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As I was getting my nails done, this girl next to me was talking to the owner of the salon. The owner is Korean, the girl (I’ll call her GF) is Asian but not Korean, her boyfriend (BF) is Korean. GF was talking about BF’s mother (Mom) and the salon owner was explaining to her how Korean mothers are (these are not my words, I am telling the conversation as I remember it). The salon owner was saying Korean mothers want to know this and that, GF was saying, Mom wants to ask her questions about ‘this and that’, BF tells Mom, don’t ask those questions. She feels bad for Mom, but doesn’t want to interfere. Also, since she doesn’t speak Korean, she doesn’t know what Mom is telling BF about her. For instance, Mom told GF, BF can be nasty. She replied to Mom, oh he’s always been sweet to me, because she is afraid Mom will tell BF, she said you were nasty. She doesn’t know what Mom has said about GF to BF in the past.
It seems like a lot of work.
On occasion, people have told me I should get a boyfriend. I tell them I don’t have time for a boyfriend. What I really mean is, I don’t have the energy for a boyfriend. It could be because I have not had good relationships in the past, all the way back to the relationships with my parents and siblings. I only really like one of my siblings, and I have always felt only one of my siblings has really cared for me. My boyfriends were always happy to become my boyfriend, then after a while, I wasn’t ‘right’, and I needed to change to fit. One went so far as to tell me what kind of socks I should wear and what color lipstick.
Being single, completely single, may be lonely a times, but it is better then being miserably because the one you love isn’t happy with you for reasons you don’t understand and can’t change.
When I moved into my apartment I bought a Keurig. I figured it would pay for itself with the money I would save by not stopping at Starbucks every morning. I was buying K-cups for a while, then decided to get a filter. I just started using the filter this week.
The coffee was more then I expected but when I figured out the price per cup, I would save 40¢ a cup. Now I had the problem of what to do with the coffee grounds, since with the K-cups you just toss them out.
After doing some extensive research (I went to ask.com and typed in ‘Coffee grounds down the drain’) I discovered that some people said you shouldn’t dump grounds in the drain, others said they had been doing for years with no problem, a couple of plumbers said, go ahead and dump grounds down the drain (Ka-ching!). I live in an apartment and am probably not the only one drinking coffee so I wouldn’t be the only suspect, but it wouldn’t be very nice.
As for putting them in the garden (did I mention I live in a 4th floor walk-up?) I don’t have a garden, I don’t even have a window box, I don’t even know if my landlord would allow me to have a window box. My boss suggested I save them and put them in a park, but I am a little shy.
However the real problem is how to get them out of the filter without just rinsing them out and down the drain. This morning I ended up putting a paper towel in the sink over the drain and filtering them that way. I will have to settle for keeping as much as I can out of the drain.
I had already picked this title and was forming the blog post in my head, when it kind of got ruined.
There is a new Apple store opening in Grand Central Terminal and Em has been going on about how she wants to be there for the opening, to ‘pay homage’ to Steve Jobs. So I had planned to write about how her love for her new friend was making her forget her old friend, since she hadn’t once mentioned him, then today I got an instant message:
Don’t forget to see John for me tomorrow and say hi. I won’t be able to come down again this year. In 2012 the anniversary will fall on a Saturday. I will be there!!!
I had to tell her she ruined my blog post.
However I think I found a way to save it.
Grand Central Terminal, where everyone waits. For a train, for the subway, for the lady to toast your bagel, for friends coming to visit, and for the Apple store to open.
The other day I told a friend about a hat I had made. She didn’t seem to understand what I was saying so I decided to show her.
Problem was, when I went to find it, I couldn’t. I asked Gwen if I had left it with her. She didn’t have it. I looked through all my boxes and bins. No brown beret. It was upsetting. Not only could I not show my friend, I had no hat to wear to church this winter.
Since Em was coming to the City today, I decided to go to TJ Maxx to look for another hat and found this one. Tigger said he thought it looked good on me, Em said it was nicer then the other one. So now I can be styling with my new hat.
We’ve all heard the saying, the cure is worse than the disease. It most cases it is. I’m not a medical person, but I would say that since to be sick you just have to be exposed, and to get cured you have to actively do something to heal yourself, that would make the cure worse than the disease. Of course in most cases (unless the cure is going to kill or maim you horribly) it is worth it to suffer with the cure.
There was this bump on my foot, a couple of them actually, that for a long time I thought (told myself) were callouses. They were not. When I started to get more and they were not going away even though I changed my shoes, I knew I had to see the doctor. Diagnosis: plantar warts (Plantar warts: can develop on any part of the foot. Sometimes dark specks are visible beneath the surface of the wart. When pressure from standing or walking pushes a plantar wart beneath the skin’s surface, a layer of thick, tough skin similar to a callus develops over it. As the callus and wart get larger, walking can become painful, much like walking with a pebble in your shoe. Multiple plantar warts can form in a large, flat cluster known as a “mosaic wart.”). The first doctor I went to didn’t want to treat them. He didn’t even give me anything to put on them at home just referred me to the podiatrist.
This is the back of my foot now, it looks worse then when ;The most common way of treating warts, as I understand it. Is the way my doctor did it. She scrapped the wart off, then sprayed liquid nitrogen on the spots, this is Cryotherapy. Very little risk of scarring, but very painful. The website didn’t say very painful, it says, can be painful. I am here to tell you VERY PAINFUL. I’ve also been told I am a wimpy little baby.
The doctor was most concerned with these, since they are on the back of the heel where the skin is very thin and there is risk of more pain and infection. Did I tell you ‘very painful’? She also gave me a prescription for wart medicine, told me to buy duct tape and spray my shoes with Lysol®. I passed the instructions on to Em, since she was coming down the next day to ‘take care of me’. She bought me purple duct tape.
I was just going to get the picture from my parents 50 wedding anniversary party and post it, my family, than I read: family means something different to everyone. Find a picture that means family to you and share!
Someone once said, friends are the family you pick, so here is my hand picked family, the boys who pick on me terribly, but would flatten anyone who hurt me, the girl who never tells me to ‘act my age’ and of course the cats. The cats would be mad if I excluded them after all the hair they left all over my clothes. My niece who cried because I left before her slumber party so I couldn’t come to it and made me promise, the next time you come visit ….. except I haven’t been back, the rest of the family, well, I wouldn’t pick them to be my family.
There are many rules on the subway. Don’t walk between cars, don’t ride on the outside of the cars, don’t grope your fellow commuters, and don’t lean against the doors.
The MTA says that these rules are for our (the commuters) safety, and I will say that any guy groping me risks his life (or parts of his anatomy) and that could get messy, but consider this scenario.
A fun-sized female (guess who!) gets on an über crowded subway train (#6), she gets a spot too far from a pole to hold onto and the ones overhead are way to high to reach. So what are her choices? She can do a dance in an attempt to keep her balance which makes her look like she is attempting to summon the ancient Mayan god of the underground and puts her at risk for landing in the lap of an octogenarian wearing a Knicks (ew!) hat. Or she can lean against the door and run the risk of falling on the platform when the doors open. Considering the doors don’t open until after the subway stops, for me the risk is minimal.
The only thing left for me to consider is this: Is the humiliation of falling on the platform more or worse then the humiliation of being seen in the lap of a man wearing a Knicks hat?
It’s a personal decision.
I forgot I took this video, I was uploading my pictures and found it.
Belleza
just a city girl 