First,
some
housekeeping (see TLC’s post “movin, shakin’ and organizin’ posted
Tuesday night):
Of
course, My Sweet Hubby (MSH) and I are beyond excited that TLC and her Crew
will be moving 45 minutes-ish/30 miles-ish closer to us! It’s been about nine
years since we’ll be this close—in distance. I’ve put so many miles on my past
two cars I cannot even imagine what it’ll be like not to have oil
changes/checkups every two months! Woo Hoo and Yippee!!! I’ll be rich! Ha.
Next, I feel
like I should make a few comments in regard to TLC’s post:
I loved
it! Naturally, I would never have recalled that email I sent to her. I’ve also
never talked about my own mother on our blog. Her mother, my Nana? Yes. Y’all
know I adored her. I’m sure you’re not surprised I have many reasons why I’ve
been silent about this "mother" part of my life. Not happy ones. Not easy ones to
understand. But she (my mother) can (totally unintentionally) be very funny. My
Nana was often like that. My mother would say it was the “English” in Nana.
Also, I
might have seemed shallow/negative/rude when telling TLC to be mysterious and challenging
to men she was dating. And then to “find a Bob.” Finding a Bob was a joke. The
part about being a challenge? Yep. I was serious. I don't like or promote "games." Truly. But if we have to play them, let's at least figure out some of the secrets to winning. Occasionally. It took me fifty years to
even begin to believe I had men figured out. (I still haven’t—I am getting
close.) I am certain they like challenges. Most of them, anyway. They cannot
and will not ever understand us women, right? Most don’t even want to try. But
I’ve learned this: We must, as women, wives, girlfriends, mothers, daughters,
females, catch them off guard. If they expect you to yell? You need to be
quiet. If they expect you to be quiet, well, go ahead and yell. With some
restraint. It’s ridiculous. Sadly, in my humble opinion, I'm speaking the truth.
Now to
my FABULOUS
recommendation!
I’ve had
bad/yucky/cracky/awful nails for many, many years. I got “sculptured” nails
from Kit when TLC was tiny. Two. My previously healthy nails turned hideous
after delivering her to this Earth. The problem with the beauty shop nails? My
life revolved around them and I couldn’t handle the stress. My next
professional manicure happened at age 37. With my FIRST professional pedicure. Could
have cared less about the mani. FELL IN LOVE with the pedi.
You’re
not surprised: I don’t get many manis. I'm jealous of pretty nails on my friends' fingers.
TLC’s are quite lovely. A LOT of the time. I simply don’t have that commitment
built into my DNA . However, I don’t like UGLY nails.
About
ten years ago, the young lady that gave TLC and me pedis told us about Nail Tek.
I tried
it—and KNEW it was good. Yet, I couldn’t even stay committed to this. Fast
forward to two months ago when I was in my favourite Walgreens and had some
time to browse. I’d bought a Sally Hansen product a couple of
years ago and thought it was fairly effective. Now I see Nail Tek and decide to
try it again.
IT
WORKS! I’m telling y’all—IT WORKS. It’s not going to be perfect. Trust me. But
I swear it has made my nails stronger. Better. A tidbit prettier. (Now if I’d
just even break down and put polish on them, I might really be proud. Sigh.)
(Doesn’t
this kind of make y’all that have been with us for many years want us to go
back to Yummies and Yeehaws??? I miss them both, TLC. Boo
to you! Killjoy.)
Hope
each of you has a great Friday Eve, Friday and weekend! Paint your nails!
Browse a drug store! Look at some treasures you’ve kept! Be safe.
smooches,
ELC
p.s.: I take a Biotin
supplement every day and I believe that, too, has helped my nails. And hair!
Thought I should also mention that...
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