On not being the Founder, not being a beginner, and not being invited to either party. Jul 05, 2026 The emotional definition of No Man’s Land is a state of limbo where you feel disconnected. We’ve all been there at different stages of life. High school, when several smaller schools feed into one large one, brings exciting new friendships and new social groups, and some of our early childhood friendships dissolve and fade as we form new identities. College scatters…
Nothing says “coping” like altitude sickness and a 16-hour hike through life metaphors. I read somewhere that when life is overwhelming and you have too much on your plate, you should add one more goal. I’m not sure that I agree with that little gem, but I desperately needed something, anything, else to focus on other than work… So, Mount Whitney it is! Because nothing soothes a frazzled soul quite like voluntarily ascending into oxygen deprivation. Other people do yoga…
Out of the Pandemic came the now widely accepted virtual meeting, taking the place of any actual physical human interaction. And sure, there are a myriad of advantages to this: The Pajama Meeting Renaissance You can have meetings with anyone around the world at the drop of a hat! You can have meetings dawned in your favorite sweats or PJ bottoms! No one will know and there is a 99% chance the other person is wearing something that should never…
I guess when you’ve been stripped of almost everything you’ve known about yourself for the past 25 years, there is some freedom in sort of re-creating yourself. I mean, really what choice do you have? Might as well have some fun and do some shit your former self would never have done. What do you have to lose? It is liberating to start with a clean slate. Part of my emancipation from former self, if you will, came from our…
One of the many many perks in my position of what I can only describe as a real-life whack-a-mole or really anything Ryan doesn’t have time for (read anything he doesn’t want to do), is Customer Service. It is also great fodder for this blog. I mean the anonymity alone brings out the best in humanity. Who doesn’t want to take out their personal frustrations on the faceless punching bag on the other side of the screen? SCREAMING and Profanity…….
Sometimes you just need a little perspective, to have some space and time in between your blog and the real-life events unfolding before you. Toby Keith said it best with , “As soon as we could see clearly through our big black eye, we lit up your world like the fourth of July!” Ah, Toby. He is missed. Back to my hiatus. I found myself in a hard space. Not able to write, both legally and energetically the way I…
And the Saga Continues….. After consulting with his wisemen (key board members, advisors, and shareholders), the CEO has decided to file a report with the local authorities as DF continues on his relentless pursuit of slander and sabotage. Now, filing this report is not a simple procedure. The Entrepreneur must drive a great distance (to our warehouse), and sleep all night in his truck (true story, waiting for the police). Finally, dawn broke and the officer appeared to scribe this…
Ahhhh… the fun of going back and cleaning up the wreckage left by the former partner. I am sure many Entrepreneurs can and do empathize with this one. I was listening to a podcast the other day and a very successful female entrepreneur was speaking about her former partner. A Cautionary Tale…. See, her business had grown to be an unmanageable size for her to run on her own, or so she thought. She hired a partner for 50% of…
You might wonder what dabbling in sobriety has to do with the entrepreneurial rollercoaster, or maybe it is self-evident. Anyone who knows me knows that I am the last person to run away from a good time. I fucking love a party, wine tasting, dancing at a dive bar (or anywhere really). By the way, the more I imbibe, the more fantastic I become. Seriously, Dancing with the Stars talent here. There is no way, however, that I could continue…
In today’s episode…. In today’s episode of “As the Entrepreneurship Turns,” our villain, the dastardly Dick Face (referred to as DF from here on out) has, in an effort to oust the mighty CEO and take over his company, gone on a mission of great sabotage and slander. Luckily, our CEO is loved and respected by his business associates who warned him of the treachery and he was able to thwart off the actions of DF. DF’s attempt at isolating…
Ugh.. just so. Fucking. Tired. This is the shit I swore I would write about, and I’m sure this is one of the parts of the entrepreneurial ride that the successful leave out of or brush over casually in their stories. Well, here we are, as promised. From the depths of hell. In the past weeks, Dick Face was finally let go, which, of course set the wheels of law suits turning. Let the games begin! As the attorneys go…
The Public in General…. This post is not specific to the entrepreneurship experience per se, but to anyone who has ever dealt with the general public in the service industry, or really any industry for that matter. As part of the three jobs I have had to maintain this past year, dealing with the general public is a daily occurrence. An almost unrealistic level of patience must be maintained. I mean, to the point where one must leave their body…
I love the f-bomb. I use it as an adjective, verb, and noun. I grew up in a pretty strict Catholic household. I never once heard my parents use such vulgar profanity. In fact, my Dad heard me use it once while on the phone with my friend in high school and threatened to ground me for a month. So maybe, subconsciously, I feel some sort of teenage rebellion while freely throwing the obscenity about. Does my sailor- mouth make…
Dehydration, Icees, Miranda Lambert, and a Cookie the size of my head. As the Burly Mountain men jog off with their 70 pound packs, Ryan and I turned our attention to the summit. We were not too far off and the trail from here on was challenging, but I could tackle it without a barrage of four letter words escaping my mouth with every step. Eventually, we made it to the peak and were rewarded by one hell of a…
The Trip….. Part of the “fun” of being married to an entrepreneur is that until the company is successful, you never really know if you are going to get paid each month. “Will this be the month? ” you will ask yourself. And then hold your breath… Vacations, as a result, are non-existent. So, when a business convention in Vegas came up, I jumped on it! I did not care that it was July. In the desert. It was a…
Say Cheese! One of the perks (word used loosely here) in the life of the wife on an entrepreneur is at any moment, you will be asked (rhetorically of course), if you would please “try this.” Now, it will depend on the type of product your partner’s business is manufacturing as to specifically what “try this” will entail. For me, it means to put on an item to see how it fits or sit for an unknown period of time…
The Offending Turd… It’s interesting how something as mundane and annoying as Hags (short for Haggard), our yorkie, shitting on the carpet can set into motion a sequence of events that actually leave me feeling lighter and, in fact, more energetic. I was fucking exhausted. I had worked 13 hours on my feet the day before and had 10 minutes before heading back to the restaurant. All I wanted was to sit for 10 freaking minutes. That’s all. So when…
How I found myself there… Have you ever found yourself in a situation in which your mind leaves your body and its almost as if you are watching from the outside? Like, how the hell did I get here? Weeelll, I have been asking this a lot of myself of late, and particularly over the past year. And this is exactly what happened to me when I found myself at closing time at the restaurant, with a mop in my…
The List (in no particular order)…. Here are a few of my faves… things that make me laugh and lift up my spirits… even on the crappy days… Make your own list…. These are the things that help me keep sane, and sometimes get me through the tears and fears of the shittiest of days. If you are also on this journey with me, or are simply human, I highly suggest you write your own list. Refer to it as…
The warning…. One day my co-worker (let’s call her Kelly to protect the innocent, or not-so-innocent as we learn here), enlightened me to the fact that credit card payments and the terminals themselves are, in fact, pornographic or in the very least highly suggestive transactions. And now, it is nearly impossible to take an order and proceed through the payment process without breaking into a pee-in-my-pants laugh. I truly wish I had thought of this as it is fucking hilarious…
In The Beginning…. When I first had the WTF moment of, basically, we were going to have to move. AGAIN. I knew we were going to have to make some drastic changes to prevent such a horrific event from occurring ( moving is simply pure hell, one should avoid it at all costs). Unless you are some kind of sadist who enjoys moving and does it periodically. I know a few of you and pray for you often. But I…
It’s January 2022, and renewed with the spirit of a New Year (Yippee! This will be our year! This is the year we expand, take off, explode!) I have decided, in my new energized state of being, to take charge of our finances and all things adult. Yes, I will become one of those unlikely masters of finance and budgeting and look oh-so-smart. So, I start a budget. BTW, I have done this before with the same vigor and enthusiasm….