I had my first facial on Tuesday. Let me just say, “Ahhh…” Wow, two hours of fragrant lotions and creams massaged into my face, scalp, neck, shoulders, arms and hands. It was Heaven. I was so relaxed I floated out of the salon a frightening ugly mess.
During most of the facial they had warm steam aimed directly at my head. I have curly hair, so steam is not my friend. It frizzed my hair. I mean really frizzed my hair. Remember Rosanna Rosanna Danna? Now you got the image, only blond. In addition to the frizz my scalp was messaged with peppermint oil. Felt wonderful, but didn’t help the frizz situation any. I got a good look at myself in the bathroom mirror and almost screamed.
Picture this, big stupid grin on my shinny pink face, my scalp and the first 3 inches of my blond hair was black and wet with oil, the other 5 inches of blond hair was pure tangled frizz which was standing straight out. Kind of a cross between Bride of Frankenstein and a slicked back geek. I had a very interesting look going.
Am I going to get another facial? You bet I am, got one scheduled for June. I could so easily become a high maintenance woman. I think I need a massage…
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
The Mystery of Elusive Recycler is Solved!!
The mystery of the elusive is recycler solved. Two weeks ago I noticed someone was pulling cardboard out of the garbage can and had started a bag for recycling. “OK, who’s the recycler?” I demanded. As usual, my family gave me “The innocent look” which I’ve come to recognize. It’s the same look I got when I asked them, “Ok, who cut off the cats whiskers?” and my favorite, “Who painted the bathroom walls in toothpaste?”
I was on the case, the case of the mystery recycler. Don’t get me wrong, I’m as green as the next person, but…ok you got me. I only recycle pop cans, and that’s because I get money out of the deal. We live in the country and have to drive our recycling into town and drop them off ourselves. Bags of cardboard, cans, plastic bottles, glass bottles and newspaper pile up. I live in a small house—with 5 other people, and the bags take up so much space. I know I’m whining and sounding defensive, so I’ll go on with my story.
Two weeks ago, someone started recycling. Who could be so responsible? The mystery grows because no one will claim responsibility.
I caught the person yesterday…in the act no less!
Drum roll please…it’s my seven year old son, Tom. The mystery is solved, and now I'll have to shut my mouth and just take the damn bags of recycling into town.
I was on the case, the case of the mystery recycler. Don’t get me wrong, I’m as green as the next person, but…ok you got me. I only recycle pop cans, and that’s because I get money out of the deal. We live in the country and have to drive our recycling into town and drop them off ourselves. Bags of cardboard, cans, plastic bottles, glass bottles and newspaper pile up. I live in a small house—with 5 other people, and the bags take up so much space. I know I’m whining and sounding defensive, so I’ll go on with my story.
Two weeks ago, someone started recycling. Who could be so responsible? The mystery grows because no one will claim responsibility.
I caught the person yesterday…in the act no less!
Drum roll please…it’s my seven year old son, Tom. The mystery is solved, and now I'll have to shut my mouth and just take the damn bags of recycling into town.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Pedicure Etiquette
I had my first pedicure yesterday. How I could have made it 40 years without experiencing the beautiful joy of a pedicure is a mystery. Never having had one before, I wasn’t aware that there are rules, procedures and etiquette for having a pedicure. I’ll now share a list of newly learned tips:
-Shave your legs before you get a pedicure—it’s just not polite (and kinda icky) to give someone rug burns off your leg hair stubble
-Don’t wave your foot around in the air to get a better look at the toe nail polish—nobody likes getting kicked in the face
-Don’t get paranoid when the employees are talking to each other in Vietnamese, they probably aren’t talking about you, unless you just kicked one in the face
-Don’t skate around the salon in the paper flip-flops shoes going, “woo woo, chugga chugga coo coo”
-Skinny jeans are a bad choice to wear when you are getting a pedicure—your pants will only roll up so far
-Be prepared to bite your lip when your feet are exfoliated—it will tickle something fierce and giggling, “teehee” will just make you sound like a lunatic
-You seem cheap if you don’t tip the manicurist, and fuzzy candy from the bottom of your purse doesn’t count
-When the manicurist grabs your shoes and purse they are just moving them for you, so yelling, and “Stop thief!” is very bad, don’t ask me how I know
-Yelling “Ouch!” every time the manicurist touches a toe nail is only funny for the first 4 or 5 times
-It’s probably not a good idea to bring a rubber ducky or toy boat for the foot soak tub, toys are frowned on in nail salons
-Don’t wait until your toe nails are 4 inches long, just to give them something to work with
-Don’t ask the manicurist, “So I hear people who work with feet have a thing for feet, you don’t want to suck on my toes or anything do ya?"
Next week I’m going for my first facial, I’ll let you know how it goes.
-Shave your legs before you get a pedicure—it’s just not polite (and kinda icky) to give someone rug burns off your leg hair stubble
-Don’t wave your foot around in the air to get a better look at the toe nail polish—nobody likes getting kicked in the face
-Don’t get paranoid when the employees are talking to each other in Vietnamese, they probably aren’t talking about you, unless you just kicked one in the face
-Don’t skate around the salon in the paper flip-flops shoes going, “woo woo, chugga chugga coo coo”
-Skinny jeans are a bad choice to wear when you are getting a pedicure—your pants will only roll up so far
-Be prepared to bite your lip when your feet are exfoliated—it will tickle something fierce and giggling, “teehee” will just make you sound like a lunatic
-You seem cheap if you don’t tip the manicurist, and fuzzy candy from the bottom of your purse doesn’t count
-When the manicurist grabs your shoes and purse they are just moving them for you, so yelling, and “Stop thief!” is very bad, don’t ask me how I know
-Yelling “Ouch!” every time the manicurist touches a toe nail is only funny for the first 4 or 5 times
-It’s probably not a good idea to bring a rubber ducky or toy boat for the foot soak tub, toys are frowned on in nail salons
-Don’t wait until your toe nails are 4 inches long, just to give them something to work with
-Don’t ask the manicurist, “So I hear people who work with feet have a thing for feet, you don’t want to suck on my toes or anything do ya?"
Next week I’m going for my first facial, I’ll let you know how it goes.
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