Oil Queen

A few months ago a friend called me “the oil queen” and though we were on the phone, I promptly knelt and received my title as her over-the-phone lingo fit like a…crown.

I must say: I LOVE helping people.

My friend had a question, and like many others who call or message me to ask questions and see if *The Oil Queen/Dr Quinn- really more like Dr Mary from Frazier who isn’t a dr but is having fun*, has the solution in her wellness bag…(Just FYI – ‘till the Salesman became a believer, he would ask if I had a rubber chicken in my bag…mhmm).  I love to research and see how I can connect people with what is going to help them.

Just for the record, I did not buy this crown to wear around the house and bid the Salesman to bring me my slippers or to try to relive the days of dressing up with my girls; but, I did order it to style a diffuser – ya know, to make the diffuser scene all beautiful!

However, I was writing down my goals today and I kept thinking of a friend who had told me I was royalty and how each time I saw the crown, I thought of the positive impact of those words spoken years ago still have on me.

Royalty.

You and me, we are royalty.

Then the fun Dr Mary-ish thoughts kick in and I got to thinking that that maybe I could hide that little part of my hair at the crown of my head that really needs some of the hair wizards TLC on it…

Then I wished my girls were here and we could try it on, ya know, all of us! A few years ago the three of us tried on these long sequined gowns…It was fun! And, I bought two – one for each of them!

I wanted to try the crown on.

So, I seriously put this thing on two times today and every time I put it on, it was like the Salesman had *crown radar*, or *she’s goofing off and not doing her job* because the first time he came in my office while I was writing down my regal goals and had been wearing it for a few minutes – until I realized you can’t bend your head and write down your goals wearing a crown. And, the second time I had to snatch it off my head when I was trying to snap this very picture because he was coming down the hall saying, “Lora, where are you?” And I didn’t feel like saying, “I’m trying this crown on and…I like it!”

Just call me the Oil Queen, ‘cause the crown fits!