A Day at the Salon
I had intended to get my hair done for a while but I kept postponing it until last weekend when I could make some time. So, off I went to Terry’s Salon. I found it packed and waited in line for about thirty minutes. Finally, my hair stylist, Jen, was free and got to work on my hair.
She gave me a rather scolding look because of the state my hair was in and interrogated me in a motherly way for not managing it well. The thing is, I was on a rather tight budget and I wanted a straightforward cut and dye.
She went to work and after an hour or so, a thought occurred to me. I figured that since I had difficulty making appointments with her, it would be better to cut it all off. Again, shock from the hair stylist! Instead, she offered to trim it but not cut it all off. A good compromise because she insisted it wouldn?t suit me.
Well, I am glad she did since I keep getting compliments on my new hairstyle and its easy to manage. My best friend is getting one this weekend too.
Jen told me about her friend Ruth who is having a baby after treatment at a Dallas fertility clinic. She said that she loved her doctor and though she’s dealing the typical morning sickness and swollen feet, she said it feels amazing that she is about to be a mom. Glad she found treatment for her fertility condition because they’ll be wonderful loving parents.
I really don’t know about it after watching these videos about IVF or in vitro fertilization or even the one about ICSI (Intracytoplasmic Sperm Injection) and IUI or Intrauterine Insemination which all seems so clinical to me but, if I were to get pregnant, I would do their IUI procedure because one of my gynecologists told me I may show signs of cysts by the time I’m ready.
I am not that technically endowed and when my CD player started skipping tracks, I didn’t know what to do. So I called my boyfriend who, out of the fore knowledge that I was inept at electronics, came over to have a look at it.
I described my usage of the device to him and told him how agonizing it was for such a prized possession to stop working. I was going for dancing classes and this is what I used to practice.
He asked me when I had cleaned the lens last and I told him that since I only played it, there was no need to tamper with the player. Well, my boyfriend looked at me somewhat surprised and burst out laughing. I found it rather senseless and annoying until he explained.
I was at fault because it turned out that it was necessary to keep the lens clean by carrying out periodical cleaning with a special CD. Actually, I had ignored this fact thinking that as I kept my apartment neat and tidy there was no way my player could get dirt inside.
I learnt a valuable lesson because I was intending to buy a new one!