When You Are Pressed, Press On!
Monday, March 12, 2012 at 4:11PM 
This hand injury situation has made me a bit of an invalid. It reminds me of when I clipped my parrot's wings the other day, after he flew 60 feet to the top of a tree in my front yard. After that incident I cut his wings and he was GROUNDED.
My wings have now been cut and I am oh so grounded too.
My husband has been taking care of me and he even has to dress me in the morning. Indeed, I am not only grounded, but also sitting in a hangar, waiting for my aircraft mechanic to help get me going in the morning. I need help dressing, opening things, and even cutting my food. Wait, did I injure my hands or am I in a nursing home?
I am starting to enjoy this slave service, I won't deny it. I am limited though, and my blogs are sitting dormant so I downloaded the Dragon app to my iPhone so hopefully I can get some work done.
My helpful assistant showed up this morning and asked, "Can I get you anything from the pharmacy?" I said, "Actually, yes, I am being pressed right now because of my injuries. Would you please pick up some "Press On" fingernails for me?"
He agreed and came back with 4 boxes of nails. As he showed me each one, I was taken back a few decades to those days when I would sneak and apply my mother's press on nails to my own, waiting for the day when I would be old enough to wear them full-time.
Well, I am more than old enough now, and you can add a few decades to that.
Even with the stitches, I was able to put these fantastic nails on my left hand, and the shade I am wearing below is Revlon #91051 - Vintage Velvet.
My assistant so knows my style. It is incredible since he is a hippie who basically helps me with the urban farm and the aquaponics. Still, he has managed to pick up on my style in the last six months of working with me. See how style speaks volumes about who you are?
People get to know your personality through your style. Here is the "Press On Nail" side of my personality.
Press on!
Reader Comments (4)
Oh, the irony.
Right before I showed up, you were blogging:
I only wish I had some press on fingernails to complete the look.
Well, having not heard from you (obviously due to your hand injury... there was this nagging feeling in the back of my head:
I NEED to check on Rachel this morning. I can always do something else if I'm not needed.
And, at though through writing that thought, you projected your wish into the universe and someone was kind enough to answer.
Yes, I am smart enough to come back with colors like this and know better than to bring something back called "Vixen".
No lie. I liked the color, but there was absolutely no way I would bring that back to you.
There is no way in the world I'd want any woman I know buying that product -- no matter how good the color is. Not you, not your daughters, not my sisters, my mother, my girlfriend, my female friends and family.
I don't recall who made that particular box of nails. I just remember thinking, "If I were a woman, I could NEVER respect myself for buying the color because of the name."
And as someone who tries to be an evolved male, I would have difficulty respecting a woman who had nails with that name.
Granted...not as bad as "booty call" -- I have to say -- after reading that blog post, I'm really appalled at the fashion industry for that.
Heal well, and as always -- thank you for spreading your light and gifts to the world.
Fondly,
The Hippie Assistant who doesn't care how many strange looks he got in the make-up aisle
When I first saw this I thought, "What kind of SPAMMER knows my business and why would they take the time to write such a long comment?!" Then I recognized your name, "Hippie Assistant" and I knew it was safe to approve. See you tomorrow morning.
consistent and wise words.
can you give us some tips on how you did to make your blog so popular? thanks a lot.