[SuziQ]

Girl Scouts is nothing like Boy Scouts, and I didn't have anything equivalent to be part of.

Yeah, we're finding that a lot of the Girl Scouts stuff is 'self-esteem, touchy-feely" stuff. Drives Clare nuts! Though she's not into the camping out stuff that much, she'd like to do more of it than they do! We're trying to make things interesting for her Senior troop, going on trips and stuff. That's the group we took to NYC for the weekend last summer. We hope to take them to DC, maybe on the train. And they're considering a 'big trip' in their Senior year to Disney World!

[2Jedismom]

Well, I'm back!

I don't have any pictures, and none worth taking anyway. My haircut turned out pretty good, considering I only let him take an inch off (yes, HIM). My hair hasn't been cut in probably 2 years, so it's gonna take a few cuts to get it back in good shape. But I think I'll just take it slow.

OK, here's the story (and in my life, everything seems to have to be story).

Now, remember, I've never had a manicure before.

This guy come up to me and introduces himself. He LOOKED like a hardened criminal. No kidding. But he was personable and friendly and I'm an amiable person. So he gave me my blunt cut haircut. Did what I considered was an outstanding job. He was quick and thorough and when the teacher checked it, he'd done an almost perfect job. By the time he finished, I knew he was a drunk though...he told me all about his drinking binges. Very friendly sort, though.

Then it's on to the manicure. Same guy gonna do it. He was very forthcoming when he told me he didn't do too many of them. The best part was I got to soak my hands in hot lotion while he ran all over the place getting items from other people's tables.

Then he started pushing back my cuticles...now that smarted and i said so. "OH!" says he..."I forgot the cuticle softener!" He put that on, much better.

Then he started clipping off my cuticles with these sideways clippers that seemed dull, they wouldn't clip. He would clip and then PULL the cuticle off! Yowzer!

Now by this time I had found out that he did indeed answer to a parole officer and that he had forgotten his painpills for his back that morning.

Then he clipped a chunk of my pinky finger cuticle and I started to bleed. He clamped his bare thumb down it. I JERKED my finger away and screeched "That's a BIOHAZARD! Don't put your bare skin on it!" Then I promptly calmed and gave him a lesson on what do it he ever encountered human fluids again, put a gauze or something between him and the blood.

He seemed to appreciate the hazmat lesson.

Then he went over my nails with a fluffy thing, no buff or anything and that was it.