Holly Visits The Purple Pinkie!

Holly's mom is my last client every other Thursday evening. Holly has started to come with her to her appointment because A: It gives her alone time with her mom without her little brother Crosby and B: I love doggy visitors at The Purple Pinkie.

The appointment time is later and really no one else is in the salon at the time, so it works well. The majority of our clients wouldn't care, but there are a few that don't like animals and I would never subject them to being around such a vicious beast. LOL

Pennsylvania is a great state. You are actually allowed to have pets in the salon, provided that they are kept in a cleanly fashion. A lot of salons have "shop animals" and I think that is awesome. The salon that is behind us has a shop dog, Ziggy, who goes to work every day with his mom.

So, pop in with your furry friend some day! I keep saying I am going to get a treat jar for the salon. Truth is, I would rather you bring your pets to the salon than your kids!

Another Mitten Fail!

Okay, so I made a second pair of mittens, I crocheted them this time. They were awesome. Were. There were just a little too big, so I got the bright idea to shrink them a little. BFF Jill told me about felting and the yarn that I used, according to it's tag said that it is perfect for felting. So, I followed the directions for felting. This is what I ended up with. Somehow, it shrunk in the width, but stretched in the length. Holy hell, these are worse than the first pair, I can't even get my little hand in them!

I think I am just going to wear the mittens that I made a couple of years ago and give up mittens until Fall 2010.

Devil Dog

How about this for a photo? Travis looks possessed.

Now that Travis has hit the two year mark, he has settled down quite a bit. Now, I am not saying that he is an angel, because he's not. He's still the same mischievous little boy, just on a smaller scale now.

Riley, on the other hand is still the angel. He's trained so well and is just so good, he's had seven years to perfect his awesomeness!

I'm a Rebel!

Halloween night, we stopped at Sheetz on our way home. On the way in, Amanda thought it would be funny for me to pose with a box of tampons, since I was covered in blood. None of us had taken our camera into the store, so we sent Becky out to get hers.

As Becky came back into the store with the camera, the beyotch behind the counter went ape shit on us. She started screaming "You can't take pictures in here, it's against the law". Had I been not under the influence, I probably would have asked her why. Seriously, why is it against the law? What is the law? So, you can take my photo on your video cameras but I can't take an innocent photo of posing, bloody with a box of tampons? Really?

So, the next morning, I went to Sheetz. In full view of their video camera, I took a photo of the tampons from last night. The camera nazi wasn't there, I guess she is such a good employee that she ONLY gets scheduled when the drunk people are coming in. Nice.....

So take that Sheetz! I got my photo. It wasn't as much fun as it would have been the night before, but I am a rebel and I will do what I want! (said in that cocky Eric Cartman way)

Some Distributors Sell Crap

I read all of the time, how nail technicians are either new or seasoned and all of a sudden have unexplained lifting. Chances are, they are unknowingly using EXPIRED product. Most products have a shelf life of one year, however, if products are stored in optimal conditions, such as a cool, dry, dark place, they can last up to two years. No manufacturer recommends using a product after two years.

The distributorship that I frequent occasionally ALWAYS has old product on it's shelf. I've informed the clerk and manager each time, yet when I return months later it is still there. Monday, I had my camera with me. I took these photos so that I could send them to the manufacturer along with the distributor location. Something HAS to be done about this.

This batch of powder was produced on August 27, 2007. You will notice that this supports the batch number pattern. Batch S7801 means it was produced in 2007, 8th month and batch number 01. This product is over two years old.

Here is the front of the container, you will notice the OLD logo is on this.

Again another old bulk size. Production date shown is September 25, 2007. Again batch number supports this V7901 means batch was produced in 2007 in the ninth month and is batch number 01. This is important to show because the liquid bottles do not have the date on them, just the batch number.
Again, you can see the OLD logos on this container.

This is the back of a larger bottle of Moxie liquid. Note the batch number burned into the bottle. This reads, produced in 2007, seventh month, batch 01. This liquid is over two years old.

Note at the bottom where it says Art Rev. 06/09 this supports the September 2006 logo.

Front of Moxie, again, using the OLD logo.
This is the back of a larger Radical liquid. Again, the batch number reads, produced in 2007, seventh month, batch 01. This is over two years old.
Front of packaging with OLD logo.
I wanted to give an example of a good bottle, that is within it's shelf life.
I wanted to give an example of bottle that is still within shelf life. This bottle has it's batch number burned on the bottom, not the label, so it is harder to read, but you can clearly see that this was produced in 2009, in the fifth month, you just can't read the two digit batch number that follows. THIS is what you should see on the shelf.
This is the front of the bottle with the NEW logo on it. Again, this is what you SHOULD be seeing on the shelf!

So see, sometimes it is NOT the product's fault. It's NOT the nail tech's fault. The douchebag here is the greedy distributor, who is too lazy to exchange expired product for fresh product and is just selling CRAP to the unknowing nail tech.

I Finally Found Her

Say what you want about Facebook. Bitch about them constantly changing things on you, complain that it's a big time waster, say, whatever you want. I would just like you to know that I love Facebook. Why? Because it is bringing people together. I haven't seen my cousin Lisa since her mother died and I can't even remember how long ago that was. The picture is my Aunt Betty, my father's sister and my cousin Lisa, who is four years older than I am.

I would think of Lisa often. She was the older cousin that I idolized as a child. He hair was always longer than mine, she was prettier, she was a cheerleader, she was popular in high school, she lived in a nice house and had her own room. I always tried to be like her. If she did a back walk-over, I needed to learn how to do one. She had an Irish Setter named Shaunna, when I got my pure white Siberian Husky puppy what do you think I named it? Shaunna, well her official name was Keishaunna because her mother was Keisha.

The last time I saw Lisa, I think I was in my early twenties. She was living in Pittsburgh and she wrote her address down for me on a piece of paper. She lived on Whitney Avenue. I still have that piece of paper. I've thought of her often through the years. I've actually searched online for her countless times. I figured that she had gotten married and that was why I wasn't finding things on her because she has a new last name.

Last night, for some reason, I was determined to find her. Maybe it was because on Monday, when Jill and I were shopping, we went into an Antique House and there was a bedroom, upstairs, that was filled with porcelain dolls. My Aunt Betty made dolls. One regret I have is that I never took her up on her offer to make a doll with her.

I was searching Facebook, thinking Lisa HAD to be on there. I searched by her maiden last name and saw some youngsters that I was certain were her nieces and nephews. Finally, I decided to look on Classmates for the billionth time. This time, I hit pay dirt. She had a profile and it had photos AND her new last name. I immediately went to FB, plugged in the name and boom, she was the first one listed AND she lives in Orange County, CA now. No wonder I couldn't find her!

I sent her a friend request and a note and within the hour, she approved me and popped up in FB chat. At one point she stated "I could just cry" to which I replied "I am crying, seriously" and I was, however, I wasn't going to admit that first! LOL

She has a handsome husband George and two beautiful sons, Alex and Eli. Eli definitely has the Anthony genes in him. Funny thing is, he looks like another cousin's son when he was that age and his name is Eli as well.

I am so thankful that I finally found her. I really don't have any contact with my father. He was the youngest, so all of my aunts and uncles are deceased. I have pretty much no contact with anyone from that side of the family. I am so thankful that I have contact with Lisa now.

Thank you Facebook, for bringing us together. Now get rid of that FarmTown bullshit. I just became a Fan of "Not Playing FarmTown", along with 750,000 others!

The Tongue

I always seem to get the best photos of Riley. I just seem to have a knack for taking photos of him with his tongue out. Last night, I got this awesome shot of Riley. He was on the bed and in mid kiss. His tongue always looks so freakishly long.

Here is the original tongue photo. I took this, when Riley was very young. He was in mid-yawn. I like to call this his Gene Simmons impersonation!

Here is a more recent one, not as much tongue as usual, but still funny!

Even Travis has started to get in on the action!

One Banana

Back in June, when we were planning our annual trip to the Orlando Beauty Show, I was preparing ahead of time and was gathering shopping lists from all who were arriving after BFF Jill and I. Lynn Weber, our awesome friend from Las Vegas emailed her list. One line item stood out like a sore thumb.


1 banana- not green but not too ripe, but I like em sweet

So we had the following email conversation.

Me: Oh and you want just 1 banana or 1 bunch?
Lynn: 1 banana...and I promise I will eat it

So off BFF Jill and I go to WalMart to get the groceries. We split up the list to make the shopping go faster. Jill gets Lynn's part and immediately exclaims "One banana? Who the hell gets just one banana? Is that even allowed?" I looked at her and was all "I know! What the hell is up with that shit?"

BFF Jill went to get the ONE banana. She was totally expecting the Banana Police to come out and bust her for breaking up a bunch of bananas. Lynn Weber is a home wrecker, I tell you!

We have given Lynn shit over this since June. Just yesterday, while BFF Jill and I were shopping at Aldi's, we saw bananas that were in SEALED BAGS! We immediately thought of Lynn. I guess the Banana Police are wise to Ms. Weber's home wrecking ways and have come up with a way to keep the bunch together.

So tell me, do you buy just ONE banana or do you buy the whole bunch?

Douchebags and Cell Phones

Today, I encountered one of the biggest Douchebags in all Douchbagland. He was in line in front of me at Blockbuster Video in Butler. He approached the counter, talking very loudly on his cell phone. The clerk attempted a few times to wait on him, but he just ignored the clerk. Everyone in the store can hear his conversation. He is obviously trying to sell a vehicle that has new tires, new this and new that and is totally worth more than what is being offered. Blah, blah, blah.

My patience is running thin and the clerk is being entirely too polite. I say "If you aren't going to check out, can you please step aside?" He ignores me and the clerk, who once again attempts to wait on him. By this time there is a line behind me.

His conversation gets louder and louder until he screams, and I mean screams "I am telling you $1500 is the lowest I will accept!" That was it. I had enough. I can guarantee you that he was screaming at his wife, who talked to someone who made an offer on this douchebag's piece of shit vehicle. I said loudly, and with authority this time, "If you aren't going to check out, step aside!" No need for saying please this time. Well, this got his attention.

He never turns around, but screams at me "I am trying to check out, but no one will wait on me!" to which I yell back "They have been trying to, but you won't get off the damn phone, which is totally rude." He then screams to the person on the phone "I got to go, I just pissed some customer off" and finally hangs up the phone. I say "Dude you are being totally rude."

At this point he storms to the door. I totally think out loud at this point and say "What a douchebag". He stops at the door and looks at me and replies "You should try it." Seriously? That's all you can come up with?

You, Douchebag cell phone user, in line, screaming at your poor wife are THE Dumbass of the Week. Enjoy your title! Douche.

Becoming Carrie...

I've planned to be Carrie for Halloween for three years now. I've had most of the supplies to do her for at least three years. Between working at Scarehouse and other issues, I wasn't able to pull the costume off until this year.

It started with the dress and wig. On Monday, I had Tammy help me by squirting four tubes of fake blood on me while I was wearing the wig and dress. Little did I know that fake blood, when it dries on objects, turns purple. Now usually I am all about the purple, but not when it comes to blood. So I mixed up some acrylic paint and went to town adding about three layers of paint over the next few days. I finally got it bloody enough.

Halloween night, I started getting ready two hours before we were all to meet. I wanted the blood to be really dry on my body so that I didn't ruin the car seats or furniture. I decided to take progression photos. This is the start photo.

I then used pale face powder to make my tan skin look pale like Carrie's is. I then applied light blue eye shadow and the basics.

Then came the fun. I started dripping my face with blood. I then moved onto my arms, neck and chest. I used a hair dryer to assist in drying.

After it was all dry, I got dressed. I was ready to head to Becky's to meet everyone!

Becky was Octo-Mom!




















Jill was Ugly Betty




















Natalie was a Pirate Wench




















Amanda was Erica Estrada aka Punch




















Sandy was the Original mother of the year. We got her in a witches hat later that evening.

As we made our rounds, we met up with some old friends, here I am with Miss Ween, my former boss Bryan.

We met some new friends too, here Carrie meets Mike Tomlin!

We won some contests. Natalie won Sexy Costume, beating out the Slutty Cop. WHOO HOO! Take that slutty girls!

I won Scariest and Octo Mom took third in another contest at a different bar.

I hope everyone had as great a Halloween as I did!