We had an extra-long weekend, it was awesome...
WILL UPLOAD PICS SOON
Friday, January 30, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
We Have Changed Our Business Name
We LOVED the name aibelievebiz.com BUT we can connect to and relate with highway2wealth so much better...especially since that AC/DC song is Anan's favorite:) He plays AC/DC everytime before he prospects...it fires him up...gets him going:)
Our domain/website is still open for aibelievebiz.com...we will slowly fade that out and begin to advertise slowly with highway2wealth.
Our Company name will probably be AiBelieve as
1. Ai means LOVE in Japanese
2. Its Rhianna's middle name
3. We Do BELIEVE in what we do and who we are
4. It's our 'baby'
5. It's unique and close to our hearts
CONGRATULATIONS TO ANNETTE & DAVID FOR STEPPING UP AND PURCHASING BEYOND FREEDOM. YOUR JOURNEY HAS BEGUN MY FRIENDS, I AM SO GRATEFUL TO HAVE YOU ON THE TEAM:)
HIGHWAY2WEALTH...THE ONLY WAY :)
Our domain/website is still open for aibelievebiz.com...we will slowly fade that out and begin to advertise slowly with highway2wealth.
Our Company name will probably be AiBelieve as
1. Ai means LOVE in Japanese
2. Its Rhianna's middle name
3. We Do BELIEVE in what we do and who we are
4. It's our 'baby'
5. It's unique and close to our hearts
CONGRATULATIONS TO ANNETTE & DAVID FOR STEPPING UP AND PURCHASING BEYOND FREEDOM. YOUR JOURNEY HAS BEGUN MY FRIENDS, I AM SO GRATEFUL TO HAVE YOU ON THE TEAM:)
HIGHWAY2WEALTH...THE ONLY WAY :)
Saturday, January 3, 2009
'The Secret' 30 Day Challenge
On January 5th Anan & I started The Secret 30 day Challenge and it is already changing our lives...WOW
www.thesecretchallenge.com
www.thesecretchallenge.com
I am NOT my Income
I Am NOT My Income
I am not the author of this blog entry…but I wanted to post it as I think this is a key factor if not THE key factor in great success in all business……read on!
What I Know For Sure
Oprah Winfrey; I’ve always had a great relationship with money, even when I barely had any to relate to. I never feared not having it and never obsessed about what I had.
Like everyone else, I can remember every salary I ever made. I suppose we remember because a salary helps define the value of our service—and, unfortunately, for some people the value they place on themselves.I first realized I was not my salary when I was 15 and making 50 cents an hour babysitting Mrs. Ashberry’s rowdy kids and cleaning up after she pulled nearly every outfit from her closet every time she got dressed. Her bedroom always looked like the end-of-the-day, last-call sale at Macy’s, with shoes and brightly colored necklaces and dresses everywhere. Just before flitting out the door (without leaving any info as to where she was going or how she could be reached in case of emergency), she’d say, “Oh, by the way, dear, would you mind tidying up things a bit?”
Well, yes, of course I did mind, and the first time I “tidied up,” I did such a great job, I thought surely she’d pay me extra when she saw how I cleaned not only her room but the kids’ rooms, too.
She never did. So I moved on and found a job that would pay me more—a job where I thought my efforts would be appreciated. There was a five-and-dime whose name I’ve forgotten not far from my father’s store. I got hired there for $1.50 an hour. My job was to keep things straight, stock shelves, fold socks, etc. I wasn’t allowed to work the cash register or speak to customers. I hated it. Two hours in, I found myself counting the hours to lunch. Then how much longer before I was off for the day.
At 15, I knew in my soul this was no way to live or make money. I was bored beyond anything I’ve ever felt before or since. I wasn’t allowed to go near the cash register or talk to customers. So after three days, I quit and went to work in my father’s store for no salary.
I didn’t like working there, either, but at least I could talk to people and not feel like my spirit was being drained by the hour. S
Still, I knew that no matter how much my father wanted it to be, that store would not be a part of my future life.
By the time I was 17, I was working in radio, making $100 a week. I would have done it for free. And that’s when I made my peace with money. I decided that no matter what job I ever did, I wanted that same feeling I got when I first started in radio—the feeling of I love this so much, even if you didn’t pay me I’d show up every day, on time and happy to be here. I recognized then what I know now for sure: If you can get paid for doing what you love, every paycheck is a bonus.
For me, money has always been about an energy exchange, following the law of cause and effect. I give my energy to the work and in exchange am rewarded with a different form of energy—money. This in turn lets me acquire, create, and build other forms of energy, from the necessities of food and shelter to material possessions that enhance the quality of life to endeavors that help others reach their fullest potential.
All these many years later, I still know I am not my income. I am not the lifestyle my income can afford me.
I let money serve its purpose. But I don’t live to serve money.
I think that’s why we have such a beautiful relationship.
Oprah Winfrey
I am not the author of this blog entry…but I wanted to post it as I think this is a key factor if not THE key factor in great success in all business……read on!
What I Know For Sure
Oprah Winfrey; I’ve always had a great relationship with money, even when I barely had any to relate to. I never feared not having it and never obsessed about what I had.
Like everyone else, I can remember every salary I ever made. I suppose we remember because a salary helps define the value of our service—and, unfortunately, for some people the value they place on themselves.I first realized I was not my salary when I was 15 and making 50 cents an hour babysitting Mrs. Ashberry’s rowdy kids and cleaning up after she pulled nearly every outfit from her closet every time she got dressed. Her bedroom always looked like the end-of-the-day, last-call sale at Macy’s, with shoes and brightly colored necklaces and dresses everywhere. Just before flitting out the door (without leaving any info as to where she was going or how she could be reached in case of emergency), she’d say, “Oh, by the way, dear, would you mind tidying up things a bit?”
Well, yes, of course I did mind, and the first time I “tidied up,” I did such a great job, I thought surely she’d pay me extra when she saw how I cleaned not only her room but the kids’ rooms, too.
She never did. So I moved on and found a job that would pay me more—a job where I thought my efforts would be appreciated. There was a five-and-dime whose name I’ve forgotten not far from my father’s store. I got hired there for $1.50 an hour. My job was to keep things straight, stock shelves, fold socks, etc. I wasn’t allowed to work the cash register or speak to customers. I hated it. Two hours in, I found myself counting the hours to lunch. Then how much longer before I was off for the day.
At 15, I knew in my soul this was no way to live or make money. I was bored beyond anything I’ve ever felt before or since. I wasn’t allowed to go near the cash register or talk to customers. So after three days, I quit and went to work in my father’s store for no salary.
I didn’t like working there, either, but at least I could talk to people and not feel like my spirit was being drained by the hour. S
Still, I knew that no matter how much my father wanted it to be, that store would not be a part of my future life.
By the time I was 17, I was working in radio, making $100 a week. I would have done it for free. And that’s when I made my peace with money. I decided that no matter what job I ever did, I wanted that same feeling I got when I first started in radio—the feeling of I love this so much, even if you didn’t pay me I’d show up every day, on time and happy to be here. I recognized then what I know now for sure: If you can get paid for doing what you love, every paycheck is a bonus.
For me, money has always been about an energy exchange, following the law of cause and effect. I give my energy to the work and in exchange am rewarded with a different form of energy—money. This in turn lets me acquire, create, and build other forms of energy, from the necessities of food and shelter to material possessions that enhance the quality of life to endeavors that help others reach their fullest potential.
All these many years later, I still know I am not my income. I am not the lifestyle my income can afford me.
I let money serve its purpose. But I don’t live to serve money.
I think that’s why we have such a beautiful relationship.
Oprah Winfrey
Friday, January 2, 2009
Merry Christmas & Happy New Year
Wow, it has been over a month and I just haven't managed to update our blog.
Hoping you all had a very Merry Christmas.
May 2009 be filled with Love, Peace, Harmony, Abundance, Good Health & Prosperity!
The Lashins had a failry quiet though traditional Christmas this year.
It was also a little sad as it was my first Christmas without my Mum.
Mum passed away July 5th 2008 so as you can imagine, it was a fairly challenging day.
But we had FUN! I tried to stay focused and positive and it the day went smoothly.
I was so relieved that Perth wasn;t going to be as hot as last year(43)
IT WAS ONLY 29 WHICH WAS GREAT!
Though today is 37 , yesterday 40.
The HEAT is coming....SLIP SLOP SLAP!!!
(Aussie saying: slip on a t-shirt, slop on sunscreen & slap on a hat)
Hoping you all had a very Merry Christmas.
May 2009 be filled with Love, Peace, Harmony, Abundance, Good Health & Prosperity!
The Lashins had a failry quiet though traditional Christmas this year.
It was also a little sad as it was my first Christmas without my Mum.
Mum passed away July 5th 2008 so as you can imagine, it was a fairly challenging day.
But we had FUN! I tried to stay focused and positive and it the day went smoothly.
I was so relieved that Perth wasn;t going to be as hot as last year(43)
IT WAS ONLY 29 WHICH WAS GREAT!
Though today is 37 , yesterday 40.
The HEAT is coming....SLIP SLOP SLAP!!!
(Aussie saying: slip on a t-shirt, slop on sunscreen & slap on a hat)
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