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Beauty Week

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This week has been all about me.

Monday I got my hair colored. Tuesday I had my nails manicured and eyebrows waxed.

Now all I need is a pedicure. The last time I did that the guy soaked my feet and then came out with a huge cheese grater for my callouses. How embarrassing! I think I’ll do my feet at home from now on.

I really like the salon I go to, well let me back up there. I really like how my nails turn out at the salon I go to. The salon has a lot to be desired. Most of the time when I’m sitting getting my nails filed a mangy shih tzu with a flat face and sleep encrusted eyes jumps up on my lap. Now don’t get me wrong I like dogs and all that, but this one really gives me the creeps. I don’t like the way it just walks around and jumps up on laps like she owns the place. I assume she is a she because of the mangled pink bow on the top of her tangled head of hair.

The mother of the owner of the salon tried to sell me a weight loss supplement last time. Her accent is so thick at least that is what I thought she was saying. She kept pointing at the packet and then at my stomach telling me I could get rid of it by drinking this stuff. Oh, yeah, that’s really something I’m going to do. I have a cocktail of psychiatric drugs flowing through my system, but I would try a concoction with a friendly face and lotus blossoms on the front just to lose a pound. I know you are thinking I considered it; well I did, but only for a minute! Honestly. And when she’s not pedaling weight loss magic she’s selling egg rolls.

Today was for my beautiful brain; I went to see my psychologist.

Blizzard Conditions

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Ever ended up in a ditch during a blizzard?  I did.

That would’ve been enough for one weekend I think, but oh no, it didn’t begin there.  Being forced into a ditch was only the middle of the trip from hell.  I’ve had some pretty bad days in my life as you can imagine and this was one of my worst.

Let me start at the beginning with driving in freezing fog.  I had the defrost on full blast to help keep the windshield from completely freezing over.

Next there was the aforementioned blizzard.  Snow packed roads and two accidents.

I finally got off the highway only to experience near white out conditions. That is when a Subaru came hurling towards me spinning out of control and forced me into a ditch. I held it together for long enough to call AAA, but after that it was not a pretty sight.  I called John and burst into tears.  I had done everything right the whole trip, I had been so strong and careful, but a sympathetic voice broke through the dam.

I sat there for about 20 minutes until miraculously a man that owned a ranch down the road drove his tractor to me and pulled my car out!  Seriously this happened! Surely my luck had turned.

I took off again, this time the weather slowly got better.  All I had to deal with were a few white out ground blizzards because of the 50 mph wind gusts.  No problem.

I arrived at my destination, found the place easily and pulled in.  I took a couple of deep breaths and reflected just how strong I was during that ordeal.  I had gone through hell and managed to make it out the other side.

Feeling triumphant, although a little shaky, I opened the car door. The wind caught it and it hit the car beside me.

Standing Up

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In an ongoing attempt to get rid of the “middle aged spread” I am getting a stand up desk at work. The office is a buzz with this new piece of futuristic equipment!  I’m not sure why it is such a renegade idea.  So many professions stand all day long.  Waitresses, pharmacists, factory workers, cashiers…the list could be as long as this page.

It hasn’t come yet, but I am getting ready for it’s arrival.  I have ordered a chef’s mat with shock absorbent qualities and arch supports for my shoes.  Not only will it help my health (weight) it will solve that annoying problem of getting up and down from my chair every two minutes to help a student or a parent at the counter.

The anticipation of it’s arrival is killing me!  I’ll let you know as soon as it arrives and begins to transform my life in every aspect!

Cool Assurance

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I was driving 20 mpg  in a school zone outside of the local high school . Two girls, without looking, just walked into the street and in front of my car.

Braking, I said out loud, “Now that takes confidence!”

At first I was annoyed at the arrogance, but the more I thought it turned into envy.  I would love to have that kind of confidence  to walk across the road without feeling I may be flattened by the first car that the driver’s eyes were off the road reaching into their purse for a chapstick.

Breaking Bad in Bed

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Last Saturday I hurt my back by sitting on the floor against the couch.  I was showing John new photos I’d had printed from the computer.  I hadn’t done it in three years or so, I had over 200. Sitting there for only five minutes I felt my lower back begin to strain.

When I finally did get up I started to complain.  Long story short I spent the next day in bed with  ice/heat every 20 minutes and a therapeutic dosage of ibuprofen.

I had to get to work on Monday!  The hammer was coming down on that nagging co-worker I’m always going on about.  I did end up at work only to find out the hammer wasn’t coming until Wednesday!

Alison was great nursing me all day.  John gives it a good try too, but he has such a military bedside manner. Barking out questions:

“Need anything?”  “Here, take this.” “Hungry?” “What do you need?”

Happy ending; rest in bed and a Breaking Bad binge!

To Fold or Not to Fold

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I can only do my laundry in stages. Maybe it’s me or my ADHD  (maybe everyone else does their laundry this way and I am being paranoid as usual).

I do it all on Saturdays or Sundays and sometimes both.  Sort, wash, dry, fold and put away (SWDFPA).  I can’t do it after 4:00 because it will sit and mildew in the washer, too late to get through the SWDFPA cycle.  It’s a regimented chaotic system I have developed.

So, at the end of a long weekend day of SWDFPA, I don’t always get to fold the monstrous pile on the bed.  That really sucks when one has had their allocated two glasses of wine and decides to finally throw in the towel (no pun intended) and go to bed.

It is a vicious circle, a “Catch 22” if you will.  I want to flop into bed because of the laundry yet can’t, because of the laundry.

This is when the fight of wills ensues.  Pull all the clothes to one side and go to bed anyway? It’s worked before…..  Transfer them to the couch? No, I would be a hypocrite. (My husband puts dried clothes on the living room couch which is the reason I will murder him one day.)

Do you know that folding clothes after a couple of glasses of wine really wrecks a good buzz?

Cling Wrap – Who Hates It?

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Let me give you a little back story. I had been to the warehouse store and purchased some chicken, pork chops and other assorted bulk meats.  The best way to handle this project is to open the packets and wrap the meat in individual portions and put it in the freezer.

To do that you must use cling wrap, really nothing else does the job. Today after multiple mishaps and abrasions I realized with a few verbal expletives that I hate cling wrap! Should I have the read the warning on the box?

CAUTION: SHARP CUTTING EDGE (no shit!) Sorry, I wasn’t able to keep the few verbal expletives out of this post. It is so dangerous they had to spell the caution out in three languages!

The box says “CLINGS TIGHT WITHOUT A FIGHT” (cute, but totally untrue).  I’m reading the box now which is so hard to do when your eyes are rolling in the back of your head with contempt.

Easy to Handle it says, Push Tabs to Hold in Place (with your third hand) it says and Tear wrap up and across.

It should say scrape your knuckles on the serrated edge to grasp the roll because it wasn’t held in place by the “tabs”.  Use your fading vision to find the edge of the wrap and pull over the aforementioned serrated edge. Tear wrap up and across serrating your thumb while trying to pull the wrap from the razor sharp edge.

Trying to get it to lie flat to put the meat on is another paragraph that I’m sure you don’t feel like reading. (How did this get so long anyway?)

Cling wrap should not be confused with Glad’s close to the second coming of Christ – Press’n Seal . Press’n Seal is a miracle in itself for using as a replacement for lost tupperware lids.

Nothing to Salvage

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Anything to salvage?

No.

I had an idea and rushed to the laptop typing quickly before I forgot.

It just poured out of me.  The first few paragraphs felt like they meant something, but then it just went downhill from there.  I kept writing anyway, forcing words through my fingertips.

I didn’t even read over it before I clicked save and went to do some housework or something.

I’ve just now gone back to it, thus this post.

Cheering Up

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Wondering…can you write something to cheer yourself up?

I need some cheering up today.  It’s been an up and down week for me.  I know it’s nothing new but I keep expecting it to be.  Eternal optimism is a double edged sword.

I’m listening to some great music.  I have wine.  I actually took a break and watched an entire movie this afternoon.  I did no laundry and had a good laugh with my sister.

I’ve done all the right things. I am feeling a bit better.

So, “Yes “, to my original question.

Peace of Mind

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It wasn’t so bad at first.  I could cope with the gum smacking and the loud voice.  Well, actually that is a lie.  Nice, I’ve started out my maudlin plea with a lie.  I hate this person…how’s that for the truth? I’ll start out again.

Six months ago it began.  It wasn’t so bad at first.  A little loud and talked a lot, but as time went on more annoying and downright obnoxious behavior surfaced.  A flippant attitude to the kids, talking with mouth full, sweats stuffed into slippers, loud personal calls, gossiping and on and on and on.

All of this only three feet from my desk. I have to force myself not to roll my eyes and sigh half the day.

How is a quiet, polite, professional, anxiety ridden bipolar II woman supposed to handle this day in and day out? Seven hours a day!  I am either a zombie or a nervous wreck by the time I get home.

My doctor thinks the combination of this person and my friend dying has been too much on my poor little brain and it’s buckling under the added stress.  Unnecessary anxiety attacks.

I’m tired of persevering.  I don’t know whether I deserve it or not, but I just want a little peace of mind.