Beauty is pain

So ya'll know I get my nails done...you've seen my super cute pics on Instagram.  If you thought I did that myself then you don't know me at all...

I've been going for like 3 or 4 years now & I met the guy (Tony) & his wife (Tammy) at the nail place in Corydon.  Then like a year & a half ago they moved to Tammy's nieces shop in Jeffersonville.  It takes me about an hour to get there but they had been doing my nails for over a year at that point & I knew them & they knew me & I decided driving to Jeffersonville every 2 weeks wasn't gonna kill me.  I mean - I drive like 7 miles to work everyday - it all evens out, people.

Beauty is pain.

When I tell the girls at work stories about our conversations they are amazed that I can understand them.   They say, 'How do you understand them?  When I get a pedicure I can not figure out what they're saying!'  Sometimes it is really difficult, but I've known them long enough now that I tell them I didn't understand & make them say it again (rather than just smile & nod - you know how it goes!) 

And we talk about all kinds of stuff.  I'm so curious about people & have YOU ever known anyone that lived in Cambodia & came here to live & then became a US citizen?  I haven't so it's super interesting to me!  Last night we talked about the process they went through to get their Green Cards to come to America.  We take living here for granted!

My funniest story is last year after the Derby Tony asked me if 'I went to the Debbie?'  I said, "Did I go WHERE?"  He said, 'The Debbie.  Did you go to the Debbie?'  I was like, "Debbie?  I don't understand what you're talking about." (& of course I'm being friendly & funny about it - I'm not a bitch about it.  Again-I've known them a while now - they get I'm sarcastic & funny.)  He said, 'the horse race -  the Debbie'.  I said, "OH MY GOD.  You mean the DeRRRRby."  He said, 'Yea, that's what I said - the Debbie.'   Then I proceeded to try & teach him that it was the Derrrrrby not the debbie.  I can't put into written word how funny it was but trust me when I tell you it was hilarious trying to get him to say DeRby.    The conversation went like this:

Jaime:  "Derby.  Say Derby."

Tony:  'Duhby'

Jaime:  "No, Derrrrrrrby."

Tony:  'Duhhby"

Jaime:  "No.  Derrrr.  Derrrrr.  Derrrrrby."

Tony:  "Duhhhhhby". 

He kind of rolls his 'R's' so the closest he could get was the "Duhhhhby."

Beauty is pain.

OK-so Wed after work I went to have my nails done.  I usually go on Mondays because they're slower after the weekend but they were closed for the holiday.  When I walked in Leah, the owner, said, 'It's not Monday, Jaime!'  (Like I said - they know me!)

I had a cute Pinterest stolen idea all ready but it turned out I needed a new set of nails put on.  When I get a new set I ALWAYS get the white tips (like a french manicure) because I'm weird I don't think the french tips ever look as good as they do when you get fresh tips put on.  Sure, they can paint the tips of your nails white & all but it never never looks as natural in my opinion.  

First I have to undergo the removal process of my other nails.  Now-I don't know how other nail guys do it - by MY guy?  Oh, he loves to torture me.  He takes a nail tip & wedges it between my real nail & the gel overlay & PRIES it off.  

And I wanted to be sure to share pics w/ you every step of the way.

Because if you're wondering if it hurts?

YES it does.  Like a son of a bitch.

Beauty is pain.

And if you're counting - I have TEN fingers so we do this process TEN times. 

(I have had them soaked off before, but that takes like FOREVER.  Yes it's less painful but it's long & messy.  I say rip off the band-aid...)

And this is what we're left with.  Paper thin, roughed up, gross looking nails.

It feels really funny for the few minutes they are naked.  It's almost like they are breathing.  But they are only allowed to breath for a few minutes before we start the whole process over.  

Who needs breathing nails?  Not me! 

Beauty is pain.

Next he attaches the new white claws tips.  

I keep my nails pretty short & I have NO idea how people function w/ nails like this.  I mean-I couldn't even push a button on my phone with this nonsense.

Finally we were finished w/ the torture.

It was time to hang out under the light for 10 minutes & be on my way.

 As soon as I got in the car I took a Tylenol.  It hurts right then when they're ripping the nails off, but it stops... until later that evening when your nails & finger tips are THROBBING.  I learned to pop one of these bad boys right after so the pain isn't as bad later on.  However, I did wake up in the morning w/ throbbing fingers.

Beauty is pain.