FIRST SNOWFALL

West coast snowfall

I love the first snowfall of the season, it blankets the city in white.  This morning on my way to work I couldn’t help but smile at how lovely all the trees looked covered in snow and ice.  I know, call me silly girl, but its only the first snowfall that it looks so pretty.  After that, it just looks like gray slush.

I took my car in on Tuesday to get winter tires so I timed it perfectly.  Its the first time I’ve ever gotten winter tires for my little car.  When I got to my mechanic he basically told me that it would be hard to get four winter tires since its been crazy this year with Quebec making it mandatory that all cars have winter tires.  Luckily, though, he was able to get two tires for me and good quality ones at that.  I was a bit hesitant to get only two since they say four is what you should be getting.  But, he assured me that my all seasons were actually in really good shape, so not to worry.  Good thing I got them cause driving home yesterday was slippery, but the tires held up so no accidents.  I definitely felt the difference.

I was talking with my co-workers today and one of them was telling me how she basically slide all the way home it was so bad.  She just bought her car 6 months ago, so her tires should be good, but they totally failed on her.  She’s now thinking of winter tires, but it’s gonna be hard to find them now.  My other co-worker, who is a car freak, put his winter tires on last night and was in Crappy Tire, aka Canadian Tire, for almost 4 hours waiting for them to be installed.  He was also telling me he was panicking the whole way there because his all seasons were horrendous and he was skidding and sliding.  He felt lucky to get to Crappy Tire in one piece.

I don’t mind winter, I do get a bit nervous with the first snow fall, but not as nervous as I use to be in Vancouver where they have no idea how to drive in snow.  My only hope is that this winter is not like last winter where we had snow every three days.  I may need to move if that’s the case.  Or just make alot of big ass snow angels. 

OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE

My co-worker’s a bit obsession compulsive.  She’s pretty young, about 10 years younger than me..ugh.  She’s the one that I went shopping with in Chicago.  The one I almost killed cause I couldn’t eat.  Ok, I digress, so yeah, she’s funny with the obsessive compulsive thing she has. 

When I first met her my impression was that she was very much into her looks.  As I got to know her, she’s very nice and funny (even though she’s a crazy shopper), I realized she’s very insecure.  I find a lot of times that people who are vain are normally very insecure about themselves.  When I was shopping with her in Chicago, I noticed that when we passed a mirror, she would stop, fuss with her hair, look at herself and then carry on.  No word of a lie, she did that every time we passed a mirror.  I think it was compounded by the fact that she had this tiny blemish on her chin, tiny, that she pointed out to me that she thought made her skin look terrible.  Trust me, it didn’t, she made it worse by constantly touching it cause she was so self-conscious about it.

Among her other obsessions is her hair.  She has beautiful hair, she’s a beautiful girl, but she thinks her hair is starting to thin out.  I think she’s crazy and I told her so.  This is how crazy she is, she told me yesterday at lunch that she used bottled water, yes, bottled water to wash her hair that morning.  She’s very certain that Toronto’s water is ruining her hair.  Hm…a little nutty?  I think so.

After she told me this I was a bit concerned, it didn’t seem so amusing anymore.  So, I asked her where all this anxiety over her hair stemmed from and apparently her mother gives her a hard time about it.  Isn’t that terrible?  Why do parents do that to their children?  Make them self-conscious about themselves?  If you saw this girl, she’s gorgeous, so its hard to understand why anyone would make her feel less than that.

It doesn’t matter how beautiful or put together you are, its so true that we all have our insecurities.  It’s too bad that for some people it becomes an obsession.

FIRST PEDICURE

So, my friend’s birthday was yesterday, and I asked her what she wanted to do.  She wanted to go to the Corningware outlet in Pickering, exciting, no?  

She was also on a mission to get a pedicure and manicure.  I wasn’t digging the pedicure only because I really hate anyone touching my feet.  I am super ticklish and although I’ve gotten over my fear of massages, my feet, not so much.

She finally found somewhere in Pickering that would take us at the last minute.  And, after a lot of debate, I decided to dive in and give my virgin feet a pedicure and also get a manicure.  I certainly was very doubtful even after I decided to do it because I kept trying to talk myself into it.  My friend was getting worried about me because I looked a bit panicked. 

So, it started with a soak.  We sat on these amazing massage chairs and when my feet hit the water, I started to giggle.  There was this jet stream going on in the water and it was tickling my feet.  Then the spa lady took my feet and rubbed some kinda stuff on it, my immediate reaction was to laugh and squirm in my chair.  Seriously, I looked like I was almost going to kick her.  Instead, I tried my best not to go with my instinct of wanting to actually swing my leg at her.  It was tough.  And, when she took my left foot, which appears to be even more ticklish, I actually did pull my foot away because the urge to kick and squirm was strong.  I was thinking there was no way I would get through this without injury to the spa lady.

My friend looked at me a bit worried and started to chat with me to get it off my mind.  After calming down I realized I needed to just relax.  Enjoy the experience, not put my foot into this poor lady’s face.  She asked me if I wanted the scrub that came with a massage for my feet, I was a bit reluctant, but then decided to go for it because I was really wasting my money if I didn’t do it.  Surprisedly, that was very nice, ticklish, but nice and it wasn’t so ticklish that I was squirming.  I think it helped that she was using a scrub because the added pressure made it less ticklish.

So, there you have it, I survived my first pedicure without injury to the spa lady.  And, my feet look really pretty and smooth with the callous’ removed.  

P.S. – will I do it again?  Hell no!