Hello, I am Shawn Ireland and I am living in shame. I, for the first time in memory (as fragmented as THAT is), never got around to sending out Christmas cards this year. I wanted to, I really did! I hate the fact that I wasn’t able to write a quick note to friends and family! I really have no idea where the time went! Granted, I was starting a new business…but it still doesn’t justify the fact that I could sit down and watch the “Survivor” winner get announced, but I couldn’t muster up the same enthusiasm for an annual tradition. I hate this feeling of guilt! I am tormented by my shame each day as I walk to the mailbox and see more greetings in all shapes and sizes from all over the country eagerly awaiting my letter opener. I swear their glad tidings mock me! Others took the time and effort, and I failed. I am haunted by my ineptitude. I am a go-getter…a responsible person…so, what went wrong this year?
Hey, wait a minute! It just dawned on me! I didn’t completely drop the proverbial snowball! I am writing one right here on the world wide web! This will reach far more people than my old-fashioned attempt could possibly ever touch. So, to those of you whom I owe a card and to those of you whom I don’t, here goes my Christmas Blog Card:
The kids are great! Graham is a freshman in college and loving it-Cydney is an 8th grader and loving her teenager status a lot more than I am! The dogs are spoiled to bits–even rivaling the kids if that is possible! I have a new business called The Shawn Ireland Show (S.I.S.,) that is an easy “click-and-play” way to hear my daily exploits when you want @ www.shawnirelandshow.com. I have a Club membership with over 525 women in the S.I.S. Club, and a charity component to raise money for women’s and children’s charities called The S.I.S. Club Care Corps. I work 6 in the morning until midnight each day and never wish it away. I love my boss…SHE…seems fair and gives me equal pay for equal work! She really gets me!
The rest of the extended family is healthy and Blessed and hoping you are too.
Please forgive my last minute, electronic card, and know next year I hope to have the hardwork payoff and we are all gathering at my neighbor-Oprah’s-house for a BBQ this time of year. OK, maybe not. At the very least I’ll skip the ”Survivor” finale and write a pile of cards!