recharging

 

That’s exactly what I’ve been doing lately. Working long hours and recharging on my days off. There is a time for everything and life has been smooth and wonderful lately, without much event. I’m truly enjoying the season of life we’re in at the moment, knowing it can all change so quickly, I’ve just been soaking it up!

With only a few more weeks until our summer vacation, I’ve also been working on getting back into shape… what shape that is exactly, I’m not sure. Fighting shape? Doubtful. But I do like to call what I’m doing “cutting weight” like fighters and wrestlers do… it’s so much cooler than “dieting” =) 

If I had “weight cutting” secrets, I’d share ‘em!, but I don’t. Counting calories only on work days {which is actually only 3 days a week but was the key for me! 14 hours of stress and a store full of junk food was my biggest enemy…} and taking the dog on long walks on my days off has really been doing the trick – I actually easily slipped into the dress I wore to my wedding rehearsal last Sunday for church, which has almost been 2 years since I fit into that thing, WHICH means I could still fit into my wedding dress today =) I think that’s a nice “goal” I’ll try to keep as long as possible in this life – besides this summers goal to wear shorts and swimsuits without fear!

Lastly, I’ll leave you my latest “crafty” moment… and I’m not talking about spray painting the shelves or dressing up lamp shades kind of crafty.

I’m talking about the kind of crafty you have to become when you really need to get your nails done at the salon, but it’s your day off and you don’t feel like deciphering Korean or sitting uncomfortably for an hour while they drimmel away on your acrylics.

I really needed a new set of nails… mine are the sweetest hot pink at the moment, which for me, is cute for just a little while and then I’m back to wanting my trusty white tips back.

They were also growing into claws suitable for the WNBA – how those women ever manage to play so fiercely with such long nails will always continue to baffle me?! I can barely survive the pharmacy world after mine reach a certain length – they just lose function. {You can go ahead and throw Venus and Serena in there with the lady sports stars who baffle me with their ability to wear huge chunky jewelry, uncomfortable looking fashion, and claw-like nails and are STILL able to lay the smack down. UNBELIEVABLE.}

Anywho – have you ever tried to file acrylic nails with your regular nail file? It takes FOR-EV-ER. Literally, if I was going to do that, I was just going to head on out to the salon and let then use their drimmel on my WNBA qualifying nails.

BUT WAIT!

Did I own a drimmel? Not sure… but I did own THIS:

and while the precious little cats and dogs on the infomercial seemed to sit peacefully while their nails were filed by this little product, my pooch was never going to tolerate even the sound of the motor, let alone holding each one of his tiny nails inside the tiny opening while it spins away on them. Thus, it’s been sitting in my garage, unused, for over a year.

That was about to change.

But me?! Well, I’m tough {sort of} and I sure as heck am crafty. I think you know where this is going…

Yes, I went there, and obviously, I’m not ashamed to tell about it ;)

I wish I had a before picture, but MY GOODNESS, I can’t believe I never thought of this before. In no time, my nails were back down to a decent length able to carry on with my pill dispensing duties.

They’re not salon quality, but they’ll due until next week.

{Shame, I never knew thee.}

Now that I’m finished airing my crafty, dirty laundry, Nick and I are headed out for the weekend to see his brother and sister-in-law. We miss them so much while they’ve been away in Michigan and visits are too far in between. Congrats to Chad for graduating with his master in accounting this weekend!

 

P.S. I started thinking how backwards some things are around here after writing this post. I’ve been cutting my hair myself {with a little help from Nick} for over a year now, after the realization that my hair only needs a straight cut and by george, I can handle that. In addition to that low-class act, I now add using the pedi-paws on my own nails. That all is plenty bad enough on it’s own, until I thought of my puppy, visiting the dog salon, to have his hair and nails done every other month.

There are no words for this a-ha! moment I just realized.

Welcome to America.