Last Christmas my sweet husband gave me a gift certificate for all day at the spa. I tend to hoard these kind of gifts until they almost expire, always thinking in the back of my head "my day is coming." Finally yesterday I cashed it in. Can I just say heaven. It was the best day of my life counting when my children were born and two wedding days. Surpassed it all, my friends.
I arrived at ten where I immediately put in my lunch order CPK pear gorgonzola pizza.
I was then whisked away to the locker room where I changed into my nothin's and a robe.
My first treatment would be Hydrotherapy body polish. For those of you who haven't tried this, if a massage and a shower had a baby this would be their hot daughter. At first I was a little nervous laying buck naked on a table having a woman name Teri massage a walnut scrub all over my nude wet body, but I quickly let go of my inhibitions and enjoyed every second of it. Next was my actual massage where I layed on a table in a dry room listening to Native American flute music while Teri sensually rubbed lavender scented oil all over me. I may have been strangely a little turned on. I felt like George on Seinfeld in the episode where "it" moved. Brad could learn a thing or two from Teri was the thought that kept running through my mind.
Britt a beautiful esthetician who for some reason I kept calling Tara met me in the "quiet room." Which if someone told me is what the celestrial kingdom looked like I would not be disappointed. We then headed down the candle lit hallway to yet another room for my hour long facial. No extractions or waxing today just pure relaxation. An amazing scalp massage, and organic products carefully lathered on my face.
I literally looked ten years younger afterwards. Lunch was then followed by a ninety minute pedi man, where Tara (or Britt rather) discussed her childhood, why she has relationship issues, her departure from the LDS church, and her parents divorce. Looking back this portion of the day was a little more therapeutic for her than me, but enjoyable all the same. Finally my hair was washed and styled for the first time in I don't know how long. I left my new home away from home feeling like a million bucks, (or at the very least a thousand.)
Friday, October 7, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Just can't handle..
People who say "I know right?" or "Just sayin", skinny bitches, Justin Bieber, couples who ride tandem bikes, "cyclists" in general (lose the spandex it's obscene), low lights, goatees (they've been hideous since the nineties), fake nails, anyone who goes up over my dog but fails to acknowledge my children, 20 year olds that call me "hon", and Diet Coke whores (pardon my french but you know who you are).... just sayin'!
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Granola Girl
Webbing scout belt
$30 - jcrew.com
For all of my fellow granola girls out there...I get it. You don't want to be uncomfortable, or look like you're trying to hard or shopping in the tween department. Well excuses be gone. This is a totally casual and comfortable look that can take you to the grocery store or on a date night with the hubs. Just because you love nature doesn't mean you can't have style. So save your Chaco's and Patagonia shorts for your next hike and step into this.
$30 - jcrew.com
For all of my fellow granola girls out there...I get it. You don't want to be uncomfortable, or look like you're trying to hard or shopping in the tween department. Well excuses be gone. This is a totally casual and comfortable look that can take you to the grocery store or on a date night with the hubs. Just because you love nature doesn't mean you can't have style. So save your Chaco's and Patagonia shorts for your next hike and step into this.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Thoughts from afar
Just got back from a family vacation. Which let's be honest when you're traveling with kids is not an actual "vacation." We stayed in a fabulous beach house which was right on the water (so maybe it was in Oceanside but still.) Spent two days with the kids in Disneyland, enjoyed a day in the sand at Coronado, ate heavenly pizza, strolled the beach and chowed down at the Crab Cooker in Newport. Spent an insane amount of money on everything from seashells, to churros, to Chewbaca back packs. Apparently all for nothing, when on the car ride home my eight year old says "ok that was the most boringist trip ever!" FML
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