AGONY of defeat!  For </summary><link rel='related' href='http://canadassuccesscoach.com' title='Raising my arms in &quot;Rocky - like&quot; fashion!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3082405687528244841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=3082405687528244841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/3082405687528244841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/3082405687528244841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2010/04/raising-my-arms-in-rocky-like-fashion.html' title='Raising my arms in &quot;Rocky - like&quot; fashion!'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zMCPo0j8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/mG5vnJgGdI8/s72-c/2008_01_17_pb-kids-growth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-6601300304039101784</id><published>2010-03-04T15:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:01:15.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An adventure in bread making</title><summary type='text'>Ah – another “be in the moment” lesson teaching me to live in the here and now!  
As many of you know, last fall I was notified that I was nominated and had won Calgary Business Woman of the Year 2010.  As surprised as I was – I also refused to acknowledge the significance and wanted to ignore or bury the excitement I felt about it.
(Yes, I avoid feelings like the plague.  I would rather think </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.browchure.com/brochure/code/N4SHA6XAN_33k7Xs7J6KzXCZ97QvJ4' title='An adventure in bread making'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6601300304039101784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=6601300304039101784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/6601300304039101784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/6601300304039101784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2010/03/adventure-in-bread-making.html' title='An adventure in bread making'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S5A7B4MC8PI/AAAAAAAAAEY/zTtKNrPKouM/s72-c/calgarybiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-6365019539147716599</id><published>2010-02-13T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:51:49.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ground hog Day - a lesson finally learned</title><summary type='text'>Groundhog day – the movie I mean – recently taught me something.  Amusing as it may seem to some – it took me over 20 years to learn the lesson that the movie was trying to get across.  I realize now what the movie was about – and I am wondering if perhaps I had ‘got it’ earlier – I might have had an easier life!
For those of you who never saw the movie – Bill Murray wakes up day after day with </summary><link rel='related' href='http://canadassuccesscoach.com' title='Ground hog Day - a lesson finally learned'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6365019539147716599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=6365019539147716599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/6365019539147716599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/6365019539147716599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2010/02/ground-hog-day-lesson-finally-learned.html' title='Ground hog Day - a lesson finally learned'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S3bmIQkpEII/AAAAAAAAAEI/zkiEAdUq4fg/s72-c/airport-security-line.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-7621929797109309580</id><published>2010-01-26T14:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:37:09.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The four magic words of business</title><summary type='text'>
Really - Four Magic Words.

When I was small, I clearly remember my parents asking me for the ‘magic word’.  I am sure as I raised my children that I too asked them for the magic word when they asked me for something.  And the word was magic – because you knew if Mom asked you for the magic word, her answer to your question was likely yes.  So 'please' became a natural part of our vocabulary.

</summary><link rel='related' href='http://canadassuccesscoach.com' title='The four magic words of business'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7621929797109309580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=7621929797109309580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/7621929797109309580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/7621929797109309580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2010/01/four-magic-words-of-business.html' title='The four magic words of business'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S1_e_7vjkII/AAAAAAAAAEA/4AHzujTvm-s/s72-c/magicHat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-1521171768383491686</id><published>2010-01-11T20:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:21:27.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mandie crawford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='merchant services'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business systems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ease of business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business coaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american express'/><title type='text'>Easy... easy like Sunday morning...</title><summary type='text'>
I may be giving away my age - but the song "Easy like Sunday morning" by Lionel has been playing over and over in my head when I think of the last phone call I had with a supplier.  But first let me begin with....

I am not always easy!  Although I try to be fairly mellow about most things - I know that I am a tough customer. I do my very best to be polite but I expect to be treated with respect</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com/coaching_services.php' title='Easy... easy like Sunday morning...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1521171768383491686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=1521171768383491686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/1521171768383491686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/1521171768383491686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2010/01/easy-easy-like-sunday-morning.html' title='Easy... easy like Sunday morning...'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S0vpRc60cxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2E-wPqEaX4M/s72-c/630_Steaming_coffee_cup.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-681676724011172969</id><published>2010-01-04T17:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:59:30.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating Massive change - all by my little lonesome self!</title><summary type='text'>At some point over the last several months, massive change occurred in my life.  I cannot tell you what day or what time it was that this happened. 


In fact, I can honestly say that at no time did I come to the huge realization that I wanted to make things different in my life.  There was no tear jerking movie, no speaker with a killer keynote and no tragedy that sparked the realization and </summary><link rel='related' href='http://tinyurl.com/weetinybusiness' title='Creating Massive change - all by my little lonesome self!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/681676724011172969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=681676724011172969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/681676724011172969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/681676724011172969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2010/01/creating-massive-change-all-by-my.html' title='Creating Massive change - all by my little lonesome self!'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S0KO3t1AbfI/AAAAAAAAADw/FiJJXSRFCV0/s72-c/320626%7EChimpanzee-Covering-His-Eyes-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-5433914948439682041</id><published>2009-12-28T21:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:00:51.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Business model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vancouver olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business principles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 Olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympic Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>A different kind of “Games”.</title><summary type='text'>I recently watched a documentary on the Vancouver 2010 Olympics and the construction that has taken place in and around Vancouver. 


As opposed as I am to spending billions of dollars on pomp and ceremony at the cost of cutting funding to seniors residences and other social programs, (and yes, this has indeed happened) I was pleased to see some of the positive results that have taken place in </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com' title='A different kind of “Games”.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5433914948439682041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=5433914948439682041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/5433914948439682041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/5433914948439682041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/12/different-kind-of-games.html' title='A different kind of “Games”.'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/SzmG7wm0mvI/AAAAAAAAADg/PNz6u24ADyM/s72-c/2010winterolympics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-9095416959366866649</id><published>2009-12-21T19:35:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:09:15.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The gift of time - for me!</title><summary type='text'>
 
One of the greatest gifts that I have received lately was that of recognizingthe value of time.Oh yeah sure, I get a lot done.  In fact I am one of those chronic ‘schedule too much’ people who makes a list three pages long and then when I look at it become overwhelmed with all that I have to do and the sets out feverishly to get it all done – only to start again tomorrow. When I said I had </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.wheneverysecondcounts.com' title='The gift of time - for me!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/9095416959366866649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=9095416959366866649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/9095416959366866649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/9095416959366866649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/12/gift-of-time-for-me.html' title='The gift of time - for me!'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/SzAz3iYX9PI/AAAAAAAAADY/T2AHfiTful8/s72-c/clocktower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-4293314282139267624</id><published>2009-11-29T06:19:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:05:36.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He created a living out of two little numbers!</title><summary type='text'>He built a business out of zero's and one's?  (Hint, hint - the binary system added to a bunch of electronics.)  And he loved every minute of it!

Do what you love and you will never work a day in your life. We hear it everywhere! But every day I hear people mock that saying, or if not mock it, they simply find a dozen excuses about why is absolutely impossible.


It's almost like they enjoy </summary><link rel='related' href='http://canadassuccesscoach.com' title='He created a living out of two little numbers!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4293314282139267624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=4293314282139267624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/4293314282139267624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/4293314282139267624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-created-living-out-of-ones-and-twos.html' title='He created a living out of two little numbers!'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/SxJzhaqJriI/AAAAAAAAADI/b7MqiOg2KoY/s72-c/fail_or_succeed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-3270867474339100371</id><published>2009-11-23T21:23:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:39:59.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things my dog taught me…</title><summary type='text'>Everyday I  see events happening that make me think about the metaphors that teach us life lessons a little more easily than if we experience them ourselves.

Take for instance my dog – who often teaches me new tricks.  Like how to dig up my peonies if they are not thriving where I planted them two years ago.  Or how to leave food in a bowl all day long but snack on everything from underwear to </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.canadassuccesscoach.com' title='Things my dog taught me…'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3270867474339100371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=3270867474339100371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/3270867474339100371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/3270867474339100371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-my-dog-taught-me.html' title='Things my dog taught me…'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/Swtg5al0GkI/AAAAAAAAAC4/V3aXty_BqpM/s72-c/IMG_0087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-3091772014283276036</id><published>2009-11-17T11:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:38:59.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Climbs Everest Alone - And Lives To Tell About It</title><summary type='text'>
That's right.  Oh I am sure there are a few stories of some body who did not need any body - and who set out to scale the toughest mountain ever to climb - alone.  But if you can give me an example of anyone who did so without the help of anyone at all - I will award them the 'super-hero' award - along with all the others who were awarded posthumously for dying to do something alone.


That's </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.canadassuccesscoach.com' title='No One Climbs Everest Alone - And Lives To Tell About It'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3091772014283276036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=3091772014283276036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/3091772014283276036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/3091772014283276036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-one-climbs-everest-alone-and-lives.html' title='No One Climbs Everest Alone - And Lives To Tell About It'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/SwLsj5y2SmI/AAAAAAAAACw/pnqYXP0XTxA/s72-c/mountain-climbers-alaska_2723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-4838701556741937172</id><published>2009-11-10T09:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:22:49.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock, knock.  Hellooooo!  Is anybody home?</title><summary type='text'>We all live very busy lives - and most of us agree - it is often too busy!  And so it is very common to call someone at home or work and get an answering machine. 

...." Press 1 .... Press 2...to access the company directory, Press 3...to leave a number you can be reached at ..enter it now.."  

In fact in this high tech world - we even have our emails send direct messages letting others know we</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.canadassuccesscoach.com' title='Knock, knock.  Hellooooo!  Is anybody home?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4838701556741937172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=4838701556741937172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/4838701556741937172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/4838701556741937172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/11/knock-knock-hellooooo-is-anybody-home.html' title='Knock, knock.  Hellooooo!  Is anybody home?'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/SvmSmDRM5BI/AAAAAAAAACo/AgNn_SkKF2Y/s72-c/headinclouds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-5201134480469270241</id><published>2009-11-05T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:00:03.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude - the only choice</title><summary type='text'>
Just recently I began keeping a gratitude journal.  Until them I never realized how important a role gratitude played in our well being.


It's funny, when we focus on what we do have - and not what is missing - our entire outlook changes.


For example, I began to focus on how great a mood my husband was in and how kind he had been lately.  It had been a long time since I had seen him smile so </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.canadassuccesscoach.com' title='Gratitude - the only choice'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5201134480469270241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=5201134480469270241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/5201134480469270241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/5201134480469270241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/11/gratitude-only-choice.html' title='Gratitude - the only choice'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/SvLoVwVuxHI/AAAAAAAAACg/hKPw_1FIG20/s72-c/iStock_000003007860XSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-2868655223666214064</id><published>2009-10-22T17:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:25:16.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever looked in the mirror and said.....</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever just looked into the mirror and spoken to yourself?  Oh yeah - we all do it at one time or another.  It doesn't mean we are "nuts", (ok, maybe just a little) it just shows though, that we are constantly communicating with ourselves. (Some more often than others!)

Some of us may sing or dance - but often we use the mirror to find the little imperfections.

We go looking for a stray </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com/mandie' title='Have you ever looked in the mirror and said.....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2868655223666214064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=2868655223666214064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/2868655223666214064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/2868655223666214064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-you-ever-looked-in-mirror-and-said.html' title='Have you ever looked in the mirror and said.....'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/SuDwKZChV2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/ICTJ5aJ9Cpc/s72-c/selfhug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-5040920404936420505</id><published>2009-10-07T09:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:21:29.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the future!</title><summary type='text'>
When I was a child I was shocked to hear my teachers explain that we only used 10% of our brains for cognitive thought. Where would we store any more information if we filled it up? Then, several years ago I learned that information that used to take years to change is now becoming obsolete in less than 3 months - and that is a conservative estimate. Many experts are now saying information of </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com/mandie' title='Welcome to the future!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5040920404936420505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=5040920404936420505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/5040920404936420505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/5040920404936420505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-to-future.html' title='Welcome to the future!'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-4794573646642418789</id><published>2009-09-30T08:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:33:47.780-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business spending'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scarecity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playing at business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small business'/><title type='text'>I am so tired of make believe business owners</title><summary type='text'>Maybe it's middle age - but I seem to be doing a lot of ranting lately. 

But the amount of 'junk' I hear daily from business owners has me wanting to stir the pot a little - maybe just be honest about how I feel about it.

I mean really - can't anyone be honest any more?

"$200.00 to attend the weekend event?  Oohhh I can't afford that".  "$45.00 for a meal and a speaker - ohhhh - that's too </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.rebuildingthedreamevent.com' title='I am so tired of make believe business owners'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4794573646642418789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=4794573646642418789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/4794573646642418789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/4794573646642418789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-so-tired-of-make-believe-business.html' title='I am so tired of make believe business owners'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/SsN1HcMq09I/AAAAAAAAACA/Mfr0yWab0Nk/s72-c/Playing_Dress_Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-448567664353220592</id><published>2009-09-17T19:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T19:40:12.952-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abundance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business spending'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scarecity'/><title type='text'>Nickle and diming ourselves to death - Shrinking thinking!</title><summary type='text'>When I was a little girl, I remember my Dad using the expression "nickle and diming ourselves to death". The Beatles were becoming popular, Twiggy was in vogue,  my allowance was ten cents a week and I still had a pixie cut!

Over the years I heard that expression may times when my mother and father were shopping, or talking about finances.  My understanding was that pinching pennies could put </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.rebuildingthedreamevent.com/home/success-gala/' title='Nickle and diming ourselves to death - Shrinking thinking!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/448567664353220592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=448567664353220592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/448567664353220592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/448567664353220592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/09/nickle-and-diming-ourselves-to-death.html' title='Nickle and diming ourselves to death - Shrinking thinking!'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/SrLh6ZaKmVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZgzTCjD87Xg/s72-c/449774_canadian_pennies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-2322482748970720118</id><published>2009-09-04T12:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:12:44.068-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conservation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water usage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saving energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='integrity in marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>HYPE without substance - how I hate it!</title><summary type='text'>OK, time for a bit of a rant and a lesson for all of us...

As many of you know - my hubby has been managing a campground this summer, while I play catch up with Roaring Women. I have been blessed with gorgeous mountains and fresh air. But I got a bit cranked earlier in the week.

We have always prided ourselves in being 'green' - or as green as we can. We are careful of our water, electricity </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com' title='HYPE without substance - how I hate it!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2322482748970720118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=2322482748970720118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/2322482748970720118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/2322482748970720118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/09/hype-without-substance-how-i-hate-it.html' title='HYPE without substance - how I hate it!'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-2338545883445229065</id><published>2009-08-07T08:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:11:39.932-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business principles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>A lesson from nature..</title><summary type='text'>
&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I have always thought the desert to be a beautiful place. Recently my husband returned from a trip to Tucson Arizona, bringing  some beautiful pictures with him. Several of his pictures featured Saguaro Cactus, the cactus that bears the state flower of Arizona.

This cactus grows about an inch a year from what seems to be infertile soil. That means it takes 50 years to grow is just</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com' title='A lesson from nature..'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2338545883445229065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=2338545883445229065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/2338545883445229065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/2338545883445229065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/08/lesson-from-nature.html' title='A lesson from nature..'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/SnxDwngqD2I/AAAAAAAAABw/ThJwd9EvlaI/s72-c/300px-Saguaro_cactus_in_Arizona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-3334997020492148309</id><published>2009-07-06T12:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:51:42.617-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business principles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motorcycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Business Lessons From My Motorcycle</title><summary type='text'>
People say I tell lots of stories.  I do this because, for me – a lesson is better remembered (and sometimes learned) if there is a story or anecdote attached to it.

This brings me to a couple of motorcycle stories that upon reflection taught me some valuable lessons about my  business.  

Let me begin by saying that I have been terrified of dropping my motorcycle.  At a whopping 857 pounds, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3334997020492148309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=3334997020492148309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/3334997020492148309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/3334997020492148309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/07/business-lessons-from-my-motorcycle.html' title='Business Lessons From My Motorcycle'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/SlJHVgCqX9I/AAAAAAAAABg/FgU-PGvUP5Y/s72-c/Venture_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-5109792190077126631</id><published>2009-06-05T22:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:15:33.103-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DELL adapter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DELL computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customer service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consumer complaint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Do Blogs work?  Update on DELL</title><summary type='text'>I have always wondered - do BLOGs really work.  I mean how many of us have time to read everyone elses opinions or rants?

Secondly, how many companies really pay any attention to one person's blogplaint?  Well here is an update.

After posting the blog last Monday about the problems with the DELL return policy or shall I call it their inability to admit that there may be a problem with a product</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com/mandie' title='Do Blogs work?  Update on DELL'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5109792190077126631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=5109792190077126631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/5109792190077126631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/5109792190077126631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-blogs-work-update-on-dell.html' title='Do Blogs work?  Update on DELL'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-784809687770656200</id><published>2009-06-01T11:22:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:24:09.646-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DELL adapter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DELL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DELL laptop adapter cord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faulty DELL adapter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mandie crawford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t buy DELL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DELL adapter cord problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customer service'/><title type='text'>Customer service - polite - but to no avail.  I will never buy a DELL again</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I admit it.  I was seduced by the advertising.  Despite warnings not to buy a Dell computer, I decided to purchase one 3 years ago.

Now let me begin by saying, I love technology, and feel almost as attached to my laptop as I do to my puppy.  Unfortunately computers do not have the longevity of a dog.   ( I think one computer year is equal to 7 dog years)

I have owned several Toshiba </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com/mandie' title='Customer service - polite - but to no avail.  I will never buy a DELL again'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/784809687770656200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=784809687770656200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/784809687770656200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/784809687770656200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/06/customer-service-polite-but-to-no-avail.html' title='Customer service - polite - but to no avail.  I will never buy a DELL again'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-2210986764198642627</id><published>2009-05-23T12:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:25:22.014-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mandie crawford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roaring women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small business'/><title type='text'>Why will some small businesses not survive the recession?</title><summary type='text'>Ok – so I admit it. There appears to be a recession. Yes, the media has mentioned it a few times. Yes, it seems to be a little too quiet around the office. And yes, I have seen the going out of business signs being posted on what seems like every corner. Most of them are smaller businesses.

So, why will some small businesses not survive the recession?

I recently did some research on how to </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com/join' title='Why will some small businesses not survive the recession?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2210986764198642627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=2210986764198642627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/2210986764198642627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/2210986764198642627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-will-some-small-businesses-not.html' title='Why will some small businesses not survive the recession?'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-7444981797919340225</id><published>2009-05-14T19:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:10:42.897-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business principles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>He knows the founding principles behind a great business</title><summary type='text'>This past week we several adventures while on a trip to Winnipeg.   (Note to self: Not all adventures are fun at the time - but always funny later!)

We left on Sunday morning with the Coaching Coach and headed to Winnipeg to deliver a Small Business Seminar for Grand and Toy.

After driving several hours we approached a small town in Saskatchewan (Assiniboia) that had a camping symbol by the </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com' title='He knows the founding principles behind a great business'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7444981797919340225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=7444981797919340225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/7444981797919340225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/7444981797919340225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/05/he-knows-founding-principles-behind.html' title='He knows the founding principles behind a great business'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-5748978890025973696</id><published>2009-01-24T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:00:25.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggin ethics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Plagiarism in a blog?  NO Way?</title><summary type='text'>There is a whole new trend that has been going on for several years with social networking.  Businesses are participating, writing blogs, using twitter, linkedin and facebook.  In fact there are so many people who are doing this that it now becomes imperative to update and write daily in order to have anyone follow you.  And it is race to see who becomes most popular! This of course takes time.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5748978890025973696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=5748978890025973696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/5748978890025973696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/5748978890025973696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2009/01/plagiarism-in-blog-no-way.html' title='Plagiarism in a blog?  NO Way?'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-2067745508573565016</id><published>2008-11-28T14:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T14:14:52.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VISION - An interview with the 'Vision' expert, John Assaraf!</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had a destination that you went to on a regular basis. Many of us have had 'jobs' where we have had to drive to the same location over and over again. Sometimes we arrive at our destination and wonder how in the world we got there. We do not remember the majority of the journey, but we still arrived there. In fact, when a road is often traveled, it will develop 'tracks' where the </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomenradio.com' title='VISION - An interview with the &apos;Vision&apos; expert, John Assaraf!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2067745508573565016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=2067745508573565016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/2067745508573565016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/2067745508573565016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/vision-interview-with-vision-expert.html' title='VISION - An interview with the &apos;Vision&apos; expert, John Assaraf!'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-4937379228971455904</id><published>2008-11-22T14:15:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:31:45.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roaringwomen. mandie crawford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rituals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubble gum'/><title type='text'>Bubble gum before 7 am can make your day a little brighter!</title><summary type='text'>
People have often asked me how I can jump out of bed and race to work every day. It is because I have these great little rituals that I do that make me smile!

Most days I get up by 5:00 a.m and get ready, have a scrambled egg and pour coffee into my favorite pink coffee thermos and jump into my 'Roaring Van' and head to the office. I am in the office and firing up the computer by 6:20 a.m. at </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com/resources/newsletters/Nov212008.htm' title='Bubble gum before 7 am can make your day a little brighter!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4937379228971455904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=4937379228971455904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/4937379228971455904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/4937379228971455904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2008/11/bubble-gum-before-7-am-can-make-your.html' title='Bubble gum before 7 am can make your day a little brighter!'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-2933311213256600101</id><published>2008-01-21T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:38:03.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A personal GPS</title><summary type='text'>Today I was driving – headed out to the mountains – just to rejuvenate and get a sense of perspective about life.  It had been several months since I had made the trip and I knew I desperately needed the break.  I was riding and about to pull out my laptop to do a little work while on the road when I was interrupted by a British woman’s voice reminding the driver to turn right in 300 meters.

A </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com/mandie' title='A personal GPS'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2933311213256600101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=2933311213256600101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/2933311213256600101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/2933311213256600101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2008/01/personal-gps.html' title='A personal GPS'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-3112530899399815945</id><published>2008-01-09T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T14:29:57.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advertising standards council'/><title type='text'>Can you really believe in advertising?</title><summary type='text'>While browsing the newspaper this morning, (which I try not to do too often for fear of starting the day discouraged) I saw the strangest ad.  In the bottom left of a full two page news spread was a 2 inch square advertisement.  The headlines read:

"Why you can believe in advertising".  

The content directed me to a website - Advertising Standards Council of Canada, and also stated that this </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com/mandie' title='Can you really believe in advertising?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3112530899399815945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=3112530899399815945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/3112530899399815945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/3112530899399815945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2008/01/can-you-really-believe-in-advertising.html' title='Can you really believe in advertising?'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-6841518139198814644</id><published>2007-11-08T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T07:54:27.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a woman of influence?</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps the question is better worded by asking 'who have you influenced today?".

In the late 1920's did Emily Murphy, Henrietta Muir Edwards, Louise McKinney, Irene Parlby, and Nellie McClung have any understanding of how they would influence the leaders of the day and in fact CHANGE the world? 

Did Senator Elaine McCoy know when she graduated from the University of Alberta with a BA and LLB </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com/mandie' title='Are you a woman of influence?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6841518139198814644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=6841518139198814644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/6841518139198814644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/6841518139198814644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2007/11/are-you-woman-of-influence.html' title='Are you a woman of influence?'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-5276503619606204341</id><published>2007-01-20T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T11:34:57.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An interview with success</title><summary type='text'>I discovered this interview while pouring myself a cup of coffee.  I was plugging along on Saturday morning - my favorite day of the week.  I always get so much done on a Saturday because few know I am working.  And I can allow myself to be creative.  And so into my head and out my fingertips flew the following interview with success.
The reason I wrote it was mostly for me - as I have been </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com' title='An interview with success'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5276503619606204341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=5276503619606204341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/5276503619606204341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/5276503619606204341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2007/01/interview-with-success.html' title='An interview with success'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-116136234349263472</id><published>2006-10-20T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T08:05:41.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And we wonder why we have no credibility?</title><summary type='text'>It's not just me! I have recently spoken with many other SERIOUS business women who are becoming more and more dis-illusioned with how women conduct themselves in the business arena. I have been quite disgusted with Belinda Stronach and her actions over the last several years - displaying no loyalty and in fact behaving in ways we criticize men for! Where is the integrity?

Recently, I ran a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/116136234349263472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=116136234349263472' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/116136234349263472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/116136234349263472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-we-wonder-why-we-have-no.html' title='And we wonder why we have no credibility?'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-115177330766442178</id><published>2006-07-01T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:01:51.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Separating the 'Women' from the 'Girls'</title><summary type='text'>If there is one thing I have noticed about women in business is that they can be very petty.  In fact it is often what separates the women from the girls - and the ones who treat their businesses professionally vs the ones who feel that gossip and involving others in disputes is necessary.  Unfortunately some of the petty behaviours that some women display when angry about a situation in business</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/115177330766442178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=115177330766442178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/115177330766442178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/115177330766442178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2006/07/separating-women-from-girls.html' title='Separating the &apos;Women&apos; from the &apos;Girls&apos;'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-115056009720971769</id><published>2006-06-17T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:44:47.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Service - Full Service</title><summary type='text'>Just when I thought customer service mattered at one of the places I shop I realized I had been duped!  After all if a company has a good customer service policy you would think that at least at that location that all areas would practice the same stratgegy.    

I have touted the benefits of 'being somebody' at my local grocery store.  Part of an established chain, this store has concentrated on</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.roaringwomen.com/mandie' title='No Service - Full Service'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/115056009720971769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=115056009720971769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/115056009720971769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/115056009720971769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-service-full-service.html' title='No Service - Full Service'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-114472855592975644</id><published>2006-04-10T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T08:27:57.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to "Have a nice day"?</title><summary type='text'>I just came home from the famous big W store.  You know the giant - rah-rah- we are the greatest privately owned super department store with happy faces posted on all of our price tags store.  And when you leave- the greeter makes sure to tell you - "have a nice day".  

As I went to pay for my purchases, and was standing at the check out with several items that added up to just under one humdred</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/114472855592975644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=114472855592975644' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/114472855592975644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/114472855592975644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-happened-to-have-nice-day.html' title='What happened to &quot;Have a nice day&quot;?'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714964.post-114458136160866167</id><published>2006-04-09T04:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T07:16:22.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of mousy attempts at business</title><summary type='text'>Maybe it's just me, but I am tired of these half hearted, half assed attempts at running businesses.  They say that women are starting businesses at twice the rate of men, but my question is - if this is true - where are they?

As a business owner, striving for excellence in what I do, I run into women daily who also have their own businesses.  The problem is with many of them is that they do not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/114458136160866167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25714964&amp;postID=114458136160866167' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/114458136160866167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25714964/posts/default/114458136160866167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roaringwomen.blogspot.com/2006/04/tired-of-mousy-attempts-at-business.html' title='Tired of mousy attempts at business'/><author><name>Hear me Roar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531914634937848444</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X8HoTekS5Ts/S7zIt1-1SfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/fuefmijaaGs/S220/DSC_2406+copy.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
