My Trip to the "Spa"

Remember this guy? If you ever watched Seinfeld, you are probably well-acquainted with the Soup Nazi. I never was a huge fan of the show (didn't quite get the humor; maybe I was too young for it hehe), but I definitely know who the Soup Nazi is. In fact, I now know who is twin sister is too. She works in a salon in Bixby, OK; she gives pedicures.

Now, I am one of those people who considers a pedicure a rare treat, almost a reward, if you will. I go for the leg massage. I go for relaxing the hot towel wrap and sea salt scrub. I do not go just to have my nails painted. I can paint them at home. Yes, they will probably be sloppy, but I will have saved my hard-earned money.

Anyway, my friend Elle and I went to get pedicures yesterday, a plan we conjured up when we learned the boys would be spending the day on the golf course and doing other very manly things. That was fine with us; a day at "the spa" and shopping would suit us just fine. Now which "spa" should we choose? Mind you, I am using the term "spa" very loosely here. 

Naturally, we chose one in close proximity to THE yogurt shop because if we couldn't sip champagne while having our toes done, then yogurt would be the next best choice. So, yogurt in hand, we sat down in our spa chairs to have our spa pedicures, and the beautician thrusts the menu in our faces. Yes, there are 8 pedicures to choose from, and they start with having your toenails painted for $23 to having your toenails painted for $53, and I chose to have mine painted for $28 plus tip. And that's exactly what I got. I got my nails painted and a whole lot of attitude from the Spa Nazi. Wait, I didn't order the hateful pedicure, just the deluxe pedicure, which apparently comes with a side of  anger. I even wondered to myself at one point if I might be on candid camera. I guess I wasn't, and Belle and I sure had fun anyway. Next time I visit the Spa Nazi, I will definitely say yes to the flower she was wanting to paint on my toe.

 

We're Off to the Races

Remember when I first started this blog and I told you that one of the things that I would post about often is my commitment to raise money for Susan G. Komen this year by participating in the 3 day? Well, I wasn't lying! I'll try to make this snappy, but I just wanted to let you know that I am registered! Yea! Our team (Colby, Sara, Aubra, and Amy) has made the commitment to raise $12,000 between now and August. Yes, I am aware that is A LOT of money, but we have some fun things planned to help get people to "join us" on this journey. Plus, I am hoping that anyone who is not local and would not be able to attend any fundraising events in the area would check out my fundraising site (the link is on the top, right side of the page) and make a donation. Any amount helps! Thanks!

P.S. Let me know if you want to join our team!

They Say the Darndest Things

I just got home from doing an admission at a nursing home, and I have to let you in on the funniest thing I heard all day...

I was talking to two other nurses when a resident of the nursing home walked up to one of them, put her hand on the nurse's right breast and started making small motions...around and around and around. I don't know why, but the nurse didn't stop her. The resident finally looked up at the nurse and said, "when's the baby due?"

I had to walk away; I was laughing hysterically. Cute, aren't they?

My Unfavorite Part of the Day

Anyone who lives in Oklahoma or any of  the other 20+ states that have been affected by this lovely ice storm knows that it is not only miserably cold out there, but also downright treacherous and unsafe. I would estimate that there is a 3-4 inch solid sheet of ice covering our yard, our street, and our driveway- our hill of a driveway. Please remember, we are the ones who had to park the u-haul in the street when we moved in because it couldn't get up the drive, and I am pretty sure there is still a gash in the concrete from the attempts that we made anyway. 

So, needless to say, today was a "snow day," for me and for Josh. Not that some truly ambitious and overly eager employees did not report to work; they did, but we were not among them. Call me crazy, but when all employees are told that the office is closed due to the weather and for their safety, why would some people still choose to go there? Furthermore, when said employees called this afternoon wanting me to slide down the driveway and halfway across the state to the downtown area to do something that could (technically) wait til tomorrow, I almost had a panic attack. Ugh.

Yes, we have had the day at home, and I am thankful for that although I have done absolutely nothing to show for it. I did shower, yea for me. Josh, on the other hand, in an attempt to be more productive than his wife, decided he would catch up on his laundry. No, I don't do his laundry. All the chores are split 50/50 in this house. I guess that is the benefit of getting married later and not yet having children.

So, Josh carries all of his stuff into the laundry room, and I can hear him grumbling before he even gets both feet across the threshold. I am notorious for leaving laundry in the dryer for days, even weeks, until he comes along after me and piles my last load on the bed, forcing me to fold it. Well, today was no different, other than the fact that there was a clean load in a basket on the floor, a clean load in the dryer, and a once clean but now moldy load in the washer. Apparently, I had washed a few things on Sunday and never moved them over. Now, not only are they horribly smelly and moldy, but the lamp cord cover that I washed, is now tangled around some sort of washer mechanism that makes the machine go round and round. 

Josh starts trying to untangle the cord mess without any luck. So, he tells me that I better come fix it, or he is just going to cut it out of there- as if that makes any sense. So, I say, "Get out of my way and let me fix it because I don't want you to cut my stuff." Gladly, he leaves the room, only to come back in 5 minutes to fix it himself since I am not done yet. He tells me he wants to do it, and I say,"No, I am working on it." So, he says, "well, I want to do it." When I tell him no again and he argues back to me, I think, "Are we really arguing over who "gets to" fix the washing machine?" So once again, I retreat to the other room, where, in the midst of my blog stalking, I can hear him mumbling/cussing under his breath. Mind you, he is a redhead, and all that entails, and he is getting more and more upset by the second; I mean REALLY upset. And now I can hear him getting into the tool box and starting to "mess with" the mechanism (whatever it may be). Terrified for the safety of our machinery, I return to the laundry room to kick him out again, and this time I rescue the fully intact cord cover from the washing machine, only to say to my husband, "I told you it didn't need to be cut."

Moral of the story: Don't EVER put a lamp cord cover in your washing machine. Oh and don't put a queen size comforter in there either. I learned that in college. By the way, in case you are wondering, the cover needed to be cleaned because our kitten/cat locked himself in the bathroom over the weekend and, without access to the litterbox, had to find someplace else to go.

Meet the Team Part Deux

Ladies and gents, I have recruited another team member! Yea! It is my sweet younger brother, Colby, and I am so excited he has decided to walk with us. Now, we need a fourth; otherwise, I will have to share a tent with a stranger....how awkward would that be?!?! Colby was on the crew for the last walk I did. I think he had fun, but he doesn't want to risk being assigned to trash duty again for this one. So, he decided to walk this time!

P.S. We have some team name ideas...We could be the chestNUTS, the Wittie Titties, Operation Save 2nd Base, or the Pink Pirates (since pirates seem to be a family theme). Do yall like any of these ideas? Any other ideas?