i am having the strangest week…
not strange bad, more in the sense of all over the place and utterly unpredictable.
for a long time my business has had one source of referrals other than my existing clients and this has bothered me; not enough to advertise or get a job in a gym but enough. i never like being dependent on one thing because there is always the risk that the person doing the referring will suddenly decide that they don’t like me anymore.
i haven’t been particularly worried because i tend to be extremely competent and this leads to less trouble than the average self-employed pilates instructor might experience.
you see my clients send me their wives/husbands/best friends and with that kind of loyalty my business can do nothing but grow. it might grow slowly but it will grow nonetheless.
anyway this week i met a gynecologist who asked for my card and promised referrals (one of my areas of specialisation happens to be post partum women with pelvic floor/incontinence/sexual health issues) and a personal trainer client asked for a stack of cards and in fact referred someone to me already.
i went from one to three referral sources in a week!!!
this is truly awesome, not to mention that my clients send me more and more clients each year. hmm maybe i can stop working at seven thirty in the evening someday…
in the meantime…
on thursday night i had dinner with a being who can make a million dollars on a ten minute phone call from a lounger on grand cayman (married, hush y’all)
on friday night i met a woman who runs her own company and happens to be getting arthritis in her feet. what does this mean?
that none of her 40 years worth of shoes fit her anymore.
why does this matter to me?
i have TWENTY ONE!!!!! new pairs of high heels (well a few are flats) to add to my already ridiculous shoe collection.
i was like a kid in a candy store i’m telling you!
god you guys some of them are SOOOO sexy.
and on saturday?
on saturday my father enlisted my help to dig a hole.
this would not normally be worthy of mention except for two or three little details:
it happens to be a measly nineteen below centigrade today (a mere minus two fahrenheit) and has been at least that cold for days. it’s not traditionally known to be good hole digging weather.
of course we *were* in a steel structure, that raised the temperature at least 0.1 degree by removing the wind chill so it was really positively balmy in there…
furthermore he wanted us to dig the hole down several feet… (we gave up at the two foot mark and decided to wait for spring)
and still none of that would be worth mentioning except for this:
is that not the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen?
no like ever?
the tragedy of my life is that i found hacking away at a frozen solid piece of earth with my father to be ridiculously fun.
best part was after we got down a foot or so he carefully positioned a space heater in the hole, covered it with a tarp, and headed in to the house for lunch.
i was sure the whole place would go up in flames but nope, back we come to a hole that is frozen solid except for three inches of mud. you can see the mud in the pic.
even funnier is that about fifteen minutes after this pic was taken the hat was off, the scarf was gone and my jacket was hanging open… but the camera was frozen ;>
i was *going* to do some cardio (aka ride mom’s stationary bike) but i decided that two hours with a pickaxe had to count and said screw it.
and then tomorrow?
off to go skiing….
you have to admit, it’s been kind of an up and down week…
well mostly up.
oh yeah, i bought a car!
for those of you who guessed that this ENTIRE post was so i could post the picture?
that may be my best fashion crime this year…