Long, long ago, when I was a wee lass, there was a show called Bosom Buddies. It featured an up-and-coming young actor by the name of Tom Hanks.
Well.
Just as the premise of Big was revamped into 13 Going On 30, so it seems that Bosom Buddies has been given another spin.
Check this out:
One English teacher attacked another. Thank God, a student was around to save the victim.
I tell you. I don’t work full-time in education. That said, in the past there have been times when I’ve felt intimidated by students.
Still…Never, ever have I felt threatened by a coworker.
*prays and knocks on wood*
Lately I’ve begun to admit some things to myself. Mainly about what I really want out of life, and where I want to be. Not only geographically, but personally.
When it comes to my health, I am realizing more of what I attempted to deny when I was younger. I was never much for wild parties, but I didn’t treat myself well. I like to believe that I have maintained an average-to-healthy diet–but the memory of some rather frequent junk-food binges keeps getting in the way. And a great deal of time that ought to have been spent sleeping has been wasted staying up doing “research”–aka, satisfying my petty curiosity–on the internet.
Well, friends, let me tell you…
Few–if any–real real problems can be solved by staying up past 9pm to surf the web. If I get the urge to find out how to make Random Recipe X at half past 11, there’s an excellent chance that I will be able to find that information at a decent hour the next day.
I am learning that I can slow down and take care of myself. And that I ought to because I am precious and a deserving soul.
I am beginning to recognize the obvious. And even though this revelation seems long overdue, I am thankful that it has come.
The only trick now is to remember it.
From a couple of weeks ago…
Something interesting is happening to me.
I notice that I’m becoming vain in my old age.
A couple of weeks ago I purchased some nail polish.
Earlier this week I put it on.
That photo doesn’t quite capture the colour properly.
FYI, it’s a shade called “sole mate” by essie. There’s a bit of bleeding, but I don’t think I did too badly. Days later I keep looking at my fingers, checking for chipped ends.
Oh! And here’s a tip: I think the key to using coloured polish (as opposed to the clear stuff) is layering. After one coat, my nails looked fuchsia. It took two for them to look closer to the purple-y plum in the bottle.
Moving further up my body…Over the past couple of days I’ve put on a full face of make-up featuring this:
It’s Lineur Intense from L’Oreal. I received a free sample from them ages ago. (Back then, they wanted me to review their lengthening mascara. More on that some other time.)
At first I didn’t use it because the thought of liquid liner intimidated me. My first stroke was a big, fat fail. But like all things, practice makes perfect. And less is more. I figure after a few days of putting on this stuff I should be an old pro. Or at least–comfortable.
I’m actually amused by the fact that I’ve been spontaneously putting more energy into trying to figure out makeup. As I applied my eyeliner I found myself paying attention to variables such as the size and shape of my eyes.
I don’t know what’s going on. It’s as though somehow my superficial self is waking up to the material aspects of womanhood. LOL.
Wish me luck!
So it’s been two years since this happened.
And this is, more or less, how my hair looks today:
Without shrinkage, it’s at or near my collarbone.
Until I write another real post, here’s some music:
Over the past week or so the right side and back of my throat have been sore. And not just sore. RIDICULOUSLY sore.
Honestly, it felt like someone had taken a knife and made a single, loooooong cut along its side.
I sucked my way through an entire bag of Ricola. I drank mug upon mug of pineapple juice. I even had lemon-ginger tea infused with cayenne, honey, and the juice of a whole lemon.
All powerful. But very unsuccessful.
Last night it occurred to me that perhaps I didn’t have a sore throat. Maybe it was something more.
I changed “sore” to “strep” in my search for “remedies”, and Googled away.
One site mentioned garlic. Another chamomile.
I scrawled both down, thinking I could last ’til morning.
I was wrong.
In the kitchen, I swirled one mashed garlic clove into a spoon of honey. “Oh man…” I sighed.
I braced myself to swallow it, but something inside urged me to take things up a notch.
I made myself a cup of chamomile, and added my garlic concoction.
This morning my throat felt so good, I thought I was dreaming.
Don’t be too quick to discount the obvious, folks. Ordinary items can yield extraordinary results. 😉
claire.she.goes 