Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Its a good day when...

Because I want to move past the good day at the spa blog that has been up for several weeks now, I thought I'd post about how excited I get when I get to blogger in the morning and I can actually get the start page without having to go the backroad through google and my account. Today is a good day my friends.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Update on the spa

We had a nice morning at the spa. It started out with a motorcycle accident on the freeway, causing us to go the long way, which included a closed street, and then, getting lost and calling a flower shop (???) for directions. Thankfully, we found the place 30 minutes late (15 minutes into our appt time) and they still gave us the full treatment. It was really good and none of us realized how tense we were. Then it was on to some steam room time and then a pedicure. Lovely. (which, does not describe my toes by the way...I thought it would be ok to put my shoes on 30 minutes after my pedicure was over. The paint on my big does disagreed...but whatever). My mom then treated me to a manicure as a gift for my graduation. Totally unnecesary but certainly appreciated.

The best part of the morning though, and I never thought I'd say this, was when we got to check out before we left. My sister and I were splitting my mom's costs, so we told the lady to charge me for mine and half of my mom's.

Her response..

Which half would you like to pay?

I'm sure I looked at her funny. I just didn't know how to respond without making her feel silly. And I certainly didn't want to be mean as either she siad that in error or clearly isn't good at math concepts like fractions. We all started laughing, trying not to laugh because we knew we were laughing at her. She totally didn't get it.

I'm sure I shouldn't be making fun of her on this blog...but I'm taking it to be one of those funny word mishaps that happen...those silly things we say.

Like when my mom said to us growing up, kind of frustrated with us, "get your "ebow of the tabow".

Or like when my coworker, starting a conference call, said to us all "If you aren't on the call speak up".

I'm sure I have several but the people around me have been nice enough to let me slide. Take some time to think of some harmless, silly things people have said, most likely in error, and have a chuckle on me.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Another Survey about me

A - FOUR PLACE I GO ALL THE TIME: Work, Ms. Lisa's (daycare)-Rugrat Ranch Childcare, 7-Eleven, The Heights
B - FOUR PEOPLE WHO EMAIL ME REGULARLY: Google (blog alerts), Alison (class updates), annoying junk mailers, UNT
C - FOUR OF MY FAVORITE PLACES TO EAT: Red Robin, Chilis, Macaroni Grill, Chipotle
D - FOUR PLACES I WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT NOW: With Jason, Sleeping, At work getting a ton of work done so I don't have it on my mind anymore, Havasu
E - FOUR PEOPLE I THINK WILL RESPOND: Maddy, Amelia, Raina, I'd say Mandi, but she's taking a break
F - FOUR TV SHOWS I WATCH OVER AND OVER: American Idol, Desperate Housewives, Cops, Americas Most Wanted

Monday, May 05, 2008

The value of the spa...

How do you get a guy to understand the value of a spa treatment? (That's not rhetorical...if you've got the answer, please let me know).

My sister and I are planning to bring my mom with us for a mother's day spa retreat. We're trying to look at what would be a good package to do that will also be budget friendly. As I tried to discuss this with my husband, he expressed this sentiment:

"Its just so much money when all you get out of it is to feel relaxed for a while".

And, as a budget-conscious consumer I concede his point. Kind of.

Because a spa treatment, whatever it is, provides SO much more than just a little relaxation. And although, yes, it is a luxury and certainly not necesary, but its more than just the feeling of relaxation while you are getting done what you are getting done. And, while I won't say that I particularly deserve this type of treatment, and I'm not usually materialistic, high-maintenance, or otherwise me-centered, I tend to believe that if my husband is making the call that I continue to work so we can "enjoy" the lifestyle we have now, then I should get to choose what we (or I) enjoy sometimes. I'm not someone who goes to the salon regularly (in fact, its been almost a year since my last visit to the salon for color and nearly 18 months since I've had a haircut). In the last six months I have had a pedicure or two, but I'm certainly not someone who insists on regular personal care. I don't even insist on a shower daily.

But when the opportunity comes to celebrate mothers AND my mother is in town, it is nice to consider a day at the spa. And when I say a day, I mean, whatever I can convince my husband to "allow".

Now, remembering that anything I spend would be 1.5 times the original cost because I'm splitting my mom's cost with my sister, we looked at what we could afford and should afford to do. The ultimate package, including a body treatment, massage, facial, spa pedicure, spa manicure, hair treatment and blow dry is around $365. So, it would be about $550 including my mom's treatment. That, my friends, is a lot of money.

But lets say I indulged myself with my mom and my sister. What would it mean to me? Much more than relaxation. I would get to clearly enjoy the treatments and that in itself, would be relaxing yes. But, I would also get to spend time with my sister and mother, being plainly a woman. Not a mom. Not a wife. Not an employee. Not a housekeeper, pet-parent, or cook. Not a graduate student. Just a woman. Me. For half a day, I can pretend to be carefree. I can pretend that I don't usually get less than 6 hours of sleep a night. I don't usually wake up, spend 15 minutes getting ready, head out the door, rush to the daycare, rush back to the train station, rush to get to work at a decent hour, get as much done at work as I can before I have to leave, rush back to pick up the baby by 5:30, rush to here or there to attend family events or run errands, get home and spend two hours with the kiddo, including figuring something out for dinner between the two of us and get a bath, spend 30 minutes as a pacifier as the kiddo goes to bed, rush to get some school work done, or laundry, or dishes or all three, pretend like I have enough time to exercise someway (because its already 10:30), read the Bible, and hit the sack. by 11:30. All by myself. Four days a week. The other days I get some help with the errands or picking up the kiddo, which allows me to work a longer day. I get to know that sometimes, if only every 6 months to a year, I can take half a day to rejuvenate. And that encourages me as I go through the routine, daily, the other 364 days of the year with little rest.

It would also be a short time for me to spend prepping to "look my best". To get rid of some of the tension in my back that causes me pain on a daily basis due to the stress (and the 27 lb baby) I carry. A few minutes that I can spend to look and feel my best for myself, and, of course, for my husband.

Of course I don't need this physical indulgance. I know there are more rewards that are far more eternal than a massage or a pedicure. And, I know I'm complaining about receiving a luxury while billions of people around the globe are starving, and I'm completely selfish even bringing this up. I get that. And, I lean toward that side of the table in terms of what i spend my money on, which is why I don't get these services regularly, if at all.

The point of my post today is just to say that it would mean more to me than a couple minutes of relaxation.

I know for a fact that I won't be getting the full package mentioned above. The guilt of spending that much money would eat me alive to the point that the services and the benefits of them that I do experience would be wasted. And, of course, the reality of that money exiting my bank account wouldn't be pleasant either.

But, I would like to imagine that I could get them if I wanted to, without being told that its nothing more than a few minutes of relaxation. (and therefore, hinting that, the work that I do day in and day out is not worth the few minutes I would get). Again, this is a completely spoiled snotty post that I'm ashamed of really, but thought I'd get my feelings out there.

I feel better already!