(Note – this story is not LuLaRoe related. It was written 4 years ago and is another story about my youth. I hope you enjoy it.) *** How they tell their story is what interests me. Unbeknownst to either of them, as soon as my older brother and sister begin to recount their mysterious tale,… Continue reading Ghost Child
Hello VIPer’s! For the last few days, Rachel and I have been staying up late at night and getting up early in the morning working on, and playing catch-up with, LuLaRoe (photos, setting up the boutique, running errands, etc.). Rachel is a work horse! A couple of mornings, when I awoke after a 1:00 AM bed time,… Continue reading A Tired Wifey
Wow! What an experience! A week ago Rachel and I were in California at LuLaRoe’s annual convention, and now we are home getting ready for her first open house. It has been a whirlwind. She is definitely keeping me busy; as a matter of fact, this is the first chance that I have had to… Continue reading Convention
Hello VIPer’s! I just wanted to relay some thoughts that came to my mind regarding LuLaRoe. A fellow VIPer posted today that she is cutting her son’s hair for the first time. He has curly, shoulder-length hair that I am sure is cute as heck. What a difficult decision! Every mom knows the angst and heartbreak… Continue reading The First Haircut
Ladies, ladies, ladies… This past weekend, I overdosed on a specific topic that, as a young man, I thought would never prove too excessive to discuss. The subject was women, lots of women. On Saturday, Rachel gave me a list of individual women’s sizes (don’t worry – no names) from an online survey she had… Continue reading Sizing Chart
Good morning VIPer’s! Thank you for a great weekend! It is a beautiful thing to watch my wife be happy, content, and motivated with herself and life in general (I know what most you are obviously assuming, but no, I am not referring to her magnificent marriage to me:). I am speaking about her involvement… Continue reading Sore Shoulders
(This story has nothing to do with LuLaRoe or fashion. It is one of those that I felt like adding.) “Does anyone want to smoke?” he nonchalantly asked, tossing almost a full pack of unfiltered Camels on the dining room table. “No,” came a high-pitched chorus of youthful replies. Sitting at the head of the… Continue reading Who Wants a Smoke?