I had the opportunity to be a presenter at a Women’s Conference this past weekend. The Boss Lady retreat, in New Smyrna Beach. What I thought was going to be an opportunity to touch at least one life and inspire one female entrepenuer (which is my life goal) turned into learning more about myself than… Continue reading Hell Yes, I am a Boss Lady!
I do too much shit, I’m actually exhausted. I just don’t know where to find it. A lot of people look at my (our) life and think I really have my shit together. I have an amazing family, two rad little humans (most of the time), a super hot wife, own a pretty successful salon, I… Continue reading I’m not perfect, I never wanted to be anyway!
… and not the drugstore. Oh, the age old question. “Why would I spend so much money on a salon product, when I can go to the store and get the same thing?!”…. And the age old answer- “Well, because its better!”…. But it is. Its better, healthier- and more expensive– for a reason. Reason #1:… Continue reading 5 Reasons to buy from your salon
And actually being heard. Its a weird thing, to see so many people making noise. I had a client (and friend) in my chair not that long ago and she said “everyone is making noise, but they aren’t doing anything. She’s right. Okay, maybe not everyone. Some people make noise and cause a riot- I… Continue reading The difference in making noise…
You know, like before school. They’re 7 and 10. Mom fail. Mornings in my house have forever been chaos. Its a nightmare, I’m super bitchy, the little one is overly sensitive… I’m generally late as a rule of thumb and I hate everything between the hours of 6 am and 10 am. But I think… Continue reading I finally figured out how to feed my kids!
But that’s your problem, not mine, really. As I was walking out of Walgreen’s this morning, a rather malevolent looking woman shot me the strangest, most forced smile I’ve seen in a while. Granted, my hair probably looked I just stuck fork in a socket and I had some really short shorts on. But it… Continue reading I’m clearly terrible because of my tattoos.
… it doesn’t match my decor. Therefore, plain and simple, kid’s shit doesn’t belong in my living room. Or bathroom. Or kitchen. Kids have bedrooms. They can keep their shit in there. I just don’t care to look at legos or batman toys or some godforsaken Pokemon obnoxiousness. Nope. So, while scrolling through the ‘book…… Continue reading No toys in my living room…