January 24, 2005

• One Last Story and then I'll Move On to Writing About the Kids

  
  

  On Saturday morning I had my weekly phone conversation with my Mom.  When I was there for Christmas, I gifted her with a bottle of DNA Repair.  To say that my Mom is skeptical would be to grossly understate the case.  But she has already been plagued with those pre-cancerous lesions that have to be burned or cut away.  In the past three years she's had several removed leading up to one on the side of her face that was large enough to leave a scar.  She had recently been to the dermatologist and learned under the blue light that she had SIX more places they would be watching just on her face.  She had more on her hands. 

  
  

  So here's the conversation from Saturday:

  
  

  Mom: well, you were right, but I really hate to admit it

  
  

  Terri: right about what?

  
  

  Mom: this DNA stuff.  I didn't think I'd notice any difference, but I do

  
  

  Terri: did it help those rough places you were concerned about

  
  

  Mom: well, not the biggest one

  
  

  Terri: you've been using it what? three weeks?

  
  

  Mom: something like that

  
  

  Terri: so what have you noticed?
  Mom: well the five (?!?) little lesions that we were going to have to burn off all kind of

  
  

          shrank up and went away in the first week.  That big one by my nose is still there.

  
  

  Terri: so there's been no change in the one you're most worried about?
  Mom: well, it's smaller, but I can still see it

  
  

  Terri: maybe you should just give it a little more time, the product specialist says 6 weeks

  
  

  Mom: maybe, but you know the part I really hate

  
  

  Terri: what's that Mom

  
  

  Mom: I've been buying Mary Kay for 40 years.  I've used the stuff religiously.  I was dead certain that I wasn't going to see any improvement in my skin because I already HAD good skin.

  
  

  Terri: But you see improvement?  I could tell a difference in my skin after just a few days.
  Mom: (with angry tone) It's soft as a baby's butt and the color is better too.  Even my Sunday School class noticed at the party last night. 

  
  

  Terri: Do you think some of them would be interested in having the DNA Repair Crème?

  
  

  Mom: Nah, we're all at the age where we go to the dermatologist all the time.  Janet was telling me she pays $120 a month for the stuff her dermatologist recommends and she still has lesions. They've already got their own creams.

  
  

  Terri: So did you tell them where they can get this stuff?
  Mom: I don't have time for that I don't want to do sales.
  Terri: Okay, maybe when I come back in March you could let me have five minutes to talk to them?

  
  

  Mom: But I STILL have wrinkles.  I want you to know, I haven't seen them all go away.

  
  

  Terri: Um, have you seen any of them go away?

  
  

  Mom: well, just the little ones around my eyes and lips, the rest are STILL there.

  
  

  Terri: Hey, Mom, have you had Dad put this stuff on his hands?  It might help him with those spots that he was showing me.

  
  

  Mom: If he wants to use it, he can buy his own bottle. 

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

  My brother called me on Saturday night to tell me that he was holding a check in his hand.  One of the ladies from Mom's class had run into him at the Mall where he works a second job at a bookstore.  (He buys more books than me, it's the only way he can support his habit.)  She wanted to know if he was "the kid" who was selling that stuff that Mom is using.  He explained that I'm the one behind introducing it to the family, but that he can get it.  She wrote him a check on the spot.

  
  

   

  
  

  Now it's not that my mom is Competitive Or Anything - but well, lets just say I came by that streak naturally.  Would anyone care to take a bet that when she hears that David made that sale to HER friend ... she'll figure out that maybe she could do sales after all? 

  
  

   

  
  

  Okay, I'm getting ready to head out to do my REAL job.  And I hope that if you think of me today you'll send up a little prayer or a bit of bright light or something.  If I'm going to be successful (and I really don't have a choice - I HAVE to be successful) I'm going to have to get further out of my comfort zone than I've ever been before starting today. 

  
  

   

  
  

  Kids are doing well.  They ALMOST succeeded in getting their room clean this weekend.  I was shaking my head this morning and Tucker said, "Well, Mom, what more do you want?  We can see the floor now it at least four places." 

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