I had such a lovely weekend. Saturday I took my Grandma to visit Micah Man, my adorable giant nephew. He is crawling now! And he is playing more and reacting and giggling, it is so much fun. I absolutely love being an aunt; I suggest everyone try it out sometime. My sister Kristen made a delicious lunch for us, we chatted and gossiped, and I spent many silent minutes in the car with my grandma who braced herself every time I made a lane switch.
I also got to spend a lot of much needed time with my friends this weekend. We did our usual, Best Friend Dinner at Oregano’s, Jason, Cruzan, Greg, Jess and I. I like our tradition. I love that we make a point to meet up and have dinner together and that we all know what we are going to order: Guacatony to start, Frisco Pizza, and a Free Birthday Cookie for dessert (its weird how it always seems to be one of our birthdays). We have all known each other for so long and becoming best friends just kind of happened. We met right as our adult lives were going to begin and we have seen each other through many of the events that have shaped who we are now. It is awesome to get older and see which friendships last.
Sunday Jess and I did our girly thing and got pedicures. I hate saying that I am going to get a pedicure with a friend. It puts this annoying valley girl voice in my head that goes “MANI PEDI TIME WITH MY BESTIE!” There is one person who I specifically imagine saying this. She irks me so much I had to delete her from facebook. And she isn’t very bright because she’s requested me 4 times and each time I delete her after a week. Anyway, I just discovered that the massage/pedicure chair reclines. For the first time in my life, I got a pedicure and learned that I could recline the chair. This is a big deal for me. The first thing I do when I get in a car is lean the seat back, all ghetto style and shit. I can’t stand sitting straight up, it makes me nauseous. Twenty-five years old and all this time I have been sitting straight forward through the annoying rollers on the chair that are trying to push me out of my seat (which took me forever to figure out I could switch off), trying not to kick as they scrubbed my feet and tickled my legs during the massage. I fail at being a woman. But THIS time, this time I figured out the chair reclines. And magically the pedicure is a whole new experience. I lean back and close my eyes; the rollers that I hated on the massage chair suddenly feel so much better when I am laying on them instead of fighting them to sit up in my seat. With my eyes closed and body relaxed, I barely even flinch when they are scrubbing at my heels, tickle factor gone. I felt so great. I am sold on the pedicure, but I still refuse to call it a Pedi.
I also got to spend a lot of much needed time with my friends this weekend. We did our usual, Best Friend Dinner at Oregano’s, Jason, Cruzan, Greg, Jess and I. I like our tradition. I love that we make a point to meet up and have dinner together and that we all know what we are going to order: Guacatony to start, Frisco Pizza, and a Free Birthday Cookie for dessert (its weird how it always seems to be one of our birthdays). We have all known each other for so long and becoming best friends just kind of happened. We met right as our adult lives were going to begin and we have seen each other through many of the events that have shaped who we are now. It is awesome to get older and see which friendships last.
Sunday Jess and I did our girly thing and got pedicures. I hate saying that I am going to get a pedicure with a friend. It puts this annoying valley girl voice in my head that goes “MANI PEDI TIME WITH MY BESTIE!” There is one person who I specifically imagine saying this. She irks me so much I had to delete her from facebook. And she isn’t very bright because she’s requested me 4 times and each time I delete her after a week. Anyway, I just discovered that the massage/pedicure chair reclines. For the first time in my life, I got a pedicure and learned that I could recline the chair. This is a big deal for me. The first thing I do when I get in a car is lean the seat back, all ghetto style and shit. I can’t stand sitting straight up, it makes me nauseous. Twenty-five years old and all this time I have been sitting straight forward through the annoying rollers on the chair that are trying to push me out of my seat (which took me forever to figure out I could switch off), trying not to kick as they scrubbed my feet and tickled my legs during the massage. I fail at being a woman. But THIS time, this time I figured out the chair reclines. And magically the pedicure is a whole new experience. I lean back and close my eyes; the rollers that I hated on the massage chair suddenly feel so much better when I am laying on them instead of fighting them to sit up in my seat. With my eyes closed and body relaxed, I barely even flinch when they are scrubbing at my heels, tickle factor gone. I felt so great. I am sold on the pedicure, but I still refuse to call it a Pedi.
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