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Remember Sun-In? June 25, 2012

Sun-In did you use this stuff? Promising to highlight your hair. For us brunettes, we wanted the pretty blonde streaks in our hair. Streaks that should be done by a professional, not some 16 year old girl that saw commercials of girls spraying Sun-In in their hair. It seemed almost instantly their hair was shiny, full of the blonde highlights we craved. To up the ante there was always some hunky teenage boy at the end of the commercial admiring the girls hair while she held the bottle of Sun-In. That bottle was almost screaming “buy me!”

Then my mom yells to do the dishes and I snap back into reality. My young mind still on the Sun-In adventure I decide I must have this life changing serum. My Sun-In search began. I went into several salons asking for the product, the women laughed at me and suggested I go somewhere else for my product. “What do they know” I thought. I finally found the golden nectar at Kroger. A whole seven dollars was a small price to pay for this life changing product.

I went home and I sprayed, and sprayed, and sprayed. No need to read instructions I knew what I was doing. I rushed to the mirror after leaving the product in for a half hour discovering that nothing had happened. Frantic, I read the back of the bottle. The information given was that Sun-In works best in the sun. I was a far cry from the sandy beaches living on Norwaldo Avenue. I decided my best course of action was to lay out in the driveway and let the sun do its magic.
I sprayed, and I sprayed, and I sprayed, you get the picture.

This is my Sun-In experience. One year brown, next year orange.

Curious, I asked on Facebook if anyone remembered Sun-In or had a Sun-In experience they wanted to share. Here is a few of them.

Jessica Yingling OMG! Totally forgot about that stuff… and, yes, I used it every summer! Didn’t turn my hair orange, though. I also took these “tanning pills” that turned my skin orange.

Annie Sever-Dimitri Holy shit! What a train wreck that was. I looked like I crawled right out of a trailer park through high school–all I needed was an Old Milwaukee can in my hand and a Doral cigarette dangling from my mouth. LOL!

Pamela Reilly Naturopath What a blast from the past! Yes, I did. I had gorgeous highlights in the shape of the spray pattern. LOL!

Tamara Sullivan My junior year picture is a pretty strawberry blond (or orange as you call it). NOT!!! I can’t believe I did that!

Missy Sedam Roark Hahah….OMG…..Busted……….My best friend and I did it the summer between 7th and 8th grade- she was a lovely orangey hue, but I WAS DEDICATED to completely destroying my hair, so I ultimately (after a couple of applications) looked like Billy Idol. 🙂

Amy Stevenson Yes and just before senior prom! Then tried to fix it and it turned green!!! Had to chop it all off. Not cool in the 80’s!!

Lorraine Ball Ladies, Sun In worked for blonds only. That is why those of you who were blonds don’t remember the orange. But if you had dark hair, there wasn’t enough peroxide in the product to change our hair color to blond, and there was no warning on the label.

Laina Turner-Molaski Vivid 8th grade memory. I looking like Ronald McDonald.

The inspiration for this blog was the bottle of Sun-In I saw in Kroger the other day.

 

I’ll Bet They Have Cheeseheads In Heaven June 17, 2012

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Time check 2:15 am. I haven’t been able to sleep for a couple of days.

The anticipation of Father’s Day this year has been more than I could handle. I’ve had numerous people tell me when you lose someone it “gets easier with time.” Well, I’m here to tell you it doesn’t. I don’t miss my Dad any less. I still think about him everyday. I still pick up my phone just out of habit to call him about something. Then I realize that he’s not going to answer and I start to cry. The only thing that has changed really is sometimes I can talk about him, or tell a story about him and laugh. I use to just not talk or keep those moments to myself because I never knew how I would react. Would I turn into Stephanie the bitch, or would I be Stephanie the hysterical crier? Either way, I wasn’t going to show that part of myself to anyone. That is what therapists are for dammit. Connie the shrink gets all the good stuff.

This year I was trying to decide if I was going to go out to the mausoleum where my Dad’s urn is placed. It’s a pretty place as far as mausoleums go. I went last year on Father’s Day sat on the floor, and talked to my Dad. Well, I cried mostly, but I did talk to him. I didn’t feel peace when I was there. I didn’t know why then but I know why now.

It’s because my Dad isn’t there.

A few days ago I had some running around to do in Greenwood. I was in-between places and I had to go to the restroom. I’m weird about public restrooms unless it’s an emergency. You’ll see me with pee coming out my ears before I’d go in one of those port-a-potty things. Anyway, I was a few minutes away from my parents house. I figured I’d run in, run out and be on my way.

I went into the house directly to the restroom. Got out and stood in the middle of the living room. My parents bought a leather two seat recliner that they both loved. My mom had one side and my dad had the other. Over the last few years I’ve seen people plop down on my dad’s side and it irritated me. Who are they that they can just sit there? I know it’s over the top but I’ve never sat in my dads seat. Never in all this time. For some reason that day I decided to sit down. I didn’t think anything magical would happen, I just wanted to sit in my dad’s chair.

I sat there for a few minutes with my eyes closed, satisfied that I was finally ready to sit there. It may seem illogical to some but to me it made perfect sense.

Then something happened. What felt like a light, delicate feather brushed against my right cheek. I didn’t open my eyes, I just sat there and touched my cheek.

I left shortly after and thought why go do the mausoleum? My Dad is always with me. He’s around my neck on a thumbprint necklace I never take off. He’s in my tattoos. He’s in the music I listen to. He’s the voice I hear when I need advice. He’s the guy playing games with my tv, it keeps turning on and off for no reason.

While I wish more than anything he was actually here with me. What would I say to my Dad if I had only five minutes to say anything? He would want me to keep it simple.

I love you Dad, so very very much.

So where can we get some fried cheese curds, a brat, and a PBR?

 

When You Wish Upon A Star June 6, 2012

A year ago I read a book called “The Go Giver” by Bob Burg and John D. Mann. The book is about a young associate striving for success but finding his efforts aren’t paying off. This is when he meets five mentors (called Go Givers) who teach him the Five Laws of Stratospheric Success. The laws are:

  1. The Law of Value: Your true worth is determined by how much more you give in value than you take in payment.
  2. The Law of Compensation: Your income is determined by how many people you serve and how well you serve them.
  3. The Law of Influence: Your influence is determined by how abundantly you place other people’s interests first.
  4. The Law of Authenticity: The most valuable gift you have to offer is yourself.
  5. The Law of Receptivity: The key to effective giving is to stay open to receiving.

I was in a good place with my business. My clients were happy, I was happy. Even though I was busy I felt like I could have been doing more. After reading “The Go Giver” I realized that I must do more but I wasn’t sure what “it” was. Then it dawned on me, the Make A Wish Foundation.

I’ve been a wish granter for the Make A Wish Foundation for the last 13 years. I’ve granted five wishes during the years and always participate in the annual Make A Wish Telethon answering phones. These efforts didn’t seem like enough. I decided I must go bigger. I was inspired. I emailed Juli at the Make A Wish Foundation and without hesitation said “I would like to sponsor a child’s wish this year.” She was surprised, and very excited when I told her the avenue I was going to take to raise the funds was through social media. She told me she would ask the current families that she had if the social media avenue would be acceptable to them. Make A Wish had never asked for funds through social media except during the Telethon. Most of the families like to remain out of the limelight social media can bring, as they’re dealing with enough.

A few weeks later Juli called me and said I had a family. I was thrilled! She emailed me all the information I needed along with an adorable picture of a three-year-old girl named Kamylle who lived in Indianapolis. In 2010, Kamylle was diagnosed with a condition called acute myeloid leukemia, a cancer of the myeloid blood cells, which affect the bone marrow. Her wish was to go to Disney World. I looked at her sweet face and thought, this is going to be easy.

It wasn’t. Each wish costs about $6,000 to grant. I started off on Twitter and Facebook asking for donations, sharing Kamylle’s story with everyone I knew. I was asking for just $5 from my Twitter and Facebook followers to help grant this wish. Donations trickled in and I started to get discouraged. That is when I remembered, “The key to effective giving is to stay open to receiving.” After I changed my mind, things started to happen. People were donating. Donations were being met. People whom I’d never met were donating. The real kicker was when a friend in Indianapolis said he would shave his head if we got to a certain dollar number. It worked. We didn’t get the entire $6,000 donated, but we got very close to half. With the Telethon going on, in a matter of minutes Kamylle’s wish was granted. I remember feeling so grateful for so many people helping me spread the word about Kamylle’s wish. When I opened my heart up to receiving, people really came through for Kamylle.

A few months later I got a few pictures from Juli from Kamylle’s trip. This is my favorite.