Thursday, July 30, 2009
You Have a Business- Stuff Comes Up
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Stay In Front of "Em Part Two~ Make an Offer!
Monday, July 27, 2009
Stay In Front of 'Em!
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Catching "The Wave" Was Bound to Happen
Friday, July 24, 2009
Building a System is How I Roll!
I do not start or build a business that utilizes myself, me personally, my own personal time, to run. I build a system in which I plug people into. It's the system that works- not me. (Although I have to work initially, to build the system.)
What most (not all) of the people I hang around with do not understand is: I make money when I'm not working. They only make money if they work. There is a big difference.
Here is what I am NOT saying. "I am, therefore, better than they are." (As a person.) What I am saying; my business model, therefore, is better.
I can chose to work or not to work.
Last year, which was our best and most profitable year, I only actually worked in my business three times. That was roughly 12 hours of personal work. I worked a total of 12 hours out of 365 days, and made more than I ever have.
If you are an entrepreneur, and if you'd like more freedom- build a system that is leveragable, not a personality, which is not.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Could Your Staff Be Ruining Your Business?
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Business Can Wait- Eliot's Not Well
Monday, July 20, 2009
Branding is Almost Everything
I was all caught up in this completely compelling story about branding and this completely compelling guy who's company specializes in just that. Branding.
Personally, I adore branding. I get such a rush from the creation of a "look" for my companies. I love the whole thing. The layout, the logo, the website, the business cards, the letterhead, the envelopes, the t-shirts etc.
This whole creative process could be one of the reasons why, and I confess, I am such a serial entrepreneur- and unrepentant at that. Luvs it!
Ben Jenkins is an interesting person. He went to college on a baseball scholarship, yet also majored in art. He said his two polarized group of friends from high school (as you know how everything is diametrically opposed to everything else in high school) did not speak to one another.
Rather than choosing between the two seemingly opposing camps, he blended them both, and it looks as though that inevitably served him well, especially professionally. Ben was not an "either or" or One-Trick-Pony sort of man.
What I like best about this guy Ben is: he GETS IT.
Even the name of his company- One Fast Buffalo- makes you want to know more about them. One Fast Buffalo; ha. Very clever. I've spent a lot of time in Oklahoma and I can tell you for certain, buffalo are anything but speed demons. Their whole purpose for existence is to leisurely meander their day away going from one patch of grass to the next.
(Oh, give me a home where the Buffalo roam
Where the Deer and the Antelope play;
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
And the sky is not cloudy all day. I digress.)
Back to Ben. He says,
"Authenticity is huge. It's the only thing that truly differentiates you."
To which I respond with everything in me- hel-freakin' lo! You said it. Hallelujah and pass the plate.
I can tell you exactly why Entrepreneur Chick has enjoyed the success we have had as a company. (Companies.) Because we are exponentially better than our competitors. We deliver more. We are out there more creatively solving our clients problems and we are sincere about our desire to do this. I completely get Ben's assertion.
Furthermore, he had a keen take on this point that has bugged me for several months now, even over a year, which is:
"The point of branding is to create a little mystery."
In a business meeting last year with one of my informal Board of Directors, I was pressed to give my business the "correct" name.
Steve asked pointedly, "Okay, but after the name "Blah, Blah" what does the company do? What would you put there? How would you describe it?"
Nothing wrong in what Steve was asking me- but the thing was, as I stated in a later email to him- "Why should I put all the eggs in the mix? Let them figure it out." But Steve wasn't feeling this at all.
Had that meeting occurred with Ben, I think he would have understood me better.
Yesterday, I was so impressed with Ben Jenkins and his company, I just had to Tweet about it.
Amy (VoteforMike) called so excited. "Guess what? You know Ben Jenkins who you tweeted about? Guess what? I know him! I went to high school with him! Talk about your degrees of separation, huh?"
It's a small world- and I know I personally like being closer to people who seem to know what's going on.
Check out the Buffalo @ http://onefastbuffalo.com/
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Okay, That Was Weird...
Friday, July 17, 2009
3 Things Mortuary Science Can Teach Us About Business Ownership
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Work Da Room, Baby! A Long Account of a Too-Short Evening
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
"Play...It's the New Learn"~ How Brilliant Sky's Tag Line Means Money for Entrepreneurs
I met Jamie yesterday at a Chamber function and asked for her card. I was delighted to read the tag line- "Play...It's the new Learn."
As really that's how my transformation from a frustrated, dependent, angry, and functioning-well- below-my-capabilities-housewife-ish (at least that's what my therapist said) mess all started. It started with play.
As a child, I had always been good at dance. I religiously took tap, ballet and jazz. And I pretentiously wrote in my dairy in the sixth grade: "Dear Diary- had my dance recital today and of course, I was better than everyone else."
But those days were long forgotten due to the toilet bowl drama I had allowed my life to become. Getting through a day without picking up a butcher knife was pretty much my only, sad and forlorn goal. (I am not kidding.)
I read a book. And in this book, "The Artist's Way", it began teaching me to start doing small, positive, nurturing and encouraging things for myself. And so I did.
I'd always liked to dance. So I turned on the radio in my room and just did that. I danced. I danced to all kinds of things. I'd dance for hours. And that's exactly where, though I didn't know it at the time, I began making money.
I was playing, but I was learning. In fact, I liked to dance so much and was a quick study about it- that's how I soon after became a professional dance instructor, ballroom and hip-hop. Adults only. (Except for a lovely and creative girl from India, Katya, because her parents took so many lessons from me each week.) But I did not stop there.
I used that skill to start another business. And I did not stop there. I used what I learned from that business to start another business. And I did not stop there. That business was so interesting, it spun yet- another business.
My whole life changed, because I started playing!
For me, and perhaps for all entrepreneurs, but I can say definitively for me, when something is fun and I'm having a grand time, money is always around the corner. I can find a way to take what my interests are and the fun I'm having, develop a system, market my business, develop a mission, train my staff and just keep on building from there.
All of my business were started because I thought that looked like an interesting, fun, unique idea and let's see how far I can take it.
I read that exceptionally troubled mental patients do not begin an arduous time of intense therapy sessions; but rather, they are taken outside and given a big, red bouncing ball to play with. The patents begin to play with this ball outside with each other before they do anything.
When I'm stuck in life- rather than beat my head against a wall trying to figure out what I need to do and should do and ought to do- instead I start playing.
Playing has been the only reliable way I know how to sustain both my sanity and my bank account. I'm sure it will work for you too. Give it a try and see if something pops.
What do you like to play?
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
I Got To Be In a Hearse Today- But Thankfully, Not in the Back (Yet)
This just shores up the reason why I love a Chamber of Commerce so much! I had no idea that I'd get to do this today. I didn't wake up and think to myself, gee, just what sort of outfit should I wear when I sit in the hearse?
Because we are Ambassadors for the Chamber, and as ambassadors one of our primary responsibilities is to welcome new businesses into the Chamber by way of ribbon cuttings and plaque givings and so forth; today was the day we welcomed a new funeral home into the Chamber; which is not something we get to do often.
But what was really cool, for Entrepreneur Chick anyway- was the grand tour they gave us of the entire facility (as it is brand spanking new and uh... they've not even had their first "customer" yet). It was an amazing place. You couldn't even tell you were even in a funeral home. They had state of the art everything! Actually, it more closely resembled a four star resort in the mountains. Cozy fire place, soaring vaulted pine ceilings, hulking overstuffed easy chairs; calming music and soothing visuals in all rooms; serene fish, a waterfall- and - everyone in our group was thoroughly impressed. It was too bad you couldn't come back just to visit; but I suspect they rather like it when you are coming to actually visit someone or, if you are the someone everyone else is visiting; if you know what I mean.
My friends also own a funeral home and I've always been drawn to the business. As a matter of fact- a "funeral event planner" was something I was interested in two years ago; but after the Malibu Rum and Cokes wore off that bleak January afternoon- after I had made my business card design (very lovely candlelit affairs) that I realized two things.
(1) How do I get paid? (Looks as if the existing funeral homes were already doing a good job in event planning. Therefore, they'd not take kindly to giving someone else the business.)
(2) No leverage. When I build a business, I build always with the idea of leverage in mind and having a staff. Perhaps you could in fact staff it- but as I said; the Rum wore off.
But I must admit I did have a great time entertaining the idea. It's a very big deal now; funerals are not, well, your father's funeral anymore. The baby boom generation likes to have more control of how the will go out; not just the standardized One-Size-Fits-All-Psalm 23-of-Yesteryear. Bless their hearts.
Once, I even went down to the Dallas Mortuary School (or something close to that) as my good friend was and is an instructor there. He taught me how to make an ear our of wax. Why would you want to make an ear out of wax? Because, sometimes in cases of disfigurement, and the family would still like the body to be viewed- you use wax. Ken is an amazing master of this art and very few people in the United States can put people back together like he can.
He told me a story once, a bizarre story, in which the funeral home caught on fire! Now, you see, these people had their father laying in state in the funeral home. The family was understandably horrified by the prospect of their father, though deceased, having been such an unfortunate victim. Lamentably, the funeral home, also understandably, was mortified (couldn't help it) that they would be sued out the wazoo and lose their business. So they called in Ken. After several long and skillful hours, Ken worked his special magic.
When the adult children of the father had come up to view the casket, they began to cry and they said, "That's Daddy."
After Ken was done teaching me to make an ear, I carefully placed my treasure in a box and took it delicately home to Tony.
"Look! I have something from the mortuary school in this box!", I said excitedly.
Tony visibly stepped back four or five paces- "I know I don't want to see it but I know you're going to show it to me anyway, huh?"
My ear, which I was oh so very proud of, stayed frozen in our ice box like the last scoop of vanilla ice cream available in the entire universe. I kept that ear until I moved. I didn't want to throw it away. But what was I going to do? Put in on Ebay?
One Wax Ear- Slightly imperfect. As is. Make offer.
On a final note, sometimes I visit my friend's funeral home, and when I do, I like to stand under the cosmetic lights in the state room before I leave and plump up my hair and say, "Am I beautiful? I'm beautiful, right? Tell me I'm beautiful."
Okay. I'll get out more.
Monday, July 13, 2009
What My Mother Taught Me
Because it's painful to think about her sometimes- a tragic thing happened to her, as I knew it would.
In school, I'd hear a siren and would become horribly worried that something was wrong with my mother. I'd tell myself it was someone else probably, and to quit worrying like that, but I clearly remember sitting in my third grade class, obsessing that something was wrong.
And the time she made me cry at my dance class because I'd be worried about her when she'd drop me off, "Where are you going to be when I'm dancing?"
And she said, "None of your business."
Something did, in fact, finally happen. Which some time, I might say what it was; but I don't want to say it today. Maybe another day.
But my mother was a tough, drop dead gorgeous beautiful woman who was one first class act. You didn't screw with my mother. It was always a bad idea.
Though my mother did not own a business, what she did own was the mindset of someone who does. She did have the creative mindset of an entrepreneur.
The two best things my mother taught me were:
(1) Be Creative!
(2) Have some damn back bone!
She taught me you don't let anyone push you around for any reason.
I know for a fact that I could not do what I have done, in life or especially in business, if it were not for that kind of steely determination and grit I learned from my mother.
My second grade teacher told my mother, "I know Marilisa can speak because I've heard her on the playground."
When I was a child, I was horribly shy. I wouldn't say a word to anyone. I was afraid of people. Finally, by the time the eighth grade rolled around, I figured out that people didn't bite, and if they did, I'd bite back! Which my mother taught me.
I wrote last time about playing cards- once, when I was about eight, she sat on the edge of my bed at night giving me a pep talk. She was forever giving me pep talks because I always needed a pep talk. (As I was so shy and withdrawn as a child.) People who know me now find this very hard to believe.
She told me, "Listen, I was invited over to my friend's house to play bridge. So I went over and I pulled up my chair with total confidence. I shuffled those cards like a pro. I acted like everyone was going to lose. I was going to win. I dealt those cards like no body's business. And guess what? I didn't know the first thing about playing bridge! But I acted like I did! That's what you've got to do. You might be scared. You don't show it. You have just as much right as anyone else to win, and don't you ever forget it."
My poor mom though. Really. I'd love to tell you that I always took her extraordinary advice and was just this amazing child and super trouper; which is, sadly, not the case.
I'd just exasperate her. We'd pull up to my elementary school and I'd feel the tears welling up. I'd try my best to hold them back but couldn't. I just didn't want to go to school. There would be people there and kids there and I've have to... {{{{{gasp}}}}} talk to them.
She'd pull through the semi-circle drive that all schools have, reach across me and open my car door and say, "Get out of the car, you Titty Baby."
Well, somebody had to set me straight. I don't know what I'd have done, if she didn't.
Around our house, we have a saying when someone tries to be mean to us or take advantage of us, or basically is just an ass to us. "Oh, you've got me bent!"
What we mean is; "You're confused! You think you're going to push me around? You've got another thing coming."
Elizabeth, though the term "Ghetto Girl" was not in vogue yet; was one Pushy Ass-Ear ring-High-Heeled- Shoe-Weave-Takin' -Out- And-Oh-It's-On-Now! broad. The first Ghetto Girl. Even if she was from Oklahoma. She said, "In life, you've to to toot your own horn because, sure as hell, no one's going to toot it for you."
This has uniquely equipped me to be an entrepreneur.
She preferred being called, "Liz".