maleficent

Mirror Mirror
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I'm chatting with a colleague the other day over lunch, and somehow, the subject of plastic surgery came up, not sure how, it just did. My colleague looks at me and says, now you should really consider Botox. I'll take that under advisement, thanks. She continues on about how it would do wonders for my squint crinkles between my eyes. Now I have a crinkle the size of the Panama Canal between my eyes, brought about from years and years of squinting. My eyeglass prescription is perfect, I just squint a lot, it's something I've always done. I squint especially when I am concentrating on something.

She went on to say that Botox is painless, and would do wonders for getting rid of the wrinkles that made me look older than I should be looking, and it's just worth the investment. She has it done regularly. Now, this woman is about 4 or 5 years older than I am, and is a smoker and a sun worshipper, so she looks about 10 years older than she is, and she's lecturing me about Botox? Gotta wonder how bad I really look.

Later that evening, I got back to the hotel, and used the magafying mirror in the hotel bathroom, and did something scarey. I looked at my face. I can live with the laugh lines I'm getting around my eyes, I can live with the laugh lines around my mouth, it must mean I've laughed at some point, but the laugh lines aren't really so funny. The crater between my eyes, is really deep, I do wonder if Botox would fix that? But I'll never go beyond the wondering stage. I have better things to spend my money on.

Sometimes I wonder about other things as well. I look in the mirror at my face, and think, well that's not so bad, but then I'll look at a picture taken of me,and thing, gack, do I really look that awful? Now people are pointing out that I should consider Botox, so do they see what the picture shows, or do they see what I see in the mirror. Must be the former. What does the mirror show us? The true reflection of ourself, or what we want to see? Now I hide from my reflection in the mirror most times, but I've never thought it was bad as what I see in pictures, but other people look like their pictures, so maybe, I really do... oh well...

Saturday, I got my hair cut, for the first time in ages, went to a new stylist, and she pointed out to me that my gray needed some coverage, because it was making me look older than I am, and oh, my eyebrows needed cleaning up too, yes, that was on my list of chores for the day, to have my eyebrows waxed, it didn't help me to hear that it would make the wrinkles less apparant if they were cleaned up. Gack, I should really wander around with a paper bag on my head or something.

So, would filling in those squint creases even help? Probably not...

Falling in Love
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Oh great, I have an admirer. I'm such a lucky gal. :eyeroll: I swear this is one of those "be careful what you wish for" moments, I casually mentioned to a friend the other day, that maybe, I was ready to fall in love with someone again, after a pretty long drought, my heart wasn't as closed off as it once was, and was open to the possibility. This is a bad joke.

I swear this is a practical joke of some sort, and if I find out that someone I know is behind it, they are toast. This morning, I got a "love note" in my email, I logged on to Yahoo, and got 6 offline messages, all declarations of love, and adoration. Sweet, I suppose, but it's also a little more than disturbing. Creepy even. How can you fall in love with someone you don't know, that you've barely had two disjointed conversations with over IM, I swear I am blocking everyone but customers from now on.

I am torn between telling this guy exactly what I think, but if he's in love, then that might just hurt him, and that would be wrong, but he's starting to tick me off royally. Eh -- becareful what you wish for maryellen, you might just get it...

It's Raining Again
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Last time I checked, Chicago was in the mid-West, so why was it that when I walked out of the office, there was torrential rains, I swear I was witnessing a hurricane. No cabs available, and I was already soaked, just walking from the building to the corner, so I walked the 1/2 mile back to the hotel. Crossed one street, and it was like forging a river. Bad day to be wearing sandals, the water wasn't all that clean, really bad day to be wearing black leather sandals, because my feet have turned black from where the color bled. Fun Fun Fun...

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