Day 286-MET-I Used To Do My Own Nails

I could do this but it looks so much prettier when they do it!

I’ve been doing my own fingernails since I was twelve years old (maybe younger) but lately I’ve decided that the salons do a much better job. I spent tons of money on polish, gemstones, decorator kits, stickers and whatnot, all to try and copy what they can do. Most of the time I got lots of compliments and people would remark that I did a great job, saying they could never hand paint tiny designs like that. As I’ve grown older, I don’t want to mess with it as much, plus, I would rather have gel nails most of the time and the salons just do it better and faster than I can. Oh, I have the equipment and all, my results just don’t look as professional.

Lately, I’ve been sorta sad about my increase of gray hair and I’ve been curious about whether I should keep coloring, just let it go or do it at home myself. It’s kind of like the nail thing, I know the salon does a better job, but it’s so expensive! Now, I know a lot of you ladies would say, just fugetaboutit…everyone goes gray sooner than later. It’s like fighting wrinkles, a never ending battle, but I’m just not ready! Remember, I’m a fifty-six- year old rocker that still likes going to concerts and parties, I don’t want my grandkids to call me grandma, and I like my nails to have color on them at all times! Gray hair is just not part of the deal in my book…not yet anyway.

My salon professional said I barely had any gray that she could see, but I say she was just being nice. I have a tiny fountain of it coming out of the top of my head and my sideburns look like salt and pepper. Not as distinguished on a woman as a man, let me tell you. I was at the local Walgreen’s the other day, and I spotted this cool kit that lets you not only dye but adds highlights as well. It was under $20 and I just thought, “I have to get that!” but I still haven’t done it yet. I used to dye my own hair a long time ago, when I was young and brave, I wonder can I do it again without turning my ears red or brown, or blinding myself in the process.

I don’t know about you guys, but I refuse to go down without a fight. I want to appear young for as long as I can pull it off, I just want to do it at a discounted price. 😉


Day 225-MET-(my essay tuesday)-I Got an Ab Lounger

Yesterday I was looking around in my email and came across an ad in my local neighborhood app for a free ab lounger. After reading the reviews on this worthless piece of exercise equipment, I now know why they were giving it away. Still, I want to give it a try, I thought…it was free after all.

The magical Ab Lounger

So I see the ad and I notice the time is ten minutes to five and think, I have just enough time to drive down the street, pick it up and get back before my hubby gets home. Well, that’s not how it went. By the way, the hubs HATES me bringing other people’s crap home, so you can see my dilemma. Anyway, I was determined to have it, so after contacting the “sellers” I plugged in the address to my GPS and found that I would make it there and back in no time flat. I didn’t even close the garage door, that’s how convinced I was that it would be a quick transaction. So, I get to the guy’s house, as promised, the ab lounger is on his front porch. The thing is bigger than I thought and what’s more, it cannot be folded down any smaller. Did I mention I drive a Dodge Challenger?

After fumbling around on the porch for a minute trying to figure out how to fold this thing smaller, during which time some rusty water oozed out of one of the metal legs on the thing, the fellow comes out to greet me, and he and his wife attempt to help me wrestle this contraption into my car. Actually, he took one look at my car and said, “Uh, this is not gonna fit in that” to which I replied, “Are you sure we can’t fit it in the trunk?” all the while panicking inside at the thought that time is running out and the hubs would soon be home. “Well, lets take a look,” the guy says and I open the trunk.

Ten minutes later, a very reluctant husband and I went back for the piece of crap, this time with the truck. The lady kindly had put it in the back yard and came out to assist us, while holding her dog in the back yard to prevent it from bolting down the street. The hubs kindly loaded it and we placed it on my patio until I find a better place for it. (like someone else’s house) I tried it out immediately and was pleased at how easy it was to use. Unfortunately, the motion hurt my right knee, but I figured I can reposition it and concentrate on the abs like I’m supposed to. I have no idea how many I’m to do to feel anything, so I start out small and do about 25 crunches and call it a day. Now, don’t think I am one of those people who believes the gimmick that all I have to do is a few crunches in this thing and my body will magically transform into a beach ready body overnight. I also eat right (most of the time) and do other exercises like walking and swimming (when I feel like it) and truly believe the lie I tell myself that I will make time to use the new contraption.

Now I’m trying to decide if I can wrestle it into the house and where would I put it if I did, because I am not giving in that easy, just because I read some bad reviews on it. Besides, I have to show the hubs that I didn’t bring this other person’s junk into my home for nothing, I vowed that I would use it and become svelte for summer. Did I also neglect to mention that I am four foot nine and weigh 102 jiggly pounds and I just turned 56? Oh well, if nothing else, I’ll have an extra chair with which to catch some rays by the pool in, and maybe I’ll get a crunch or two in at the same time. 😉