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Saturday, January 12, 2008
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The Pampered Self
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Imagine the most comfortable position you could be in. A soft cushy chair, a cool down blanket, a warm rice bag by your toes, a box of white cheddar cheezits just waiting to be eaten, and a crackling fire in the hearth.
That's me right now.
Everyone is gone. My family has gone shopping. Dinner is over and clean-up is done. The lights are all out and I'm all alone. *smiles* It's the first time in months.
Today, I pampered myself. Since injuring my back last week, I've been in mild pain almost constantly. Sometimes I can forget it, but it's there still.
For me, looking sloppy makes me feel lousy. I feel better when I'm dressed up. So you can understand, I'm sure, that with high heels off limits, and a good excuse to slack off, I've slaceked off in the hair/makeup/stockings department and made myself pretty depressed. Well, depressed isn't the right word. In the mood to pamper myself is really how I felt this morning.
I slept in this morning, which I never do. Or rather, I woke at five and lay in bed until eight finishing a book I've been reading. Then, after I knew James and Mom had left (because Jbear's working today and they leave at 7:30 or so), I got a shower, and came downstairs. I still hadn't decided what to do today, but I knew I had chores to do before I could leave the house. Mom swapped out with me. I usually clean the bathrooms and she does thekitchen. But since I can't lean over to scrub the tub for a while, we switched.
Around ten o'clock, having finished chores and seen my dad off to the nearest plumbing store (he had chores today too), I set off for my favorite hair salon.
I never make appointments. This is good and bad. Good in that I'm never committed ot being there at a specific time and therefore can change plans or mind at will. Bad in that no one is expecting me and I must decide whether to wait for Janice to have a free moment, or let Marla cut my hair. Today I chose Marla and she did fine. I'll post pics tomorrow when my hair is decent looking.
Then I made off for the nearest Wawa for a cappuccino and donuts. So very unhealthy, but it tastes great!
I went and spent an hour getting my nails done at the mall. I love getting my nails done. They look so pretty when they're done. Today I really splurged and got French tips. I always used to bite my nails, so they never look very good unless I get acrylic tips put on. Then I just feel prettier and my hands are less embarrassed to show themselves. Sounds silly, but I'm a girl. We have our vanities. Mine are nails.
So, with a new haircut, fresh nail polish and time to hang around, I browsed the nearby shops at the mall. Not too many, since I did have other things to do today. I was glad I decided to exit the mall through JCPenneys, because I found a whole new outfit on sale like 70% off! Well, I say whole outfit. I mean sweater and skirt. Butit's an adorable skirt. Black and white plaid and just my size, which is unusual in itself.
So I bought it. Don't ask me why it didn't occur to me that I handed the cashier $40 when I should have handed him $20. I didn't realize it until I got to my car and took out the receipt when I found that, lo and behold, the skirt had come up $20 more than the price tag which was clearly marked right above the barcode.
Usually, I let things like that pass. But usually it's only a dollar or so. Today, I didn't let it pass. I got back in line and waited again. It had been rather a long line the first time, and it was rather long again now. But the guy remembered me. (If he hadn't, I'd have serious doubts about his memory. I'd only been gone five minutes.) And he fixed it up so I had my twenty bucks back.
Then I went and spent it on shoes at Walmart. I told you I'd get them sooner or later. But that's all I really got there of any interest. Nothing to report. It's Walmart. What do you expect? It's the same at every Walmart across the country.
So I get home, and pull out these great shoes to show my mom, and all she says is "those are the same shoes I bought." (I thought they were cute when she bought them too. I still do.) They're so extremely comfortable. I think I'll wear them to work.
And so after all this, I sit here with the fire now only a faint crackle and my box of cheezits almost empty, thinking I'd better end this post pretty soon before I either get kicked offline for the fourth time since beginning this epistle or drive myself crazy trying to correct all the typos induced by these stupid pretty nails that don't let you push less than two buttons at a time. |
posted by cori
1/12/2008 07:24:00 PM
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| Sounds like some kind of sports thing, but in reality, the ShugaBowl is just a little hideaway for me, Sugarcube herself, to let loose my thoughts and occasional creativeness. |
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