Monthly Archives: February 2014

Other People’s Blogs

“Did you get my email? I started reading this blog and it made me think of your blog. It was funny,” he said.
“So you’re telling me I should start writing my blog again?” she said.
“Yes, I think so. And you can write about NYC apartment hunting,” he said.
Well apparently he thinks she’s funny and her writing (as does this other person’s blog) reminds him of . . . of . . . what’s her name . . . Damn I can see her face. . . She can hear her voice (in writing, of course). Going through the alphabet now – A, B, C — He reaches for his computer – Erma Bombeck! Yes, that’s it. She had already gone through the alphabet twice and couldn’t come up with a name.

Wish I could remember the blog Drew was referring to but much time has passed and I haven’t a clue.

Alrighty now, got that squared away. Wish I had more to say right now but my phone is pinging (texts), my back is hurting, and I have a lot of reading to catch up on. But I’m attempting to keep up with my posts and my goal for now is at least once a week. consider this the once!

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My First Yelp Review

My first Yelp review — and it looks like it’s filtered!!! Now what? Keep posting? Whine, dine, review again and again until I become a legitimate reviewer? (Please, please calm down and stop bugging out — I really did mean whine with an h – although a nice bottle of wine does pair well with any review.)

How does this work? It’s not posted. It’s been a week. Is there a review committee that reviews reviews … are they checking my credit score? I don’t get it. All I am saying is, “Five stars for Vanessa and the staff at Fox and Jane, Cobble Hill.”

Seriously, I don’t need no stinkin’ cosmetic surgery — all I need is an AB FAB Vanessa cut/color and I Feel Fine!

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This Ain’t No Stinkin’ Reflexology

Reflexology involves the physical act of applying pressure to the feet, hands, or ears with specific thumb, finger, and hand techniques without the use of oil or lotion.

So I’m laying on the table — all covered up, my coat and purse are safely secured in a locker in the hallway. I made an appointment for a 30 minute foot reflexology session.  At first I was disappointed. I walked in and it was a nail salon. But as soon as I told them I had an appointment for REFLEXOLOGY they directed me to a separate area behind closed doors — dim lights, quiet, no perfume scent or chitter chatter in the air. Nice!

I’m on the table, face up, covered in blankets, glasses off — relaxing. And then it’s time. Rub, rub, squish, squish up and down my leg NOT my foot. Okay enough with the leg. Lets get to the foot. Thirty minutes means 15 minutes per foot and so far it’s all leg. Where’s the pain?  Rub, rub, rub. Why so much time on the leg? And what’s with the oil? Work those points! Let’s feel some pain. Enough with the rubbing, oily, squishy stuff. Get out the pencil eraser and dig in. Hammer, knuckles, come on now — what’s with this gentle pampering of the feet — well, actually more like legs . . . too much time on the legs. And then more oil and hot stones. Not what I was after at all.

And then after a painless 30 minutes I am led to a chair in the back room. There’s a glass of cold water and a paper cup of green tea. I am told to drink the water and then sip the tea.  I take a sip of the water. Too cold and too much. I find the water cooler and empty the contents of the glass down the drain. I sip the tea but I can’t relax. My phone is still in the locker. Has anyone called me? Did I receive any texts? So hard to relax. I grab my hot tea, get my coat and phone and pay. Yes, texts and messages! I see that Rachel and Thera texted me. How much should Rachel tip on a haircut? Damn, I wasn’t there for her. I hope she managed! Thera said, “Don’t buy lemons!” Ah, thank goodness I got the message.

I’ve been searching for years for the a good reflexology place . . . no luck. Well, awhile ago I did go to a place on Sunrise Highway in Bellmore. Sitting in the back room with my feet in someone’s hands. I was about to say “harder is okay,” when he found a pressure point on my toe and I almost jumped out of the seat. Yes, this is what I was waiting for! Working those points. I felt great afterwards. The only distracting part I remember was the quacking. I kept hearing quacking. Was it dinner or Rachel? No, it wasn’t Rachel… my phone was on silent.

Went back there twice.. both times disastrous. Each time they sat me down in the brightly main room in the pedicure section. Rub, rub, rub, legs, legs, legs! No pressure and lots of oil and chatting amongst themselves.

Haven’t been able to find a decent place anywhere. Suggestions? Near Merrick, NY or East Village?

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