Lost In the Prairies.....Found by God

Did you guys know that I am a very vain person.  No really.  I am very vain.  It may be because of my trying to live the perfect lifestyle (see Tuesday's blog for more information on that one.)  It may be because I was raised to be colour coordinated and always look good when you go out in public.  I try to go out in my yoga pants and all day dispair of how horrible I look.  I'm not saying that I'm gorgeous.  I would never think that.  In fact that is something I'm reminded of on a daily basis, Satan knows where to attack.  I may be tall, but I am not thin.  

I am going grey early which is a bone of contention with me.  This is due to hereditary.  My grandmother was completely grey at 39 and I'm only have two more years for it to spread.  It's 1/3 there already.  Thankfully, I HAD a great hairdresser who sympathized with me and was slowing working on making me blond.  I hate going in public unless my hair is good.  I've gone out on bad hair days but again, like with the yoga pants fiascoes, I dispair of how horrible I look.  

Here's were I started to realize how these nails were going to affect my life.  I had trouble cleaning some areas of the house because of the nails.  I had trouble helping move some of the furniture because of the nails.  It felt like they were going to rip of my fingers when they even bent a little.  I was starting to get irritated with my pretty nails.  

Now because we moved I no longer had a friend to do my nails.  If I went to a salon it was going to cost me a lot to keep up with my pretty nails.  Something I wasn't willing to do.  As well, I really just wanted to be able to do things I used to do with my hands before I got the pretty nails, like open a pop can with out any pain.  Now I'm waiting for my nails to grow.  Lucky for me they grow pretty fast.  I am 1/2 way to being able to grow them out.  In the mean time I have painted the nails a dark burgundy so that you don't immediately see the difference between my real and the artificial nails.  

Last night we had a break through, one of the fake nails came off with a little bit of pain.  I now have one of my real nails again.  I welcomed it back and was so excited.  However, it is my middle finger so I can't really show people the difference.  I'll have to wait until another pulls off.  One is getting close, but it is fighing to cling to my finger so it is a little painful.

The moral of this tale is go with your gut instinct and don't do it because everyone else it doing it.  It may look pretty, but it will be painful and inconvenient in the end.  

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