Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Well it just came down the pike that NAILS Magazine pretty much expected me to take the holiday off too ... but I just had to sneak in one more post this week before the offices

Well it just came down the pike that NAILS Magazine pretty much expected me to take the holiday off too ... but I just had to sneak in one more post this week before the offices shut down and my editor goes home to whatever she does when she isn't cleaning up my typos and trying to make sense of my babbling writing style.
But Thanksgiving is this week, and naturally, I thought I'd make the obligatory post about things I'm thankful for.
Somewhere along the line, I realized I was not going to be a famous and talented actor of either screen or stage, and the odds of my ever winning a Grammy are so poor that somewhere Simon Cowell is cringing at my just mentioning the notion! So I will probably never have an opportunity to give that Oscar or Tony acceptance speech I've been working on since I was 8.
This is probably the closest I'm ever going to get to having an audience for that speech, so I want to take this moment to say "thank you" to my mother for making me Kool-Aid when I was 8.
I had to beg her to get up and do it, and ultimately, I promised that I would thank her for it when I accepted my Tony award. I just want her to know I haven't forgotten.
And I wanted to remind everyone — not that we all aren't inundated with this sentiment this time of year — to remember to think of your glass as half full this Thanksgiving, and don't forget to be glad for the little things, like a pitcher of Kool-Aid when you were 8, or the crazy 12-hour days you're working this week that leave no time to tick anything off your personal to-do list, but come in mighty handy when you finally get into the store after standing in line for two hours at 4 a.m. on Friday.
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Maggie recalls the time she tried to figure out how to dispose of her salon chemicals.
With a vacation approaching, Maggie can’t wait to put some distance between herself and the drama of the salon.
Maggie doesn’t hesitate to confront clients about past sins.
How sick is too sick for a nail appointment?
Maggie is fed up with clients who won’t get off the phone.
Maggie needs to remind herself that she has options.
Maggie is trading in one writing genre for another.
Maggie knows too much about sanitation to get excited about a strange Jacuzzi tub.
Maggie is no longer certain nails are in her long-term future.
Maggie is learning about the downside of success — scheduling is a nightmare.
Maggie contemplates the limits of her charitable impulses.
Maggie is not too keen on clients bringing in their own nail supplies.
Just because Maggie isn’t with a client doesn’t mean she’s not working.
Twenty-two years of doing nails takes a toll on the hands.
Maggie doesn’t want her product reps dropping by.
Maggie enjoys other people’s drama — up to a point.