Dear acrylic toenails- I hate you.

Let's discuss this, shall we?

As summer approaches, women everywhere are digging into their closets in search of the perfect pair of sandals. After having their feet in hibernation and after a 3 month hiatus from the nail salon, suddenly they are stricken with panic: "oh no! my feet look like shit!" So off they they go to their favorite salon.. one that is is called something like "Pretty Nail".

They get there, peel off their socks and DA DA DAAAAAAAAA. Crap. Sometime during winter their baby toe nail just up and fell off! Shoot. What to do, what to do. Oh! An acrylic nail you say? YES. Glue that bad boy on there. I have some wedges to wear, dammit! As the baby toe nail is being glued on, suddenly it hits her... "hey, if she can make my baby toe nail look good, why not do my whole damn foot?" This is where the pedicure heads south.

Acrylics don't belong on feet. Period. Toe nails aren't meant to be long like that, nor are they supposed to need "fills". WHY do some women do this? I don't find it attractive at all. Generally speaking, I am not a fan of feet, but these toe additions are just freakish. They turn an average foot into a bear claw. I just don't understand what compels a woman to get these. If there is a toe nail fungus going on that causes the nail to fall off... HELLO... treat that shit. Don't just cover it up! The world can wait to see your feet. There is no hurry. Really. Clear up your fungal infection. Then you will see that you don't need to turn your feet into talons.

I'm a girly girl myself, but this is just going a tad too far in my opinion. Imagine if a woman who has these acrylic toenails stubs her toe? Imagine that pain? It's just retarded to do this to yourself. Don't do it. I've taken an unscientific poll and guys think this is gross too. One even said they are like 10 knives. haha!

Stick to a regular 'ol pedicure. You'll thank me for it.

Getting hitched next month. Holy MOLIE!

So I was at home today, getting ready for work. Ed had already left and I was alone in the house with my three doggies. I don't know what triggered it, but I suddenly felt full of love. I felt all glowey and shit. Maybe it was the smell of Eddie's cologne lingering in the bedroom... maybe it was seeing his pajamas on the chair... I don't know what it was exactly, but it hit me that I get to marry him next month. I can't believe I finally met the man of my dreams.


When I think about getting married, I get excited. I think of the moment I walk with my dad down the aisle towards my Eddie. I get this stupid grin on my face just thinking about it. This guy loves me for ME. He knows me inside and out and loves me anyway! Either he's in love with me, or he's nuts. Maybe he is a bit of both. I know I'm in love with him, and I've never loved anyone like I love him. We've had our stupid arguments over stupid things, but never once have I thought about leaving. It just wasn't an option in my head. I knew early on that I was in the relationship for the long haul. This relationship is so different from those in my past. I neeeever used to stick around. An argument? "Ok, bye." I just didn't deal with it. I've learned that when you truly love someone, you don't quit. You don't give up. Throwing in the towel just isn't an option when your heart is invested.

Sometimes when I think about how I used to be towards guys (not nice at all) and the mistakes I've made, I wonder what I did to deserve him. I've made mistakes in my life and have hurt people. Sometimes unintentionally, sometimes intentional. Somehow, some way, I did something right because GOD sent him my way.

He has shown me the meaning of unconditional love in a relationship. I've never had that before.

As our wedding day approaches I think about how big of a step in life this is. I think it's a very "grown up" decision. Sure, we have a mortgage, but this is bigger. Then I think about how I feel like a big kid trapped in the body of a 32 year old. I still think farts are funny, I still laugh when people trip, I still can't seem to balance my checkbook. When I look back at my parents, they seemed so mature. The reality is, although they were mature, they were kids compared to me! They married at a much younger age. I have always seen them as my parents though. I don't know if that makes sense. They have just always seemed to have it together.

Maybe to some people I look mature.

Yeah right huh? Who am I kidding? haha I'm just this big ol dork who gets to marry her best friend. I look forward to growing old with him. I know life is going to bring us some challenges, as it does with many people, but I know we have a strong foundation and we'll be ok. I won't quit. I love him too much, and dammit.. the guy has my heart.

Blues

Today was one of those days where I was happy to see it come to an end. I don't know what exactly it was, but I have been in a funk all day today. I was exhausted going to work, while at work dealt with rude people who made me upset.. and then I came home. I felt good coming home, but something is still a miss. I think the stress of my upcoming wedding has me stressed and preoccupied. I hold a lot in and try to take a lot on my shoulders because I feel like I'm bothering people when I share the load. But you know, on days like these it really gets me down. I have a case of the blues. I wish they would go away because I do have so many things to be happy about. Yet, there is this cloud looming over me that seems to follow me from time to time. What the hell is it. Maybe I'm just having an off week or something. I don't know. Is this a common thing? Could it be because I'm a hormonal woman that this happens? It's annoying. When people ask what's wrong, all I can say is "I don't know" because I really don't know. I hope tomorrow is a better day. I don't like feeling down. It's not me. I love to laugh, I love to smile, but although I have a lot to smile about, all I can seem to do today is frown. Here's hoping for a better day tomorrow.