Anybody else have gift giving anxiety?  I spent tonight desperately searching for a birthday gift for my father.  His one request-a replacement for his beloved off white with one green stripe collared sweatshirt.  (it's his Velveteen rabbit)

Now, here's the difficult part-my father is (in a word I would NOT use in front of him) petite.  He proudly weighs about 125 lbs.  So even most department store smalls are too big for him.  And it seems like most of the small shirts are set up for men who are clubbing and like their shirts tight against their skin (hopefully this doesn't refer to good old dad...) 

All of the reallly nice looking shirts were mediums, so ended up settling for a beige zip front shirt-did I mention my dad enjoys bright colors?  When there are only five shirts in Macy's sized small-you lose the right to be choosy I suppose..

Ended up with one father's day gift and five shirts for me because I am a selfish, horrible daughter-who has more sizes in cute styles available

Yesterday I went to get an emergency pedicure during my lunch break-emergency because my nails were getting so long I probably could have climbed trees without my arms.  Also, because I was too lazy to actually do my toes or find the nail clippers. 

My favorite part of the pedicure is the little leg/foot massage you get.  Since I was in a hurry, I went to a new place, and got a MAN for the pedicure-which was a little weird for me, but I had to get these monster toenails taken care of!

So, we get to the part for the foot massage-and this guy is the foot massage king which was great-except for one thing.  It went on too long.  Usually, you get a couple minutes per leg and then we're onto painting pretty toenails...

This foot massage went on for at least twenty minutes-maybe thirty-and he kept checking in on me-how does this feel?  Does it feel good?"  And I had to make eye contact and smile and say "yes, it feels good."  It was just very awkward for me.

So I guess I got a great bargain for only 30.00 but still, very, very weird!

Before I went in for the spitting, drooling dentist debacle, I sat in the waiting room with some magazine-maybe Ladies Home Journal? Anyhow, they had an article on how not to nag your significant other. One of the suggestions, was to use the clicker method (like with dogs) to increase the desired behavior. Apparently coaches have used this on athletes to increase their performance.

Now, I thought that this was ridiculous-but funny enough to try out at home. We eat downstairs-t.v. trays in front of the television, sad-I know. I make dinner and my husband goes downstairs to finish whatever he fell asleep during last night (I have an important mission to remain awake for all videos…) When I come downstairs with our food, inevitably there is never a napkin (really a paper towel) for me, even thought, the paper towel holder is on his side of the couch. This has been irritating me for several years (completely ludicrous I realize…) So every night I sit down, wait a few minutes and then ask for my napkin.

So I decided to try the clicking experience just for fun. I would sit down at my tray, ask for a napkin, and when I got it I would make two kissing noises and kiss him on the cheek. Didn’t say anything else. After three days of this, he was trained.

I can’t believe it, for the last 5 days, I have gone downstairs to find a napkin nicely folded on my tray. Does this make me evil?

Today was just a horrible day.  It started with an unpleasant email which I didn't have time to reply to prior to work, but still tried to as I often think I can stop time with just my mind.  Ended up with about five minutes prior to leaving for work in which I had to dress, pack dress clothes for a party later on, and make a lunch. 

Typically I do my "sexy dance" class (see previous blogs) on Tuesday, and having my mother in law in town for a week, was excited to get back into the work out routine.  (especially after reading a frightening number on the scale the night before...)  Ended up getting stuck in a conversation with a coworker and was too late to attend the class.  Got to the gym, but had forgotten my IPOD, so no audiobooks to entertain me.  Got as close to the TV's as I could, where on Maury there was (surprise!) a show on paternity. 

Had to cut my work out short as had to get especially ready in order to meet my husband for a work party later.  On the way back from the gym, I narrowly missed Bambi-who apparently was trying to commit suicide in front of my car.  (2 feet minimum-luckily in daylight I was able to slow to say-oh a deer, so was able to stop without incident.)

Oooh-forgot to mention that I forgot to pack underwear, so spent the rest of the day commando, with a very uncomfortable pant wedgie.  In between all of this, I have been experiencing an intermittent sharp (double over kind) pain in my left side. 

Got back to work and forgot to pack salad dressing for my lunch salad.  Mmmmm naked greens...

Had to drive to meet my husband where I narrowly missed a woman aiming to take me out from the side (clearly she was having a worse day than me...) 

On the way home, I saw the flashing lights ahead of me, thought NO WAY, but yes, passed my husband-getting a speeding ticket (likely deserved) on the side of the road.  

Time to go to bed, tommorrow will likely be a better day.