The in-grown toenail digging Asian woman, and the pros and cons of free airline tickets
I am tired, people. I have had a long day of doing nothing.
First, I slept until 11:00. Even that was somewhat stressful, since I had nightmares all night long. I dreamt that Tim and I had a huge fight and split up. Then, after leaving the house with my packed bags, I was kidnapped and put on some sort of train. After bailing off the moving train, I had a miscarriage. Then I ate some pancakes. Sweet dreams, huh?
Once I woke up I cleaned up a little, but not much. By cleaned up a little, I mean I threw in a load of laundry and started a load of dishes. I will fold the laundry and maybe put the dishes up at some point tonight. While they were cleaning, I went across town in search of pancakes. My mouth has been watering for pancakes for about three weeks now, and last night's pancake dream put me over the edge. So I ate a late breakfast at IHOP.
Then I went in search a floor mat to put in front of my kitchen sink, but I couldn't find one that didn't cost $40. I'm not paying $40 for that.
So I looked at baby stuff at Target for a while, but couldn't find anything I wanted to buy. I thought finding out that it was a boy would send me into ultra intense shopping mode, but I still don't know what to buy. I would love to find one cool thing that was designed exclusively for a boy. (Alas, I have already stocked up on blue onesies.)
Then I decided to go get my hair cut, but couldn't find any place that didn't have a long wait. I had no appointment, you see.
So I decided to get a pedicure. I have only had one in my life, and that was the day before my wedding. I didn't particularly care for the feeling of having the actual pedicuring done, but I loved the way my feet looked and felt once it was done. Since I'm going to be walking around San Francisco next week, possibly in sandals, I thought I should do it again. I went to the same nail shop where I had a manicure done back some months ago.
When I opened the door, I realized that the non-English speaking Vietnamese people who had been running the place were gone. It has been taken over by uppity white people. No can do! I turned around and walked out. Only non-English speaking Asians touch these feet. I need to feel distanced from the person who scrapes off my toe jam.
So I drove until I found a run-down looking nail shop, and went inside. Asians. SCORE. And their price was $10 cheaper than the uppity white people. The girl did speak English, but she was super nice, and she said that her favorite thing to do is to dig out in-grown toenails. She went on and on about how much she enjoyed it.
Anyway, my feet look fantastic and feel great, and I'm not afraid to wear sandals or flip-flops now.
We leave for Nesbit Monday morning. We're flying out of Memphis Tuesday morning. My grandfather retired from American Airlines many years ago, but we still get his retiree benefits, one of which is free tickets. The thing is that they're standby tickets, so it's important to fly out of airports that have a lot of flights. That way if you get bumped from one, you can get on another, hopefully. There weren't as many flights leaving from Jackson, MS as there were in Memphis. I guess this proves that we are so repulsed by the thought of going into New Orleans that we will literally drive 4 hours longer to avoid it. We're still probably going to get stuck in Dallas, but that's just part of flying standby. I've spent many hours sitting in the Dallas-Fort Worth airport waiting for a flight. It hasn't killed me yet, but it did come close one time, thanks to my wise old gramma's decision to take two small children from Sacramento to Memphis via DFW on standby tickets WITH NO CASH FOR FOOD. We were there for over 24 hours without eating. Crazy woman.
I'm stuffing my purse with Nabs this time.
First, I slept until 11:00. Even that was somewhat stressful, since I had nightmares all night long. I dreamt that Tim and I had a huge fight and split up. Then, after leaving the house with my packed bags, I was kidnapped and put on some sort of train. After bailing off the moving train, I had a miscarriage. Then I ate some pancakes. Sweet dreams, huh?
Once I woke up I cleaned up a little, but not much. By cleaned up a little, I mean I threw in a load of laundry and started a load of dishes. I will fold the laundry and maybe put the dishes up at some point tonight. While they were cleaning, I went across town in search of pancakes. My mouth has been watering for pancakes for about three weeks now, and last night's pancake dream put me over the edge. So I ate a late breakfast at IHOP.
Then I went in search a floor mat to put in front of my kitchen sink, but I couldn't find one that didn't cost $40. I'm not paying $40 for that.
So I looked at baby stuff at Target for a while, but couldn't find anything I wanted to buy. I thought finding out that it was a boy would send me into ultra intense shopping mode, but I still don't know what to buy. I would love to find one cool thing that was designed exclusively for a boy. (Alas, I have already stocked up on blue onesies.)
Then I decided to go get my hair cut, but couldn't find any place that didn't have a long wait. I had no appointment, you see.
So I decided to get a pedicure. I have only had one in my life, and that was the day before my wedding. I didn't particularly care for the feeling of having the actual pedicuring done, but I loved the way my feet looked and felt once it was done. Since I'm going to be walking around San Francisco next week, possibly in sandals, I thought I should do it again. I went to the same nail shop where I had a manicure done back some months ago.
When I opened the door, I realized that the non-English speaking Vietnamese people who had been running the place were gone. It has been taken over by uppity white people. No can do! I turned around and walked out. Only non-English speaking Asians touch these feet. I need to feel distanced from the person who scrapes off my toe jam.
So I drove until I found a run-down looking nail shop, and went inside. Asians. SCORE. And their price was $10 cheaper than the uppity white people. The girl did speak English, but she was super nice, and she said that her favorite thing to do is to dig out in-grown toenails. She went on and on about how much she enjoyed it.
Anyway, my feet look fantastic and feel great, and I'm not afraid to wear sandals or flip-flops now.
We leave for Nesbit Monday morning. We're flying out of Memphis Tuesday morning. My grandfather retired from American Airlines many years ago, but we still get his retiree benefits, one of which is free tickets. The thing is that they're standby tickets, so it's important to fly out of airports that have a lot of flights. That way if you get bumped from one, you can get on another, hopefully. There weren't as many flights leaving from Jackson, MS as there were in Memphis. I guess this proves that we are so repulsed by the thought of going into New Orleans that we will literally drive 4 hours longer to avoid it. We're still probably going to get stuck in Dallas, but that's just part of flying standby. I've spent many hours sitting in the Dallas-Fort Worth airport waiting for a flight. It hasn't killed me yet, but it did come close one time, thanks to my wise old gramma's decision to take two small children from Sacramento to Memphis via DFW on standby tickets WITH NO CASH FOR FOOD. We were there for over 24 hours without eating. Crazy woman.
I'm stuffing my purse with Nabs this time.
Are you just going to SF for a vacation or business? One of the few states I've never been to is California. I do have a nephew living there. My husband went through the SF airport one time. When his little redneck self saw to GUYS bidding each other a very "fond" farewell, I thought he was going to lose it. I told him I figured his little bony freckled ass was safe.
Be careful out there, now. You KNOW it's going to slide into the ocean one of these days.......... :-)
Posted by
Anonymous |
7:49 PM
You know what the BEST pancakes are? Those little Martha White Muffin mix packets. Use milk and add an egg, they are the BEST. Although I've recently become so domestically challenged that I've been buying the frozen walmart packs
Posted by
My Spacious Cranium |
4:32 PM
I can't believe I typed "to guys". Obviously, I meant "two guys".
And I don't even have "baby brain." Yikes.
Posted by
Anonymous |
9:08 AM
DY-- Vacation. We thought we should get a good one in before the baby gets here. Then whatever rare vacations we do get will probably involve people dressed up in mouse suits.
You can see guys doing that in Chicago, as we found out in the airport. FLAMERS, I'm telling you.
MSC-- I like my pancakes served up with four different types of syrup. You know, so I can turn my nose up at them and use the maple. Besides, I like to eat eggs w/ my pancakes, and I can't fry eggs quite the way I like to eat them. My fried eggs always come out scrambled.
Posted by
Mommy Needs a Xanax |
11:04 AM