Life Out Here

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Friday, October 28, 2005

Random junk

I'm finally getting tougher in my old age. I was waiting for this happen. People said it would, but it hadn't happened. Until yesterday.

In my post about my lovely weekend in Poulsbo, I neglected to mention the bad manicure experience. I'm hesitant to get manicures, because 3 out of the 4 I've had have been flat out painful. But when mom was here visiting we got dueling manicures and the girl who did mine was wonderful. It didn't hurt at all. She was very, very gentle. So my faith was renewed.

Until Saturday. The whole process was painful. The woman scalded my fingertips, ripped off my cuticles, talked non stop about how she's been doing this for 17 years and how a woman who used to work for her in Georgia never wore underware (she used very descriptive words that I won't use here because my mother reads this), etc. But I'm a good girl who doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, so I didn't say anything. Until yesterday.

I wrote a very nice email to the salon praising the women who had taken care of me, but I also detailed how vulgar and mean the manicurist was. I ended the email with "I just wanted you to know that, while you've worked so hard to create a relaxing and soothing environment, you have one employee who is spitting and curing on it." So there.

Then last night Steve ordered Thai food for us and although he specified "extremely mild" on my dish, it was "extremely spicy". After 2 bites my mouth throbbed. Normally, a few weeks ago, I would have plowed through it thinking I was just a wussy and the spice would be a good weight loss technique - I'd never be able to eat too much! But not last night! I called the restaraunt back and told them I couldn't eat the dish because it literally hurt. The woman said "Oh! They must have misunderstood! We'll cook you a new one and run it right over!" And they did. And it was wonderful. I don't even think they spit in it.

Look at me! I've never been one to send something back or complain. But's too short. I like Thai food, and if I'm paying for it (or Steve is paying for it) I want to be able to eat it! And I don't want the manicurist that I'm paying top dollar for to use the word "coochie" with me or burn my fingers! Is that asking too much?!

Another random thought:
I bought a straightening iron. Those who know me know that my hair is so thick it's always big. Despite any product I may use. When I was visiting Dee Dee in January, I made the comment that Kristin's hair is always soooo smooth and shiny. I wish I had hair like that! Kristin told me (and yes, I'm sharing your secret) she uses a straightening iron on it. Well! Who'd have thought! I'd been using a curling iron, which was working okay, but a straightening iron! That's a whole different ballgame. So I bought one. And it's the best $30 I've spent lately. Good thing I bought it too, because my curling iron fell apart, literally, a week later.

And I now think of Kristin every morning when I'm straightening my hair. It appears longer because it's not all bunched up, and it's so smooth. Man. It's the little things, ya know?

Friday night plans:
It's Lisa's birthday, so we're meeting the group for a casual dinner then some bowling and drinking. I haven't bowled in a while, but the last time I went I got a few strikes in a row. Regardless, as long as I beat Steve I'm happy. And that's hard because for some odd reason, he is REALLY good at bowling. I think he's got some white trash in him.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm glad the straightener is working out for ya! Isn't it wonderful?!? I don't know how I ever lived w/out one. I guess I just had many bad hair days.

8:24 AM  

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