About Jenni Reilly
I remember failing miserably in English classes in high school. It wasn't far fetched to say that college wasn't any easier, however it was easier to cheat on my papers. Copying fellow dorm mates in exchange for a decent meal or some alcohol seemed like the easiest way to pass. Since there aren't any cheat sheets on blogging or copying of one's blog I'm warning you now that there will be mistakes made and I apologize to no one except my mom. She will be the first one disappointed in my grammatical mistakes as she has always been amazing at it.
If you thought that was boring just wait!
Growing up in my family you had to be quick on your feet and able to pack up your room in 3 days or less. Not to mention we figured out how NOT to be attached to material things. If you didn't empty out a box before the next move then you didn't need whatever was in that box. There came a time when we had to give people address books for Christmas each year because we moved so often we were filling up the book. At least it made it easy on me when it came time to moving out for college.
I'm the youngest of three and the black sheep favorite. It's a running joke in the family and I figure even in blogging it's appropriate to keep the humor. My sister Patti Reilly made it to the big top working as a QVC host for the past 11 years while my brother Bill Reilly had an amazing talent for acting, but decided to settle down and have a beautiful family. We forgive him, but only because of the beautiful kids. We all live in different states and we only see each other on skype and during the holidays.
My parents forgot to take their own advice of not getting attached to things. They've followed me from state to state since the time I went to college. First they followed me to Ohio, then Pennsylvania, and now we sit here in the sunny state of Florida. And no, they didn't actually follow me or move in with me. They were just tired of me calling them daily to tell them how each place was more amazing then the next. It was either that or the fact that each time I moved I gave them an awful health scare and jumping on a plane to check on me was becoming costly. Luckily they're living just 2 hours away now and I'm healthy as a horse. Go figure.
Back to business and the other bill paying hobbies that I undertake. My career is a traveling account manager where sales, knowledge, and personality are key qualifications. Good thing I'm good at one of those talents because I wouldn't have a clue what I'd be doing there if I didn't. I'm a hard ass go getter that doesn't take no for an answer and you damn well better not owe me any money. Telling me that a company owes us money and that they called and asked for better pricing is like telling me that you made me a fat free calorie free dessert that tastes just like Coldstone Peanutbutter chocolate and coconut ice cream but you ate it all. It's going to piss me off that yet again someone is looking for a reward for failing miserably.
Then there's my other idea of a bill paying hobby, blogging and social media. I've been able to show a person or two how to brilliantly manage their social media networks. Then again I usually offer up the criticism to those that didn't ask for it, just because I felt they could be doing better. I think those people should feel happy about this, because it actually shows that I have faith in them. It's the ones that I don't comment on that should be worried. Not that I have a clue what I'm doing. I just like to make my opinions known.
Underneath all the business and lively hood things there's this little bit of time left over that I call life. It's during that time that you can find me face down, ass up and knees deep in the sand on the volleyball court. Being out in the sun and sweating up a storm drooling over all the hot hairy bodied men with baseball caps and board shorts. mmmm mmmmm yummy. Tuuueeesssday! (another inside joke)
Single living is something that most girls dread. I have yet to understand that one, as I seem to be a champ in that department. I suppose I could come up with a "How to be single and LOVE IT" book, but I'm not sure everyone would share in my joy. I find that most women are prone to ask me why I like being single. When I give them the explanation they usually tip their heads like a confused dog and then just walk away. While men seem to get the wrong impression of my decisions until they take me out on a date and realize there's more then just the one reason why I'm single.
Until next time. I hope you all enjoy my blogs.
"Don't take life seriously"
"Live. Learn. Inspire"
"Successful people do, what unsuccessful people don't feel like doing."
"Let us change something about today to make a better tomorrow."