Silicon Valley chiropractor Poppy Clayton is as calm, cool, and adjusted as they come . . . or is she?
Known for her bad fashion sense, a love for all things natural, and the inability to get a second date, Poppy is beginning to wonder if she might be misaligned herself.
Poppy's route to self discovery will be an unnatural one involving a plastic surgeon (of all people!), a condemned house in Santa Cruz, and a wedding date from the dark side. It's enough to send a girl and her gal pals running for their favorite spa!
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calm, cool, and adjusted
By kristin billerbeck
Copyright © 2006 Kristin Billerbeck
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Miles run: 6 Laps swum: 24 Desperation scale: 2
Contrary to popular opinion, I am not desperate. Not yet anyway. I would just prefer to have an escort for my best friend's wedding before my friends find me a mercy date. I suppose I just don't understand why anyone cares that I have a date for the wedding. It's not like I have a reputation for being normal. When I show up to any event, it's expected that I'll dance to the beat of my own drum. It's part of my charm.
Besides, a mercy date is so demeaning. I shudder to think about the reading of the vows next to someone I barely know. There's the uncomfortable shifting, the avoiding of glances while the romantic promises are read. Does anyone facing thirty really need that kind of pressure? I think not. A girl of my age should be allowed to show up at a wedding unencumbered, to pluck from the trough of the buffet without fear or recriminations. I am a modern woman. I'll get my endorphins from chocolate, thank you very much.
Why must we always come down to the men? Men are a dime a dozen. (Well, not the good ones, but my point is still valid.) I'm not doting or cutesy or even able to hold my tongue at the point when most women know better. My goal is health: to make as many people healthy as possible. Most people simply aren't concerned about their health, and when I look into a pair of green eyes surrounded by a yellowish tint, how can I not comment on their liver function? I'm a doctor, after all! Granted, I didn't actually take the Hippocratic oath-I'm a chiropractor. However, I did earn the "Doctor" title and so I like to think that brings me in under an umbrella clause. One of the benefits of doctor status is my free advice. Am I right? What's the first thing people do at parties to a doctor? "Oh, Doc, I have this ache in my shoulder."
Emma, my receptionist, comes in gnawing on a carrot. Emma is the epitome of health and beauty-what the women's magazines put on their covers-and yet she sees none of it. Wastes her life on a useless boyfriend and working here. Not that I'm not grateful, mind you. I just see her accomplishing so much more with her life and healthy habits. Perhaps finding a sexy marathon runner and settling down. But Emma will have none of it. Her ambition is to have conversations all day with my patients, and then fill me in on the gossip. It's a quest for her. To know more about everyone than they know about themselves.
"Hey, Poppy, Dr. Nip/Tuck is here to see you." She bites off another piece of carrot as she finishes her sentence. "He's so fine. You be nice."
I force down a smile because I know exactly why Dr. Jeff Curran is here. I push through the custom curtain to the office foyer, which is a muted red to inspire energy, wealth, and romance. The plastic surgeon from the office next door sort of matches the wall-his face is a deep shade of scarlet, and something tells me he's not getting the peaceful feeling from my waterfall feature in the office.
Dr. Jeff is a bit of a dichotomy. You get the impression he used to be ruggedly handsome and hardily masculine before succumbing to the evils of his trade. Now, his skin is as smooth as a baby's bottom-as if he's microdermabrasioned daily. Truth be told, he scares me a little because this man is wielding a knife to bring others into his plastic fold.
Perhaps I'm too harsh on him. He is quite handsome; it just pains me to admit it. He's attractive in that high school quarterback way. But I imagine the only kind of woman he wants is his own mirror image with implants. At least that's my assessment. As I said, maybe I'm too harsh on him.
"Hi, Dr. Curran. Is there something I can help you with?" I use my sweetest, low-toned voice to inspire calm. His eyes thin in immediate challenge, which makes me sigh. Why are there people on earth who make Christianity so difficult? Those who seem to make you an immediate hypocrite just because they are so grating? I suppose it's the weeds in the field, a product of the fall, but Jeff Curran makes me feel so spiritually weak. He claims Christianity, actually goes to my church, but he and I could not be more opposite if he were a Hindu and I a Muslim. We are, most certainly, unequally yoked in the Christian sense.
"You parked your Subaru in my space again." He tries to keep the anger from his voice, but he doesn't succeed. He says Subaru like it's a main course on Fear Factor.
I did park my car there. On purpose, actually. It's not technically his space, but he's so attached to it I just can't help but taunt him with my inferior car. I sort of enjoy forcing humanity upon him, making him deal with us little people. Yes, it's childish, but what else do I have going on? When life is boring, you spice it up. Granted, it's the same way I did it in second grade, but what can I say? I'm easily amused.
"Have I defiled the space? How will you ever park your Beamer there again? Did I leave an oil stain?" I ask hopefully.
His jaw clenches. "My reputation is everything in this career, Ms. Clayton." (He refuses to call me Doctor.) "Would you like it if your earthy clients caught you driving a Hummer?" He crosses his arms, waiting for my answer. "I didn't think so."
"Maybe you'd like me to get you a nameplate for the spot so everyone will know what you drive." This makes me laugh a little. As though his personalized "TuckMe" license plate doesn't tell everyone just whose car it is.
"Poppy, you are the most peaceful woman I know. I come in here and there are scented candles burning, soft music playing, a water fountain. So tell me, how is it you're so peaceful ..." He pauses. "... to everyone else? Why must I endure your wrath? What makes me so special?"
That's a good question, and the simple answer is that I don't like him, and I don't like what he does for a living. Feeding off the insecurities of women. Hmm ... I suppose I believe I must be his voice of reason. Oscar has Felix, SpongeBob has Squidward, and Dr. Jeff has me. It's the natural course of life.
Since I didn't answer him, Jeff continues. "Since we must share office space, would you mind keeping your clients' cars from my side of the parking lot? It's closer for them, anyway. I think the more convenient we make it for our clients, the better-" He swallows abruptly. "-doctors-" He chokes on the word. "The better doctors we'll both be. Certainly we can agree on that much."
I hate to be patronized. For all intents and purposes, I've been an adult since I was thirteen. At thirty, I hardly need someone to dumb it down for me. "I can't exactly go outside and direct traffic. I have a business to run here. Besides, maybe if your clients walk more, they'll need less liposuction," I say.
He stands over me menacingly, and I have to admit, he is prettier than me. He's like a work of art, and I find myself getting lost in his baby blues, which hold no sparkle at the moment. Even angry, they're beautiful. "You're sabotaging my practice, Poppy, and I know you wouldn't do that on purpose." Again with the patronization. "My clients see the beaters your patients drive and worry that I'm a hack surgeon. They need to trust me with the knife, and part of that is creating an environment they trust. Like your Zen spa space here."
"Red is the color of energy. My clients should leave here energized and ready to face the world, not relaxed." Somehow, that seems different to me than judging a surgeon by the cars in the parking lot, but what do I know of his world?
He gazes up at the wall. "Whatever. Listen, when I have my own surgical center in a few years, I won't be here. So let's do our best to coexist, shall we?" He moves a hanging leaf away from his face. "After that, your jungle can reclaim its own and you can go back to smoking incense or whatever it is you do over here."
"Jeff, you park your car in front of my office. Granted, I understand you don't want your beloved Lexus scratched, but it makes it look like I'm here for the money. Just like you don't want the beaters in front of your office, I don't want the status symbol in front of mine. It says that I value the wrong things in life."
"Status symbol? I beg your pardon, but I drive a very practical car and the space in front of your office is bigger. No door dings, as you pointed out."
"It really bothers you this is a free country, doesn't it? All these people running around with wrinkles and fat you can't suck out. It's just criminal that God makes you deal with the riffraff, but I'm afraid that's the way it is. I park there because I want my patients to trust me. It's the same difference."
"Uh, no, it's not. I'm not charging them seventy-five bucks a pop for voodoo. My clients actually get what they pay for. I promise and I deliver. With you, it's just the luck of the draw."
I gasp audibly at his true belief in my practice. "I beg your pardon. Chinese medicine has been around longer than your rudimentary surgery skills. Which will, I'm sure, be out of date with the next brilliant procedure that plasters the skin tighter to the bone. I cure the whole body, not just focus on the superficial."
He looks around my office and at the water feature in particular. "I'm doing important work over there. I'm not just creating an ambiance."
Just as he says this, a woman with lips the size of inflated tires comes through the door. "Oh, thorry," she lisps. "Thought thith wath the exit." She quickly retreats, and I have to cover my giggle. I'm not sure where plumping lips the size of life preservers comes in on the importance scale, but that's his problem, not mine.
"Your lips thin when you get older, Ms. Clayton. Someday you too may want injections and just so you know there're no hard feelings, I'll be happy to plump them up the first time for free."
"If you're hoping I'll give free adjustments for oversized implants and their effects on the back, I'm afraid I won't return the favor."
"I don't do implants for cosmetic reasons, and you know that."
I've heard him make a point of that, and as much as the rest of his work disgusts me, I can respect that. But we rarely give each other the benefit of the doubt. It's part of our insane and ludicrous mutual attraction, I suppose.
"Poppy." He lowers his voice to that sexy purr he possesses. "Does it really bother you that I park there?"
I pause for a moment to really ponder the question because he sounds as if he's really interested. "No," I admit. Just your very presence in my building annoys me, I think with regret for my own control tendencies.
As much as this man drives me crazy, he's a very warm spirit. He's gentle and kind, just incredibly misguided. And Lord forgive me, there's something within me that wants to set him on the path to righteousness on a daily basis. If I wasn't visited weekly by people who had destroyed their health over something cosmetic or unnecessary, I wouldn't have this attitude. I really wouldn't.
"My patients just don't want to get old before their time. I know we disagree on methods, but-"
I interrupt him. "How can you perpetuate the myth that it's about nothing more than being an ornament?"
"I don't perpetuate that myth, as you put it. But it seems selfish that you would stop women from trying to improve themselves. It's a choice, you know, and most women aren't blessed with your looks or that body."
"Is that a professional opinion?" I ask him. I have no idea why I love to see him squirm, but I apparently live for it. I see his eyes fall on my figure and quickly come to my eyes as if he hasn't noticed a thing.
"As I was saying ..." I see him visibly swallow and for some reason, this gives me a small thrill. "Clients seek my help when they aren't given what nature has been so generous with for you. I would think being beautiful-"
I look down. I'm above this. I know better than to fall for smooth talking, but as I meet his gaze I realize I'm only human.
"And don't play coy as if you don't know it, Poppy. Women know the power beauty yields them, and you're no different. As I was saying, I think you'd have a little more mercy on your fellow woman."
Dang, he knows how to make me feel small. I want people to know the power that healthy living can bring them; I want them to know they hold the gift of God's creation right at their fingertips. But I stumble and become so very human when Jeff calls me beautiful. I am so petty. So vain in my own way. "I won't park in your beloved space, all right? Are we done now?"
"I appreciate that." He flashes those teeth once more and retreats into his world of Botox and silicone. Plastic surgery. Even the name drives me insane. Everything about it says fake, facade, industrial, when we, as doctors, should be teaching the world all things natural: eating habits, renewable resources, exercise. If he wasn't so Neanderthal, he would see that. But I hold out little hope for him as he slinks back to where he came from.
"I don't know why he annoys you so much," Emma says, staring at the closed door our offices share. "He's always nice to you. He tries, Poppy-you have to give him that."
"He's really not that kind, Emma. You're just charmed by him. Like a snake in his basket. He plays a tune, and we all follow blindly." I click my tongue, "And I'm no different."
"Maybe I am charmed, but so what? Does everyone have think like you?"
"Of course not, but it would help if my office staff did. Do you know how many people I see sick from all the environmental triggers in the air? That man deliberately injects people with botulism for vanity's sake. It's his entire worldview I have trouble with. Not him, per se."
"It's not like he's forcing it on people. He's not at a loss for clients. That place is like Grand Central over there, and have you seen they're carrying that really good mineral makeup at the medical spa?"
I look at her with my naked face. "No, I hadn't noticed."
One thing about Emma, what she lacks in ambition she more than makes up for in opinion. "What makes you think you have any right to change him, Poppy?"
"Don't you see, Hollywood is forcing it-people have an unnatural desire to be youthful. It's so important to maintain balance in all areas of your life. If you don't want to age, you should live a healthy lifestyle."
"Remember that Grape Nuts guy did that, and he still died. Besides, it's not all about health; it's about looking good too. No one wants to go through life with 9 percent body fat and the face of a troll, am I right?" Emma asks.
"How can the body work against those poisons he injects, Emma?" I shake my head. "He just wakes up wrong every day. We can't all age like Cher. We shouldn't. It isn't natural."
"Of course it isn't natural. That's why it's called plastic surgery. Plastic, not so natural. Surgery, not natural. What does that have to do with you taking his parking space everyday?" Emma asks.
"It just makes me feel better, all right? Sort of my own way of balancing him out. I'm the yin to his yang. I bring balance to his world."
"I don't know. I like him. He's always very complimentary of you." Emma looks at the door, like a retriever waiting for its owner to return. "You don't have to agree with each other to share office space." She shrugs. "What do you say to each other at church when you attend?"
"Nothing. And he's complimentary of everyone, Emma. It's how he makes his money. 'Oh, you're beautiful, dahlink!' Let me flash my fake smile at you as an exclamation point. He's a used car salesman with a knife. No wait, that's too unkind to the car salesman!"
"I just think you could work a little harder to be neighborly. Love thy neighbor as thyself, and all that."
"I am being neighborly. I'm showing him that his neighbor is valuable even in an American vehicle."
"No, you're being motherly. Like you always are-you think you're Mother Earth and you can parent the rest of us so much better than we can handle our own lives." Emma grabs up her purse, which is weighted down with foodstuffs. She gnaws constantly, like a chipmunk, usually on some grain, and has such a high metabolism she even makes the scales nervous. "Want something from next door?"
I shake my head. There's a café next door. It's a tiny, Greek place with wonderful delicacies like hummus and grape-leaf sandwiches, but my encounter with Dr. Nip/Tuck has left me without an appetite. "I have a full schedule this afternoon. I want to keep the patients moving through, and I think I'll just run for a while. I need to clear my head."
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If you are a fan of Kristin Billerbeck, or chick lit in general, you'll enjoy this book. As with the other spa girls, Poppy has her own quirks, but once she faces them, her life changes as well. Uplifting, easy read, a bit predictable, but most chick lit is, right. Billerbeck throws in the occasional twist just to keep you on you toes, but you ultimately know what is going to happen in the end. but it is fun getting there.
This is so funny! I love the whole idea of Poppy. I'm not a hippy at heart, but I have been noted as 'eccentric' so I know how it feels to be a 'weirdo' as Poppy says. I think it's so funny how Poppy tries to keep her mouth shut. . .but just can't. I love the chapter with Poppy and Simon at her childhood home. It made me a little misty eyed. I LOL so many times I lost count! Good read!
From the backcover copy: 'The third novel in the Spa Girls Series focuses on Silicon Valley chiropractor Poppy Clayton, who is as calm, cool and adjusted as they come. Or is she? Known for her bad fashion sense, a love for all things natural and the inability to get a second date, Poppy is beginning to wonder if she might be misaligned herself. Her route to self discovery will be an unnatural one - a plastic surgeon, a dilapidated house in Santa Cruz, a flirtatious client, and a blind date from the dark side.' One thing I appreciated about this book is that even though it's the third installment in the series, you don't need to have read the prior two books (though you'll love them if you do) to fully appreciate this one. In Calm, Cool & Adjusted, Poppy Clayton is losing her spa girls. One is married with a baby on the way and the other has a wedding date set. Feeling a bit like the girl who is always the bridesmaid, Poppy delights in the fact that she is different. As a chiropractor and alternative medicine guru, she focuses all her time and attention on making people well, whether or not they want to hear about her cures. At the same time her spa girls think she's taking it to a new extreme and are concerned about her. They give her an ultimatum: find a normal date for the wedding and its showers or they will find one for her. Poppy is beautiful but doesn't see it, so rarely makes it past the first date with a guy. There's always something wrong with them, whether liver function or personality. Poppy takes the challenge on...and picks the cosmetic surgeon who's office is next door to hers. Sparks fly every time they are together. Add in a patient who might want to be more and a set-up courtesy of her spa girls, and Poppy feels like her non-existent love life is spiraling out of control. Then there's her father who has suddenly left her the run down childhood home. Kristin is one of my favorite Chick Lit authors and I thoroughly enjoyed this book.
Another perfect title by Kristin Billerbeck, Calm, Cool & Adjusted sums up Poppy Clayton's life better than any title I could have come up with! Poppy lives for serenity and calmness, or as she calls it, energy. She could care less about looking cool, but that's not the kind of cool the author means. Poppy finds that special cool after thawing out, and I loved the character arc! It's what I live to read! The adjusted word works very well in regards to defining not only her profession as a chiropractor, but it doubles up to describe her need to work things through and go with the flow, to stop overanalyzing everything and heal from the past. Get unstuck and show your love with your words and deeds, Poppy girl! And the first line is my very favorite opening of all time... Desperation has a scent. Is that incredibly witty, or what? Though I loved A Girl's Best Friend a lot (probably because I'm blonde, too, and Morgan was just a lovable character), I think I love this story the most! I totally adore Poppy and her quirks and defensiveness. Her obsessions are hilarious and the insightful comments about nutrition and exercise border on convicting at times. LOL! Billerbeck has an amazing ability to be snarky and yet fun in her style. I love her wit and wisdom, and the faith portion is always gracefully woven into the story. I feel like I learned the most from this book in regards to God's timing, the value of friendship, and the need for inner healing to move on. Wonderful stuff! Also, the tension is unbearable. Who will Poppy choose to be with, or will she decide to stay single? GAH! That had me going. Fortunately, the author chose the right ending or I would've screamed and it wouldn't have been pretty! Billerbeck knows how to get to a reader's heart and she pulls me in every time. I can't say enough good things about this story! Of all of Kristin's chick lit titles, this one grabbed my heart the most! Bravo!
Dr. Poppy Clayton is happy for her Spa Girls pals, but sad for herself. She is euphoric that Morgan (see A GIRL'S BEST FRIEND) and Lily (see SHE¿S ALL THAT) have found their soulmates both also are becoming mothers with the former to her fiancé¿s son and the latter being pregnant. Poppy is a bit down because she is left behind single with no loving mate in sight. Poppy is also upset that her dad is leaving California for Arizona and that her two Spa del mar buddies do not trust her to wear the right clothing or bring the right date to Morgan¿s wedding. She also has mixed feelings for spinal patient Simon who repulse and excites her after three years of back adjustments. Then there are the male doctors who sandwich her at the office who would make a fine date. , Morgan and Lily find her a blind date for the wedding, but Poppy declines. Upset Poppy heads to the spa for a mental adjustment. --- CALM, COOL & ADJUSTED is a terrific Spa Girls tale as Poppy between health drinks begins to understand what life is all about as she suddenly has several men in her life. She is a fabulous protagonist, perhaps the best of the series, as she seems so real with her feelings of envy and joy towards her spa pals. Fans will appreciate Kristen Billerbeck¿s fine chick lit character study wondering all the way who, if anyone, Poppy chooses. --- Harriet Klausner