(I thought I had hit 'publish' before going to bed last night---I didn't. That's how tired I was, so I really have no idea what I was talking about)
For the record, I am alive and well, just very busy right now and have not been able to blog much. (I do have a couple of recipes that I've tried and they turned out good--by that I mean, looked good and tasted good. I took pictures and I just haven't been able to post them. I'll get to that soon, I hope)
But tonight, as I am getting ready for bed---it's late and I'm tired--- I am pondering the pedicure.
Let me tell you why--
but first, I have to state: I love a pedicure. I usually do a spa pedicure when I can. Awww....a whole hour of foot rubs/massages and hot wax and oils and soothing water and dim lights and soft music.
You get the picture. I do love them.
But it seems that in the past few weeks, I've had 3 friends, mention getting pedicures with their daughters.
I have 4 sons. The are all grown now, but of course I have never and will never get pedicures with them. Maybe their wives? I don't know. Why does one get a pedicure with their daughter? My mom never got one with me.
I am confused and out of the loop. Of course, I am not a girly-girl either. I know that. I'm not a tom-boy, but, give me a good pair of jeans and book, a garden, friends to have dinner with, a nice bottle of wine, I am happy. Even happier when I have grand babies to play with and read to.
I guess a better way to say it is that I am not high maintenance. Until I order a meal at a restaurant, according to my husband --but that's another story.
My boys have left me with a sophomoric sense of humor that I cannot get rid of, no matter what.
A little old lady--from church nonetheless--who is also on the library board with me, told me the other day that her husband was cooking up some "balls" for supper.
Yep...some good old balls. She actually said this.
Living in Northern Nevada this is not unusual, but most of the time we say "Rocky Mountain Oysters". (I have never had them by the way. I'm game for most things, but I don't know about these.)
Anyway, I about bit my tongue off, trying not to laugh when she said they were having balls for supper.
I credit my boys with that legacy---laughing at stupid stuff at inappropriate times. (I told you, it's late, so forgive me)
Back to pedicures tho--why is it a social experience for some and a solitary experience for others? I am feeling a bit left out, since I don't have a daughter to ask to go with me. But what does one talk about during a pedicure? Corns? Bunions? Ingrown toenails?
I'M KIDDING, I'M KIDDING. I don't have those things. Yet.
I'm thinking of inviting my daughters-in-law to get pedicures with me next time we're together. Do you think they will---out of obligation? Because who really wants to have a pedicure with your mother-in-law?
Maybe it's the thing tho! I'm missing out on this whole social experience of group pedicures!
(sigh) I think I'd rather stick with the spa pedicure. I am a more meditative personality. Alone, seclusion, relaxation.
I think I'd feel obligated to keep up a running conversation with someone if they were with me---doesn't that ruin the whole experience?
I think I'm jealous, that's it. Sadie? Mara? Tara? Pedicures at the next family get-together?
Do you do group pedicures? Beauty experiences? Spa's?
Not that you'd remember, but I have coffee every Tuesday morning with my friend Debbie E. She puts on her make-up while we visit. Just sits on the couch and puts it on. I watch. I don't like putting on make-up in front of people. While Debbie E, has a routine with brushes and pots with powder and blushes and eye stuff and creams--I do a 3-minute rush as I'm walking out the door to work.
I need my beauty sleep....
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