Making It Official

Apologies for the tumbleweeds this past year, but you've likely figured it out. It's official: I will no longer be updating this website. It will remain here for an indefinite period, but because my boys are getting older I'm uncomfortable with documenting their lives as I used to and wish to give them a bit more privacy as they grow into their own. If they ever put me into a nursing home, I don't want it to be a bad one because I wrote about their first date online. 
Also, what I do for a living now takes up all the extra time that parenting my children does not. 

It's been a blast and I'm grateful for the many friendships I've made through this website and opportunities it has afforded me. I'm so appreciative of all the support you have given me over the years. I love you all very much. 

Meanwhile, you can now (still) find me at these locations:

Thank you for sharing these experiences with me. 

Another Year

Today I'm celebrating yet another birthday and steeling myself to try haggis for the first time this afternoon. The Scottish Festival folks are coming to the station with their bagpipes and haggis. 

I slept in (as much as one can on a weekday filled with lessons and prep).

Bacon was on the breakfast menu.

I'm blessed by the amount of birthday well wishes.

Travel is on the horizon this week. 

Hair Round Deux

I'm turning into some sort of hair blogger.

Picture 22.png(In front of my green screen for PJTV in my office/studio this morning.)

Last night I went back to my genius stylist, Heather at Elan Salon, to get my second Brazilian treatment. A lot of you asked how well my hair held up in the waning weeks of the first treatment; honestly it did pretty well. Towards the end of the first cycle I did have to work a bit more with the hair dryer and use my flat iron some but even then it took me only about a half hour in total as opposed to a two whole whopping hours like before. Also, I could still dry my hair without a diffuser and it wouldn't hiss at me and reach to the ceiling. It was still soft and easy to manage and I could let it air dry without it going totally bonkers.

Last night the process took a shorter amount of time to complete, honestly, I wasn't watching the clock because we were too busy talking about the Vanity Fair magazine I was reading and how happy we were that my sartorial idol, Helena Bonham Carter, was on their best-dressed list.

Heather applied a gloss, very subtle color, and the keratin to my hair in total. I haven't colored my hair in ten years and back then when I did I dyed my hair black. She used a subtle chocolate brown to hide the brassiness and redness that tends to show in my ends, those well-worn parts of our hair. I have Irish in my family and red hair in my family and I am a cool tone type of girl, meaning that when I dyed my hair red when I was 19 it looked like I had a head wound oh, and AWFUL.

I had Heather cut my bangs a little shorter than last time only because my hair loooooves the very healthy keratin (think of it as extreme conditioning) and thus I swear it grew faster than normal.

Very happy with the results; I'll be doing this treatment for as long as they exist - I'd do it based on the amount of time it saves me every day alone, not to mention how much better my hair does and looks with it now. I should also note that when I was in the makeup chair at Wendy Williams the stylist went nuts over it, loved it (I love her stylist, FYI. I wanted to pack him up in my luggage and have him do my makeup FOR EVER) - a stark contrast to the HOUR I spent in his chair previously before I had the treatment. Good times. 

Here are photos and video from the first time around:

A Whole Other Type of Brazilian

Hair Update

Side note: I've been traveling a lot lately and will be doing some more before we hit mid-fall, for speaking things and a premiere of a documentary film in which I'm featured. More on that later.

On Marketers and PR

I woke up this morning, signed the kids up for their co-op classes, finished cataloging the leftover supplements I had from Liam's old kindergarten curriculum, did a hit with CNBC, and will be appearing on Larry King again tonight shortly to talk about stuff half of you don't want to hear. Them eeeeevil politickin thangs!

But not before I glanced in my inbox and took a quick count of the forty or so press releases sent to me just today. Yes, you read that right. JUST TODAY. A gob of them were marketers checking in. Did you get our press release about this INSERT PRODUCT NAME HERE? Do you need further images or would you like to spend an inordinate amount of free time you don't have to give us free publicity for our products or services without the courtesy of so much as an offer of any sort of reimbursement? Why no, thanks, I would not like to spend an inordinate amount of free time I don't have to fake desire to perform a function for you, for free, that most people with two brain cells to rub together either a) request payment for or b) offer some sort of reimbursement. 

Is that harsh? 


Look, my bag isn't products and reviews and all of that, there are some chicks who do it, rock out with your socks out, but that's not my scene. Last year I spoke about this and made the remark that there are a whole lot of women bloggers out there who don't recognize their worth, be it skill or with time. There are a lot of marketers out there who don't get that the majority of us don't exist to serve as the Flava Flav to their particular product. I get bored simply thinking about press releases and hi-res jpegs of crap I don't care about, to say nothing of the energy it would require to fake enthusiasm about it in written form. I feel more, and more varied, women bloggers should speak up about this and marketers shouldn't assume that we care to have our inboxes filled up with eleventy perfrillion press releases when, if you're like me, you receive on average a couple of hundred emails per day. 

Basically, don't send me your press releases or expect me to do anything other than hit DELETE unless you do two of these three things, a) being non-negotiable:

a) Realize that I'm a capitalist. I work hard to sustain myself and my family. If you expect me to take more than a fleeting glance of a moment away from my family for the sake of your product you best make it worth my while and while you're at it, have the same consideration for the copious amount of other women bloggers as well.

b) Don't send me an email about your amazing product/trip/service without offering me or any other blogger to whom you write the opportunity to partake of it themselves. 

c) Don't send me an email about your amazing product/trip/service without offering my readers a chance to partake of it. 

People love getting stuff or being able to give stuff to their readers. Unless you just fell off the turnip truck, realize this. 

Look, I have nothing against people out there doing their jobs and I appreciate the marketing and now super-saturated market of mom blog reviews and the like because there are women now able to bring in a little something extra to their households where perhaps they were unable to before. I get it. I'm glad for it. Imaginary noisemakers and related celebratory noises here. But please don't assume that a woman's time isn't valuable or that she has the time to dig the important emails out from under the debris of press releases, and don't hound her if she's unable or unwilling, because you as a marketer completely forgot the courtesy of making something worth her while, regardless whether or not she's on the radio every day or a regular stay-at-home-mom working her skills and juggling kids, bills, and errands. Don't think that "reimbursement" means the simple recognition of having sent a press release to a bloggers, either. They're worth a lot more than that. Yes, I've known of companies who've operated in such a manner. 

Also, big government be damned. I've disclosed in the past, a couple years ago when I still did a rare product mention, without Uncle Sam getting all up in my bidness.

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