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Lice Lessons (On Marketing, Business and Life)

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Yeah Baby, We Have Lice … But, I’m Not Embarassed

Ok, so that’s not entirely true.

When I had to call Lesley Bohm, the amazing celebrity photographer I was supposed to have a photo shoot with today,  and tell her I couldn’t make it because I have lice, I was a little embarassed.

More than a little embarrassed.

When I first found out my daughter had it, I wanted to keep it a secret.  I wanted to tell her not to tell anyone at school.  I wanted her to make something up about why she didn’t go to school.

Fortunately, before I passed on my tendencies towards shame and hiding, I came to my senses.

I remembered that keeping secrets is the heart of just about every emotional dis-ease out there, alcoholism, drug addiction, food issues, anorexia, bulimia.  Behind each one of them is a secret that’s festered into a kink.

In each case, there’s some well-meaning parent who inadvertently conditioned his child to feel shame, embarrassment, or judgment about something and hide whatever that something is, creating a hole that needs to be filled.

Lice isn’t something to be ashamed of or embarassed about.  If you get it, it doesn’t mean you’re dirty.  (In fact, did you know that lice is more attracted to clean hair?)

The only reason we are instinctively embarrassed about it is because at some point we were conditioned to think that way.

I decided not to pass on the conditioning.

I mean yes, it’s kind of yuck-o that there are bugs laying eggs in my hair, but feeling shameful about it certainly doesn’t help the situation.

And, passing that shame/need to hide  on to my daughter is definitely not the answer.

So, I boldly picked up the phone, called the school nurse and let her know I’d be keeping Kaia home for the day and that the 3rd grade class should be checked for lice. Gulp.

(Guess what? It turns out half the school is infested, I really didn’t have anything to be embarassed about! Yay.)

I accepted the reality of the situation, and then got busy.

We went out and bought that poison stuff from the drugstore and started going through Kaia’s hair.  Then, when that didn’t seem to work that great, I got out the vinegar and went through her hair wit the nit comb dipped in vinegar, which apparently helps to unstick the nits.

To top everything off (literally), we slathered her hair with half a jar of mayonnaise and wrapped her hair in saran wrap and a shower cap before bed.

After all that, I expected we’d be cleared for school, no problem.

But, no.  When we got to school, the nurse still didn’t give Kaia (or me!) the all clear and I realized I needed to call  in reinforcements.

Hair Whispers.  For a $35 travel fee and $85/hour,  they saved the day.  (I called around and they were the least expensive.  I was quoted a $50 travel fee and $125/hour by another company and then $250/$300 by a third company).

What a great business!

Amy Goldreyer is one smart cookie.  She was even named best nitpicker by LA Weekly.  Yep, best nitpicker.

If she doesn’t have enough business via word of mouth (which I can’t imagine she doesn’t – she was mentioned in the NYT amongst celebrity baby consultants and as I sit here I just got my third email from a schoolmate friend of Kaia’s whose mom never emails me, looking for a referral to my hair fairy – the mommies are desparate!), I can suggest some quick changes to her web presence that would get her even more business.

For those of you small business owners who have been asking me for advice on marketing your businesses, here’s some good stuff for you:

Web presence suggestions –

* Create a nitpickers blog with stories about people met while nitpicking (all names disguised of course) and about how they act, what they say when they call for appointments, etc.;

* Put up an opt-in form for her nitpicker’s weekly that offers something extremely valuable, like a weekly report tracking infestations throughout the area so parents can be proactive and schools can avoid the kind of infestation our school is dealing with at the moment;

* Give affiliate commissions to referrers.  If I was getting paid, I’d email the whole school about our experience with my affiliate link included.  I may do it anyway, but only if I find an extra 15 minutes tomorrow.  If I was getting paid, I’d find the 15 minutes for sure.

* Establish a Facebook page for the business where I can become a fan and set up a Tweet that I can send out announcing I’m a fan of the business.

Hey, Amy, if you want to take this business huge, contact me.  I’d love to see it birthed out of the Millionaire Mom Business Incubator I’m launching with fellow millionaire mom Sheri McConnell (like the program name Sheri?) in 2009 as part of an incredible new association we’ve got launching.

But, even without the serious web presence, it’s a great business.

Do a little bit of marketing by making sure your brochures are in the hands of local school nurse, buy up Google Adwords for lice {local city} and lice removal {local city}, put up an informative website using the key words and keeping it updated with new information frequently, then send out young women with a cute utility bag of nitpicking tools to desperate moms who have no one else to comb lice out of their hair.

It’s a homerun.

I paid $200.39 + gave our nitpicker (who didn’t like being called that, by the way) a $20 tip to be deloused and it was well worth it.

I mean truly, what else is a mom to do?  It’s not like she can ask her husband to do it, or even a friend.

If I had nothing else going on and had to make some quick money, I’d get into the lice removal business.

I passed on Amy’s company information to at least three other desperate moms in our neighborhood already.

Here’s what I learned about lice and lice removal:

1.  The lice removal kits you buy from the drugstore are a big ripoff.  And, they poison you too.  A doubly bad combination.

2.   The little plastic comb they give you is bunk.  It doesn’t work.

3.  You can do the whole comb out deal at home without the service.  But, you need the right equipment and you DON’T need poison.

The equipment:

* A real nit comb – metal, not plastic. I recommend you buy one now to have on hand for when the lice hits your family.

* A bottle of water/conditioner mixed together

* Some type of oil – olive oil works, lavender oil.  Whatever.  The hair whisperer gal sold me a nice size bottle of their proprietary blend for $20.  Whole Foods wanted $30 for a teeny bottle of lavender oil, so I felt good about my purchase.

* Paper towels

* A bowl of water

That’s it.  No poison necessary.  Total cost minus the cute gal to comb your hair for you?  About $30.

The difficult part is the combing out of the nits/lice.

It was done totally differently than I expected.

There were three steps, which took a total of about an hour.  The key seemed to be running the comb through your hair vigorously from forehead over top of scalp and off back of hair with various substances combed through hair.

(It actually felt kind of nice – we sat out in the sun on my front patio area during the combing and for a few minutes I imagined I was at a high end spa, having a head treatment outside – ahhhh, I love having my hair played with).

It’d be nearly impossible to do to yourself, I imagine.  And not nearly as enjoyable.

Overall, my personal lesson from the whole day is there’s never anything to be ashamed of or embarrassed about.  There’s so much to enjoy about and learn from every experience … even lice.

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My Magic Man

I am so blessed to have this man in my life and wanted to share some Dave Dee magic with you.  He lives in Atlanta.  I live in Los Angeles.  We normally don’t go more than 5 days without seeing each other.  This time it’s 10, which he has dubbed ten days of love and he’s sending me a gift of love each day.

This was his gift to me for day 5 and now I’m sharing with with you.  Enjoy it.


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Testing, Testing … Just When I Thought I Was Through the Fire

The post below was written on April 24, 2008 … one month ago, exactly. I never published it because it was too painful at the time.

Looking back now on what has happened since then, I was right – something (really a lot of somethings) fantastical was about to happen.

The book launch was amazing bringing us to #1 in all categories on Amazon and #8 overall on Barnes & Noble. We designated 20 new lawyers as Personal Family Lawyers. I’m living in my dream house and I’m going to appear on the Today Show on June 3!

Yes, I’d say something fantastical was about to happen.

Oh, and Jodi is still living with me after all. I didn’t have to spend $10,000 on the bathroom. She pushed through the stress of the move and realized that we’ve got a pretty great situation going after all even with a bathroom that’s not so hot.


I know without a doubt something fantastically amazing is about to happen because the Universe is really putting me through the ringer to get to it. The ups and downs are almost (but not) unbearable.

On top of the two major launches I’ve got happening 2 weeks from today (my book and the Law Business Revolution), this week was moving week, a stressful time to be sure. But, moving into my dream house makes it just a bit easier.

I left town on Monday and left the move in the capable hands of my most amazing assistant Corey. (Have I mentioned how much I love Corey?)

Well, I got a call today that made the week nearly fall apart.

Jodi, my psuedo-wife, called while I was out of town and told me she hates the house we are moving into and if I don’t spend $10,000 to fix up her bathroom, she’s moving out.

A little background here …

We are moving into a house that is close to 100 years old. It’s my dream house. It needs a LOT of work. Jodi is moving into the basement apartment, which is basically two rooms and a bathroom.

When she first decided to move in, I had thought she was going to fix it up and make it cute. She’s a handy sort of girl. And then, two weeks before we were moving in she told me she thought I was going to fix it up for her.

Ok, surprise – miscommunication city.

So, I agreed to have the two rooms painted and the floors refinished. It cost me a couple thousand dollars to do all that, but I figured I’d need to do it no matter who was going to live down there. Cool.

Then, a week before we are going to move in, she springs it on me that she needs a new bathroom. Not cool.

Admittedly, the bathroom needed work. And, perhaps I should have taken the initiative to make sure that was done. But, I’m pretty sure I remember a distinct conversation in which I said “Jodi, I’m going through an extremely busy time of my life right now with two launches coming up and a house renovation and if you want stuff done, you are going to have to make it happen. I’ll pay, but you have to make it happen” so I thought she had it all under control.

Apparently not.

So, she started getting quotes to rip out and replace the bathroom. The least expensive? $10,000. I was not prepared to make that kind of an investment.

I let her know I just couldn’t do it, but that she should look into getting the bathroom painted and cleaned up. She didn’t do it.

Then, I leave town and it’s move in time. And I get the call from Jodi the day after move-in day, while I’m out of town at 2 days of back to back business meetings in which I’m the only woman present and she springs it on me that she hates the house and she’s moving out unless I renovate the bathroom. I say no, I can’t. She says she’ll have her stuff out before I return on Sunday.

I burst into tears.

Now, you might say “who cares Alexis, just find someone else.” Well yes, that sounds good, but I had given up my housekeeper because Jodi thought she was just in the way and was going to do the housekeeping and the laundry. Jodi was doing all the grocery shopping, meal cooking and was doing fill in childcare.

So now, I had nightmares of moving into a new house (and you know how stressful that is) with no groceries, no childcare, no housekeeper, and no laundry. It’s every single working mom’s nightmare. I nearly started hyperventilating. I had Jodi move in to make my life easier and less stressful and now she was sending me into full blown panic mode.

Ok, breathe. Get out of the problem and into the solution. It’ll be okay. Something will work out, it always does.


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