Happy Friday, House of Shine. Cheryl here. Since it’s Ray Week, let me share with you my story of Ray. One evening, three years ago, I was hanging out at the Beeny household. I’m sure... Read More »
Ahhh. It’s me again Ray Wattson. This, as many of you know, is my week. It’s my Birthday Week. I’ve been wandering around my place and reminiscing. It’s hard not to get sentimental as you look back on your own greatness. You can almost hear the hissing as a tear or two of pride try in vain to make to the floor.
For those of you who don’t know me, let me offer a bit of sympathy… and explanation. I am Ray Wattson. Think of me as the embodiment of Shine. I swing by the House of Shine on occasion and offer my friends support. Some times it comes in the form of a gentle, mothering and uplifting hand……NOT. Mostly, it comes by way of my shiny boot giving you a swift kick. Reminding you that there are no excuses. There are no Victims. There are only Owners.
My pad is a testament to the power of Shine. Look around. What do you see? Achievement. Mine is a place of achievement. Join me in a stroll down memory lane. While I go prep for my party, spend a few minutes trying to see if you can remember all the good times represented by memorabilia on the walls.
Raycula, Compadray, Abracadabray…. Come on. See how many you can name. And don’t forget about the pictures of me, from over the years, that I haven’t even included.