Koozie Central Blog Day 21:

I cannot tell you how often people ask me how I can possibly work, I mean seriously work in a climate like Panama.  The sun shines every day (especially during the summer months), the weather is warm, it’s tough to find a reason NOT to go to the pool or beach.  Funny enough, I never could come up with a concrete answer.  I always just kind of shrugged my shoulders and responded with the generic “Oh, you know… cause I like personalized koozies (huh?!?!!)”

Being in Denver in the middle of some record low temperatures and winter weather (schools are closed for goodness sake!), I now finally have my answer.  My crazy little body has, for some reason, had  difficult time adjusting to the time change.  I have consistently woken up at 8 am since arriving in Colorado about 4 days ago (6am local time).  This is ordinarily late for me, but as we’ve been “enjoying ourselves” quite a bit, this is totally on par.

The Glaring Reasons

6 am in Denver, CO looks like:

Dark – maybe the sun is starting to eek up, cold (yes, it LOOKS cold), scraping car windows, snow and/or slush, chilly bathroom tiles, cold fingers, many layers of clothes, packing a bag to go to the gym before work and traffic

6am in Panama City, Panama:

Sun has just risen, dew on the grass, bright sunshine, a cool 80 degrees, palm trees, going for a run along the bay, shorts and a t-shirt, walking to work no matter the time of year.


Taking It To The Next Level

Koozie Central Blog Day 19:

Learning Comic

Having just started to take over more responsibility in the company, I’ll now be needing to be involved with a great deal more of the design process (like 90% vs. 15%).  Before I enjoyed creating designs just because it was fun and creative.  Now I’ll be responsible for the designs as the safety net (one of the other full-time owners) slowly gets pulled away.

I am sincerely looking forward to being able to use some of my creative energy to create lovely personalized koozies designs that make people happy.  Of course I have nothing on those who have actually gone to design school, but it sure is fun to learn how to at least do the basics.  Who knows… maybe graphic design classes are in my future.

As of today, I will be using the web and all of its many tools to my advantage and will be starting GIMP tutorials via You Tube.  Gimp also has many tutorials that can be read on their site, but as a visual person – I tend to find it easier to split the screen, video on one side, GIMP on the other, and do as I see.

Thank you to everyone who has contributed tutorials on YouTube and to all those who have contributed to making GIMP the fantastic program that it is! You are all awesome!

Gettysburg Address And My Little Brother

Koozie Central Blog Day 11:

The Gettysburg address, perhaps one of the most well known speeches in the history of the United States of America.  Though it may not have been Independence Day it still makes me feel awfully patriotic when I hear the opening lines.  It makes me proud to be American. It makes me reflect.

An Interesting Metaphor:

When someone makes fun of your little brother, you get angry, so angry, you probably see red.  You can make fun of your brother all day long and when your mom yells at you and sends you to your room, you say “It’s not fair!” and stomp all the way up the stairs.

Tying together the Metaphor

This is similar to my first (and now second) experience living outside of the U.S.  Our initial move was motivated by the political climate at that time (I hesitate to comment further as my goal in this blog is not to alienate but to share personal experiences related to moving to and setting up a business in a foreign country).  This second move was prompted by convenience with regards to my husband’s job and living and work opportunities that were not available to us in the U.S.

I often get confronted with “The U.S. should do this…” discussions which make my blood boil, make me angry, make me so angry I see red. Embarrassingly enough, I have to say I did this the other day. I imposed my opinions on a country I have experience with but not nearly enough to judge in the way that I did.  Reading the articles on the Gettysburg speech in today’s publications has made me realize that at the top of the list on “Things I need to learn…” is humility.  It’s okay to not have an opinion in every single discussion and it’s okay to not agree or to not even vocalize the disagreement.  After all, haven’t I picked on my little brother enough times to let someone get in a jab or two at me?

Gettysburg Address

A girl, A country and a Small Business

Koozie Central Blog: Day 1

This blog will now be focusing on the writer’s experiences of being an entrepreneur in a non-entrepreunurially loving economic climate… in a foreign country.

Panama City, Panama

The headquarters of koozie central.  2 years into being here in Panama my Panama City Skylinehusband, his close friend and I have decided to start an online business based out of Panama City, Panama.  Crazy to work with my husband you say, or crazy to live in Panama… either way, the general description of crazy seems to fit the general tone quite well.  But don’t you have to have an element of wackadoodle to be doing something like this? I love having my own business and every single aspect of it. Easy it is not, but rewarding it most certainly is.

Koozie Central Offices

A small extra third bedroom in a friend’s apartment.  We’re talking Sing-Sing small by the time all the boxes of koozies were lined up along the walls.  The window faces another building and has old-school glass slats.  Can’t see out the window except for the top right eighth if it’s a sunny day.  Too many koozie boxes.  Dog hair on the floor, two chairs, one broken and resting on a wood block.  The redkneck office – might as well put the fridge on the terrace and go the whole hog.  Back room, no a/c small fan with no cover.  I refuse to work past 2pm due to heat exhaustion.   Big, shiny beautiful computer :).  Worth spending money on the good things.  The shingle has been hung.

Our first fight

A discourse between the two men as to why woman couldn’t control their emotions and why they had to be so sensitive – “they” clearly being me and PB’s girlfriend (I shall code name him as Paul Bunyon).  I storm out.  To prove a point of course.  You don’t like my emotions, then work without me.  The walk-out lasts five minutes – they don’t know how to set up the email addresses.  Point One: me, men: 0.