I could never be a salesperson. I just don't have what it takes and I'm okay with that.
I just needed to get that off my big, burly chest.
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On July 1, 2006 we quit.
We quit our jobs, quit our house, quit our car, quit our cell phones, quit Kristin (our stylist), even quit our daily pasta consumption (you know, with spray butter and a little parmesan cheese, salt and pepper...mmmmm, pasta)
We have quit everthing familiar and comfortable to challenge our minds, bodies and beliefs.
We are on the trip of a lifetime.
These are our stories...
We quit our jobs, quit our house, quit our car, quit our cell phones, quit Kristin (our stylist), even quit our daily pasta consumption (you know, with spray butter and a little parmesan cheese, salt and pepper...mmmmm, pasta)
We have quit everthing familiar and comfortable to challenge our minds, bodies and beliefs.
We are on the trip of a lifetime.
These are our stories...
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