http://melialore.com/2009/12/special-blog-for-a-special-person/ A four-way stop of feminism, parenthood, ego-stroking and self-serving wisdom... and semicolons. Fri, 03 Feb 2012 14:40:02 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3 http://melialore.com/2009/12/special-blog-for-a-special-person/comment-page-1/#comment-957 No, Wait, There is More! | Melia Lore: Chick Guru & Queen of Tarts Mon, 22 Mar 2010 14:39:24 +0000 http://melialore.com/?p=1251#comment-957 [...] we get groceries, head home, and I take The Twitches for their first manicure. The manicurist is the same lady who remembers my inability to shave my legs, because she says, “You not been here in a while. You come back for [...] [...] we get groceries, head home, and I take The Twitches for their first manicure. The manicurist is the same lady who remembers my inability to shave my legs, because she says, “You not been here in a while. You come back for [...]

]]> http://melialore.com/2009/12/special-blog-for-a-special-person/comment-page-1/#comment-548 Melia Mon, 28 Dec 2009 20:00:30 +0000 http://melialore.com/?p=1251#comment-548 I am pretty sure that I didn't want to be there at that time, so I can only imagine the horror an innocent bystander must feel, hence my need to share with the Internets. I am pretty sure that I didn’t want to be there at that time, so I can only imagine the horror an innocent bystander must feel, hence my need to share with the Internets.

]]> http://melialore.com/2009/12/special-blog-for-a-special-person/comment-page-1/#comment-547 Dionna Thu, 24 Dec 2009 22:47:58 +0000 http://melialore.com/?p=1251#comment-547 It's funny, I've always been ok with *my* hair and nail clippings, but other people's ick me out. I have a visceral reaction when a stylist fails to sweep someone else's hair and I have to tiptoe through it on my way to the chair. Or when the sun shines just the right way in a nail salon and you realize with horror that you are *breathing in* other people's nail and skin particles as they are sloughed off. (shudder x 2) Anyway, what's funny is that now I'm ok with my son's bodily leftovers. I don't even vacuum after I trim his nails! (Deep confession of the day) But that hasn't really made me more amicable to anyone else's shed cells. Ew. I might not have been able to watch that exchange ;) It’s funny, I’ve always been ok with *my* hair and nail clippings, but other people’s ick me out. I have a visceral reaction when a stylist fails to sweep someone else’s hair and I have to tiptoe through it on my way to the chair. Or when the sun shines just the right way in a nail salon and you realize with horror that you are *breathing in* other people’s nail and skin particles as they are sloughed off. (shudder x 2)
Anyway, what’s funny is that now I’m ok with my son’s bodily leftovers. I don’t even vacuum after I trim his nails! (Deep confession of the day) But that hasn’t really made me more amicable to anyone else’s shed cells. Ew. I might not have been able to watch that exchange

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