Friday, March 23, 2012

Energy, underarms, and various alignment difficulties . . . 
 (sounds like a bestseller, folks) 

I am back to giving Bioenergy treatments and this week I am treating two different clients from LIFE gym. You never know if passaparola will pick up and more clients will come, but I hope so. Gemma, one of my bosses at LIFE, has given me her energy treatment twice so far and advice to help me with my alignment. She likes the exercises of this Frenchman Mezieres. Gone is my cool dance bag and a backpack will be taking its place. Who did I think I was to sling my Danza bag on one shoulder like some teenager anyway? Gemma has been a great model for how to be no nonsense about the giving of this kind of treatment and handling the business side of it. She doesn't mind at all that I also help clients from her gym which is very cool of her. 

This is where F waits to pick T's backpack up from school and chat with Fabio and Paula.

Oh and here is why I am going to win the scema/dope of the year award. I am pretty sure that the weird crystal things that were coming out of my facial pores for the last three years and causing all of this angst and red marks and stress were from, wait for it, the antiperspirant I was using. So that ten hours of Internet research which caused me to conclude that I was allergic suddenly to milk products or that I had to reduce my calcium or my uric acid intake or that my kidneys were failing was for nothing.  I now think that the Certain-Dri antiperspirant which has aluminum chloride as an ingredient and stops you from sweating for 72 hours, yeah it seemed too good to be true, is not a good idea at all. I think some kind of salt has been coming out of my pores as a result. Now I will smell worse and have more underarm stains, but my complexion should be lovely and smooth. In Italy everyone uses these crystals that are all natural. I can't imagine it is as pleasant as a roll on or spray, but maybe it comes with a genie and a wish. What do I know? I thought I was dying of antiperspirant related causes.

In other news, T is going to need braces. We managed to get her to the orthodontist appointment in Prato and the fashion show at her favorite store in town called Subdued all in the same afternoon. The nice, young sales assistants had her and her friend try on a bunch of outfits and took photos of them, which is girl paradise. I wonder if after the braces make space up there she will finally be able to roll her R's. If she does, I will owe her fifty euro from a bet we had four years ago. Kids are expensive -- especially when you use bribery as a parenting technique.
F thought this was a "cute" photo of T. He is so weird. p.s. Does your orthodontist wear stilettos?
The orthodontist's office is in the middle of nowhere. We hope they need a website.
F got two new jobs with the company he works for called Formetica teaching English in Prato. He will not be able to have lunch with us for a couple of months, but it is good that he found something extra just as my fitness lessons will be winding down. Yay English! Boo cereal for lunch . . .

2 comments:

Laurence said...

> Boo cereal for lunch . . .

There is such a thing as a grilled cheese sandwich, you know :)

FB said...

Nah, too difficult. :)