living

sometimes you will see when you walk through life you just get it right, its a natural high...thats the big idea.


big changes tearing at the seams with a few constants that seem to good to be true....family, love, opportunity.


my body is done and telling me to get it together and work.
my brain is bored of the normal and asking me to please take it for a passionate ride.
my heart is prepared to take the ultimate risks for love and life itself. to know that one life is not a lot. it's not many lives, it's just one. which is not that many.
now is the time to listen... to make it all happen. turn my words and thoughts and fantasies into a live performance.
one where everyone stands at the end and claps, cries and feels fulfilled.

living a life of meaning. where the ocean comforts the sand the last record comes to an end that kisses your ears goodnight.

NO BLUES!

i had the best lunch meeting today with my "business partner/sister" the conversation that was flowing could not be compared to any other conversation. our differences are set aside when we work and our brains shake hands like the united way symbol. (maybe thats not the symbol, but all i'm picturing is a white hand shaking a black hand...)

one glass of red wine during a meeting/brain storming session is genius. it gets your creative juices flowing. three glasses of wine will definitely get some sort of juices flowing. so where do you stop? why do you have to stop? why wouldn't you want your work and your passion to be a little silly?...why can't you open mouth laugh with gray teeth and have a bladder that won't leave you alone throughout the whole lunch?

i'm not really sure where i'm going with this but i really love drinking red wine.

feel like makin love

boats & shit

the google image search engine is rich and famous.

i just googled sexy yachts and classic boats that i am choosing from to purchase next year.

you think i'm kidding? i'm not.

here's a few i like:








you may choose to laugh, or you may choose to go for a whirl on my sexy riva in the summer of 2011.

choose your own adventure.

the beginning

today was a productive day.

after about 4 hours, a few cups of espresso, two diaper changes and a bottle (for Stelephant) juge and i finished the rough draft on the introduction of the book. we are feeling really good about the book and the hard work that comes along with writing/re-writing and writing some more.

it won't be easy, but that is the beauty.

this year has been full of great things and good people...

i love that i am lucky enough to be surrounded by positive passionate people that keep me motivated, on my toes and inspired every single day. i feel lucky that i know how to laugh and smile.

while the book is a big focus of mine this year, my career path in the world of hair will never end, in fact, its just beginning. taking a new approach to things. an approach that involves listening, learning, practicing, practicing, practicing...and then i will listen some more....advice from someone i admire and dream of.


i laughed a lot today.

our whole lives have led up to this book. the easy part is over.

julie, myself and the editor will be dancing on grapes up through the 1st of the year 2010.

then...

burger

monday

i spent the morning with my father in search of a barber chair. turns out fantastic sams was having a close-out sale at Fred's Furniture in Warren....we passed...instead we went with the cadillac of chairs. hydraulics that would make a mechanic blush.

later in the day i recieved an email from mark@walshcompanies.info (dad) saying this and only this:

"keep believing Mern. what the mind can perceive, you can achieve!"

my dad is a bad ass... a bright light, and when he wants to be, a serious burning flame of positive energy.

this year will be a good one. because the option for failure does not exist in 2009. trust me i've already looked into it.



skyped with Caitlin James today....A ROBO-Babe filling the world with her powerful womanly ways.
above you will find a picture of the late/great/caitlinburger. she's still alive.

love actually

what happened to the sexy era?

big band, lounges, cigarettes, martinis, love, romance, big ideas, carefree thinking, picnics, dancing, dinner parties, music (actual music).

give me your ideas...whats in your head. your mind impresses me.

a cocktail dress made for comfort and class, music played live with lyrics of substance. lyrics that don't involve the past or future, but what is now... listen to the songs of the big band, feel the snare and the up-right bass tell the story of then. which could be now. i want to feel that...

a cigarette slowly burning for looks. a fine glass a whiskey or wine. a group of people so carefree and genuine that nothing you do or say matters. a textfree room, the hum of one sided conversations silenced by vibrations of the big band...a time of no cellular interaction/reaction...lovers, dancing, kissing, being exactly that.

a picnic, in the middle of no where. just you and i.
dancing slowly to the hum of what is in your head.
teach me what you know and i will return the favor.
conversation with no end in sight.

i don't plan on going back in time.
i'm just going to love.

jane james

one of my favorite people. i love her.

janie and i are spending this beautiful day in ann arbor.

tonight

tonight is the night.

im thinking about friends.

id like to quote my father here in saying..."i have a million friends" .

my dad and i are a lot alike in that way.


today was my official last day working for L'Oreal USA. I still work with them, but now i am considered an inependent contractor. sounds like i do roofs...call me and i'll come out for a free estimate.


tonight was a funny night. i took a nap and then headed over to ronin for a cosmo. god i love cosmos.

i love going to dinner alone, because you get to see things you normally wouldn't while dining with company. a lot of striped express mens studio collard shirts. a litter of wet seal clubbing halters and about a bakers dozen of fadoras.

i need to get out of michigan. i love everything about michigan, but i need to see everything before i can know for sure. it makes it a lot easier when your lover is as free-spirited and in it as you are. scorpios.


my little glow worm. she toots a lot when i hold her and sounds like a tiny tug boat. i love her

i love charlotte

hair

i cannot even wait to feel hair in between my fingers all day every day.

why don't we all go ahead and take a good look at this sexy iconic diva.

jean seberg is the reason i cut my hair short...i ended up looking a little bit more like bob dylan, but that is beside the point. short hair is sexy. short hair with minimal product... i want long hair, i dream about it and even think about heading downtown to "we be cuttin' hair N stuff" for a curly weave.

if you have never cut all of your hair off before, this summer would be an appropriate time. you must let me do it.

you could be wearing a pair of fuckin pleated dad jeans with a looney tunes leather jacket and if your hair looks stellar then you are it...you are the icon.

trendy clothes and fads come in and out like Anne Heche...style does not...don't be mindless. next time you go into the salon for a new DO, i suggest you DO some reasearch; some soul searching if you will. what do YOU like. because trust me Christina Applegate's chunk highlights are not going to look good on Tracey, and Christian Sorreano's twinked out sugar baby hair cut will definately NOT look good on you either Steve.....Steve.

come into my salon and let me help you figure out what YOU want and what looks good on you. you're the only one that matters. you are in charge. you are the true designer here. write your full name down, now say it...out loud.

suck on that.



cheveux est le seul accessoire

-jj

The Oregon Trail

crazy pete will likely escort my 2008 black chevy impala back to a garage in detroit at apporximately 12pm today...(important lesson # 1: it was never mine to begin with)

the car will then take a front row seat at the GE FLEET headquarters. waiting for another 22 year old smooth talkin' inexperienced cocky self-indulged female to clutch the keys and crash it the next day. we've got no food, we've got no jobs, our pets heads are falling off. if the swine flu hits i surely hope it happens before June 1st.

nothing is more exciting to me than change. good/bad. change. it gets me everytime... as if it were the last day of school, or better yet "field day".

good news...i've found myself again. a little over a year ago i was different. im still different and not in a good way, but a better way, a good better. even though it feels better, it will start to feel worse and in turn become different yet again....but still good.

this time, however, its me...at 23......23 not knowing what 24 looks like......25 should be cool.

but i'm only 23....i always used to think i knew what i wanted and i could never tell what i was feeling...

now, it looks a little something like this: i can feel what i want now and see what im feeling.

*what a humbling experience this last year has been...im no longer Hannah Montana at the Kids Choice Awards....what am i now?

i will be able to tell you one year from now after i chance it and float across.

im taking 3 things with me this year on the trail.....passion. laughter. love.

(diphtheria)