Wow, two days in a row. I am just full of crap I want to spew out into the blogosphere. I stole this topic, by the way, from another blog that I frequent. Thanks, you. Credit! Credit! She's fab, go read her regularly. Starting. Now.
Last week I got a massage. I won said massage as a door prize when I volunteered to coordinate my son's baseball team's fundraiser (I am a moron). As soon as I won it, I had multiple offers for trades. I considered them but decided to keep the massage. I am not really a massage person, but for some reason I decided I wanted/needed this one. Ok, so let me clarify ... I have gotten massages before. I have a recurring lower back & hip issue and a few years ago I was stooped over like a 90 year old woman and a few medical massages were part of my treatment plan. Those types of massages that are actually painful and you feel worse for like a day afterwards but then, suddenly, relief! Yeah, those. The one I had last week was not as intense. It was nice, it helped, it was FREE. However, I just don't get the large charge that a lot of my friends get from massages. They are ... ok. Just ok. Not something I pay for regularly.
So what are my go to indulgences, sources of pampering, treats? Read on ...
Pedicures! I love pedicures! I usually only pay for one or two a year (summer) but do my own every couple of weeks at home (I am quite good, really). The soak, the pumice, the scrub, the lotion, the massage chair (when I pay) ... ahhhh. Then there are the gorgeous finished products, if I do say so myself. A true wonder. I like my own feet, I'm weird like that. Other people's ... notsomuch. Want to know what else? I'm kinda judgey when I see other women running around in sandals with - gasp - unmaintained feet. Um, ick. All you need is a bathtub or sink, a pumice and a file for the basic upkeep, ladies. Then think polish! Woo-Hoo!
Bookstores! Add a cafe and I am in HEAVEN. I can nurse a latte and browse shelves for hours at Barnes & Noble. It is my go-to spot when I get 30 minutes of me time. If you catch me walking into our local store - go away, far away, I'm in my zone.
TJ Maxx, Marshall's, Tuesday Morning! I like to shop. Enough. Said. I like good deals. I get a high from a $8 tee-shirt and a $20 handbag. Indulge. Indulge. Indulge.
YouTube! I could sit in front of YouTube and watch Days of Our Lives clips circa 1987 for HOURS. Clips of Smallville, ditto. Retro music videos, I'm there! Pour me a glass of Malbec and leave me to it.
Ok, those are a few of my simple pleasures.