Ack. Leslie and I did a presentation for the Caughlin Ranch crowd at Morgan's house last week. Morgan is nice enough, but the whole Caughlin mentality exists outside my reality. As they streamed through the door on their way to the alcohol, we were met with botox, boob jobs, cleavage, dark dark tans, and everyone was dressed to impress. They really didn't want to be bothered with us; they acted as though we were the help.
It must take so much energy to be them, to constantly be on, and to make sure there is nary an excess pound in the group. Just to be safe, they lean towards anorexia. Holy, do I sound cynical.
Anyway, I know who I don't want for clients. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. Get me back to something substantial, meaningful and real. Jesus Christ.
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I checked up on Caughlin Ranch and apparently, they have a master plan.
The master plan began in 1984, and is expected to continue 20 years. Caughlin folks use future tense when speaking of 3 year old timeframes.
I have to admit their photos are very pretty. Probably due to lack of people in them.
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