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Okay, so here is what I look like today.

I mean not much, but hey when you wear your pajamas to work (aka scrubs), wearing a headband in my hair is pretty much like getting ready for the prom. Just so you know, I'm wearing my "cute" scrubs with a ruffle, and I'm wearing mascara. Having said that, now the story can begin. (Man my face looks chubby in that photo!)

A patient today, who shall remain nameless, came in complaining of shortness of breath. We spent 45 minutes together pretty eye to eye during the exam and then I walked her up to the front to check out. The waiting room is full of other patients, as well as receptionists at the desk. I say adios and send her off into the waiting room and she raises her voice to get my attention and says, "Can I give you this? You look like you could use it." And hands me the below pictured item:
A lovely trial size of lipstick, eyeshadow, and blush. To which my response was like:

"What the f#$%^&*?"

So what you're tellin' me, is I'm walking around looking like some homeless vagabond who needs a serious makeover. It would be like me telling this patient, who complains of shortness of breath, "Can I give you this? You look like you could use it" and then handing her a mirror! I mean at 5' 1" 265 pounds...what can I tell ya? Not to mention she was dolled up like she was headed to the gala event of the century. She clearly had to have gotten up at about 5 this morning to apply her make up to make it to the 11 am appointment.

In my mind I was thinking:

"Hey, I know, I have a little something for you in my pocket...."

and then whip out this:

My blow up bird!

People kill me! I love it! I am never offended, but just find people so dang interesting! The stuff people say is hysterical! I'm sure I've put my foot in my mouth plenty of times...that's for another post, but I had to laugh at this one! My mommy told me when I was a little girl that I was always pretty with or without makeup. It's summer, my friends, days of no foundation, except for a little moisturizer and SPF. The funny thing is, I'll be the first to admit that I don't wear a lot of make up. And this is in no way a fishing expedition for comments on whether I look good with or without makeup! I also am a huge fan of having your own business (BeanLees), but I'm also a huge fan of minding your own business!:) Time and place, people, there is a time and place.

It got me thinking: How do hairstylists do it? Aren't there times when I'm sure they see some bad mullet, or "Edward scissor hands-gone-awry-hairdo" and are tempted to give them their card. What about the esthetician who sees a man or woman man or woman hmmm, can't quite decide the gender because they have a full mustache? I'm sure they would like to give out their card to help them out with a wax.

Ya know, just interesting thoughts worthy of documentation. Hey, this is MY journal blog!
As a side note, this patient asked if I would give her my number so she could follow up on how I liked the make up...to which I gave her a completely false set of 7 digits! Whoops! Sorry, lady I'm not helpin' you on your way to the pink Cadillac--but good luck!