My face and neck (and lets not mention my ears) are sunburned and I did deal with a whiny child for most of the day but besides that, it’s been a good day. We went to Six Flags as the end of the year trip for the students and I got assigned to go with 3 students who wanted to ride the “extreme” rides. Well…it didn’t turn out as planned. One didn’t realize what extreme meant until he saw the rides and freaked the fuck out and the other two I think liked talking more about the rides and didn’t realize what was involved! I did get the child who was freaking out on one roller coaster…and then felt guilty as hell when he burst into tears and told me he wanted the ride to stop because he didn’t feel well and couldn’t breathe! Good one, Hillary! However when we got off, he goes…that was kind of fun! He whined the whole time but he is also the class hypochondriac so I guess that was to be expected! The water park went over much better with them and I ended up swimming in the wave pool in my clothes (a little t-shirt and shorts) – good times! I actually had a good time to my surprise with the 3 of them. My favorite line, after taking one of them on the Twister (a huge water slide) with 2 of the seniors: “That was fun but my butt crack hurts now!” TMI kid. TMI.

Tomorrow begins my series of half days at work from now until next Wednesday! I work from 8-12:30. Sweet. Actually I took off Monday for Mommy’s court case for her divorce so I work Tuesday and Wednesday next week (and potentially Friday to help reorganize the classroom for July) but otherwise I’m free for 2 weeks!

So I’m curious: how many of you like having your picture taken? If so, do you like how your picture comes out? Do you think you’re photogenic?

I ask this as tonight I sat there and looked through Lelia and Adam’s wedding pictures and cringed every time I saw a picture of myself (with the exception of one or two that I liked). I love being in pictures but I hate often times how I come out in pictures. I don’t know if it was my hair that day (the humidity went to town on my hair and left a wreck!), the dress (not so crazy about the bridesmaid dress once I saw myself in it in the photos), or just me not being photogenic at all, but I felt horrible looking at myself in those pictures. But then Jon sent me two pics that were taken of us at Natalie’s wedding and I love them! I look actually cute! One thing is for sure, I do need to lose weight :/

However it made me smile looking at some of Lelia’s pictures of me even though I wasn’t happy with how I looked. My nose is a bit ethnic and steretypical, I will admit to that. It’s more apparent when you see a side photo of me…but as I looked at a side profile pic of me, all I could think was hey, I got Bubby’s nose from the side! Yay!

My other question for you that popped in my head today as I got my eyebrows waxed after work…is what we do for beauty an inherited trait? If so, what have you picked up from your family?

I get my eyebrows done…and have been doing so since I was 13 and my cousin (who’s the same age) and I were with our moms as they got their nails done wanted to try getting her eyebrows waxed and she convinced me to do it. Ever since, I get my eyebrows waxed about every two weeks. However, I like everyone else in my family, adore manicures and pedicures and I do admit I get manicures on a regular basis. Since I was very little, I would go with my mom (and sometimes my aunt who would bring my cousin) and watch her get her nails done. I’ve never seen my mother’s nails unpainted and not done. Same with my aunt. And now for as long as I can remember, I’ve rarely seen my own nails unpainted.

Oddly enough, my whole family is like this. We do all actually go to the same place in Rockville and have been going there forever (at least 10 years – maybe a bit more – ever since this place opened!). My grandmother until her last days had to have her nails done – she couldn’t speak but would get pissed as hell if her nails were unpainted and she did not look up to par! From what I know, my grandfather when he was alive, also was like this – according to my mother, even when she was a child in Poland, he would have someone come to their apartment and do his nails and shave him! Had he been alive today, he’d be the type to get manicures and pedicures. It’s funny to me to think what habits we pick up from our families and carry into our own lives.