June 5, 2008

• My feet are so over the shoes I'm wearing today.  And it's only 9:30.  Not that they're some crazy 5-inch heels or anything.  Just plain, old, slip-on loafers.  I think my feet are just being picky today.

   

  In other appendage-related news, I feel I've been absolutely duped in the fingernail accoutrements department.  Last weekend I decided to try another nail salon to correct the problems I encountered with the initial application of what was supposed to be gel overlay on my nails.  The good thing is that she seemed to do a better job on the filling portion of the program.  But when she got to the filing and shaping…Houston, we have a problem.  Or two. 

   

  I would have preferred it if she trimmed the length down (I find myself typing with the tips of my nails this week).  And seven little johnnies (whoops, johnny?  Anyone?) she gave me a file cut.  Like a paper cut, but caused by the edge of her file.  Maybe I should have left then, but I just refused to let her touch that finger again.  (The finger is fine now, there were complications from that infliction).

   

  I did more research on the topic Sunday when I got home, as a friend suggested that even gel nails come from a powder.  This comment refuted the research I had previously done on the subject.  Turns out that gel nails do indeed start out as a gel and involve no powder (even though gel is still technically a form of acrylic).  So what I thought I had done was not what I had done at all. 

   

  So I'm fixing to take them all off here this week.  I'm especially concerned about the one finger that has a tip on it because the initial tech thought the nail was too short.  So off they come!  After I buff off the UV top coat that is resistant to acetone.  And then take a soak in that thar acetone for a spell.  The last time I went through this process I was a junior in high school (after prom).  I spilled the acetone on the palazzo pants (my favorites at the time) I was wearing, which ruined them because they were a synthetic material.  I'll not be making that mistake again.

   

  My next nail appointment will be with someone who actually does gel nails and with whom I can clearly communicate.  I think perhaps someone at my regular hair salon, no matter the expense (which it will have, I'm sure).  It doesn't make sense to keep wasting money on the wrong thing.  Which didn't happen last weekend, as the cutter did not charge me on account of cutting me, thank goodness.  But all I can think of today is "I want these things off already!"

   

  I keep hearing about the NKOTB concert on the radio.  And admittedly, I want to go!  Maybe it won't fill that hole I have in my heart from not being allowed to go as a pre-teen.  But I think it would be a hoot never the less.  Can an all growsd up Joey McIntyre pull off the falsetto to do justice to Please Don't Go Girl???  Inquiring minds want to know!

   

  Last night I finally took the time to catch up on some TiVo.  I finally watched the episodes of Lipstick Jungle that I've been holding onto since March.  It was enjoyable, although I found myself thinking "Do people really live lives like these?"  Like, are there real life people that are essentially mirror images of these characters?  To some extent, there must be some basis in reality, but in the same breath it would be irresponsible of me to think that they could be entirely based on real people.  But loosely based; very loosely.  It also got me wondering what shows will be coming back in the fall.  October Road???

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