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How to Sparkle: key #Pick3812One249

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I just finished a fabulous evening of hairapy, squawking, Oreo eating & clothes swapping with the incredible Kerry Flegal. (Hi, I’m spoiled. but grateful)

As I’ve grown my style has shifted with me, but I have never forgotten the power of a quality hairstylist. And that somehow, they pass that power on to you when you get out of their chair.

We’ve all got it in us to conquer our “can’ts” in order to turn our dreams into reality. I believe a beautiful, classy, and fierce look adds the sparkle that helps light the difficult roads we all find ourselves at during the journey to do so.

I never tried to find my Christmas presents when I was wee because I love the thrill a surprise provides. So naturally, I wait to look at my hair until it’s perfected when I’m at hairapy with my lifesaving hairapist.

After hours of detailed work, each strand was perfectly aligned with the other. The colors melted together so beautifully you’d hardly believe the art was created by anything but hot days in the ocean near the sun..

I looked at myself in the mirror and said “I’m ready to conquer the world.“

The best part is, I meant it.

All my love, Sparkling-Bee

Find a penny, pick it up…

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Dear Kate Spade, if your prices weren’t so exorbitant I’d rock more than your beautiful quotes. I will continue to love you even though we can’t really be together the way I would like us to be. After all, it’s the thought that counts.

Yours truly, Playful-Penny-Pincher

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If you had to describe yourself in four words, which would you choose? It’s okay if you want to use sexy & beast, I won’t judge or tell you you’re wrong. I’ll probably just tell you you’re awesome. Rules are everywhere, so I choose to not really have any around here. Hope you’re cool with that?

xoxo

Kiss the Curb

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LADIES! I cannot preach this enough. Having a man around: dad, brother, uncle, boyfriend, baby-daddy, you get it — is all sweet n’ dandy. But what about when you have a flat tire and all the boys are away because they are working and you get to play? Or, what if you don’t have someone to help you with little things like checking your oil — do you have the funds to pay a mechanic each time your ‘check engine’ light goes off? You have to be able to take care of yourself in bad situations!

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Okay lets get this straight: I have learned this far too late in life & I am still trying to learn new things now, but better late than never. By the way, my mother did try & teach me, I just didn’t pay attention. She had to buy AAA so they could save my ass all the time. I’m sorry for being a little shit mom. Actually, I apologize for in the future, too. If I can do that then that would be cool. Don’t follow the leader in this story okay? Actually, always be your own leader in your own story. Okay so…

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I had a flat tire while running errands around this big ole’ town and Andy was at work. I was in my Sunday best — a vintage dress of my mums, bangles n’ sandals. My tire was FLAT as a damn pancake okay. I am not even kidding I felt like I was leaning to the side like a gangster (bwaha) because it was so low. I couldn’t drive any further on it because it would mess up my dope hubcaps. Can’t have that. Those things are wayyy too clean … (one has yellow paint on it from kissing a curb in the parking garage at work…so fresh)

Andy showed me how to check the tire pressure (PSI) so that it doesn’t blow up & ruin everything (including um, me/my skin/anyone around)

Just carry a handy lil’ tire gage & make sure you know what level they need to be at. And, anyone that is laughing their asses off at this post saying I’m a dumbass for JUST learning how to do this, well I just want to help anyone (um, if you’re out there…) that doesn’t know this. I didn’t.

Anyway, I’m outta here. My point is more than made, as usual.. Roll on.