If you think working 100+ hours a week, coupled with the fact that the grandkids are out of town on their annual snow trip to Big Bear, won’t leave me with any time to get in trouble, think again.
With all the hours I’ve been working, I’ve put other lesser items on hold — like having a life. I haven’t been eating too healthy. I thought maybe with a day where I didn’t have to go into the office, I could correct that. I made sure to include dairy, grain and fruit — ice cream topped with granola and blueberries. (Couponman found a flat of blueberries for $1.) Can’t beat those antioxidants.
I awoke this weekend, looking down at one of my favorite things — my nail beds. I saw that my nails were two-toned, not because the polish had been applied fancy-like, but because they’d grown out that much. One of my three favorite things— my ears, my ankles, and my nail beds — were in trouble.
Cathi had put the fear of the Dremel into me about having the gel polish ground off. That sounded too harsh. There’s nothing worse than going through life knowing with one little swirl of a machine, I could be reduced to only two favorite things about me. On the web, I found a home solution — ten cotton balls soaked in acetone, applied to the nail bed, wrapped in aluminum foil for twenty minutes. I even had all the necessary ingredients. The first hand of fingers was relatively easy. The second not so. My plans of working while I waited quickly turned to sitting very still and catching up on my DVR recordings. Twenty minutes would give me enough time at warp speed to watch the two-hour taping of American Idol. However, even the fast forward buttons were difficult to maneuver around.
Next on my agenda, my hair. The last good haircut I had involved the expensive far-away guy in Sherman Oaks, a few snips of my own to equalize what he did that I didn’t like, corrective surgery by my niece who’d finished twelve weeks of beauty college before quitting, and someone sitting behind me at church. My husband knows when I spend too long behind bathroom doors I’m either sleeping (in the tub) or snipping. Yesterday was no different. The scariest part is the back. I can’t see it at all. I just feel the hair hitting my neck.
Okay, so on my tight schedule this coming week, I’m working in a nail and hair appointment. Maybe between 2 and 4 a.m.























Cheezy called to ask for my wonton recipe — a Super Bowl favorite. They take forever to make, and are gone in an instant. But they did encourage lots of family togetherness. “You want wontons,” I’d say. “Then your going to have to help.” We’d sit lined up along the family room coffee table and make them on an assembly line. One would be the baller, one would dip her finger in the cup of water and trace the perimeter of the wrapper, and a couple would be crimpers. It’s nice to know they are being made and enjoyed by someone’s hands other than mine.