Maybe worse then the pain of getting my eyebrows waxed is what the lady says when I go;
"Why you no want your lip wax?" What wrong with my lip?
The first time I had my eyebrows waxed I was so not prepared for the pain. Mind you I've given birth naturally, I still think its right up there with pushing a watermelon out your bum, which is what natural childbirth feels like. After the first eye about got ripped off, I sat there with the other eye covered in wax and paper while 2 other women got their eyebrows waxed. I figured I could live with some paper on my eyebrow, anything to not have to remove it. I even asked the lady if she could pull super slow 1 hair at a time. My friend was quite embarassed, and I didn't wax again for many years.
Now I get my eyebrows done as rarely as possible, just before I get a unibrow, and I still hate it so much. So this trend towards waxing everything and I mean EVERYTHING is totally lost on me.
My hairy self finally feels vindicated; was reading recently that scientists believe the rash of quickie marriages/divorces that have increased in the last few years could be tied to waxing. Hear me out, this makes sense.
You know phermones, the scent or chemical you give off that determines if you are physically attracted to another person? Hence the term chemical reaction. Well phermones need a place to rest and they don't rest on the hair on our heads and they don't stick around on bareskin. So when we wax everything we are waxing our phermones right off. Hairless people are meeting other hairless people and they think they may be compatible but time goes by, a little hair grows, the phermones come out and WOOPS the chemical reaction is more like when I pour clorox bleach into clorox color safe bleach. Kaboom! No chemical attraction.
So glad my hairy self met my hairy husband when we were both hairy. Maybe thats why we've stayed married so long.
One thing though; If HotRod were to get a hairy back, I would beg him to go visit the "Why you no want your lip wax?" woman.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Phisherobilias and Mo
Shout out to phisherobilias! I like to read blogs. I'm amazed how many millions of blogs. Why do so many people take the time? So many good ones. Some get $$$, then I see better ones that aren't sponsored (no $$$). How does that work?
Then my daughter (nickname 'Mo") blogs, how did she get so smart? How does she know those big words? BYU education is paying off. Yeah!
She is dropping out, I learn from her blog. Nonetheless, her blog inspires me.
Meet Rachel, I read her blog. I am infatuated with her zest for life. And finally I decide, I could blog too. Funner then a journal. And how often do I go upstairs and dust off the old books? Um, never!
Then my daughter (nickname 'Mo") blogs, how did she get so smart? How does she know those big words? BYU education is paying off. Yeah!
She is dropping out, I learn from her blog. Nonetheless, her blog inspires me.
Meet Rachel, I read her blog. I am infatuated with her zest for life. And finally I decide, I could blog too. Funner then a journal. And how often do I go upstairs and dust off the old books? Um, never!
Three blind mice
HotRod's mantra when something is broke:
The mice ate it.Steering doesn't work in the boat, the mice ate the cable Wakeboarding Rope broke, mice chewed through it. Rear light on the boat out, guess what he told the lake police?....The mice ate it! Instead of peeing my pants,I just about jumped in the water to relieve myself. Too bad he hates cats so much, it would solve the problem - or does he want it solved? Maybe thats why he doesn't want a cat, then he'd have no excuse, who would he blame? Hmmm...
On the way home my one question: Why do we have this nice boat with so many things wrong with it? Why not just get them fixed?
Answer: Don't start.
Lessons learned in marriage: Learn when to be quiet. Ok I won't start
The mice ate it.Steering doesn't work in the boat, the mice ate the cable Wakeboarding Rope broke, mice chewed through it. Rear light on the boat out, guess what he told the lake police?....The mice ate it! Instead of peeing my pants,I just about jumped in the water to relieve myself. Too bad he hates cats so much, it would solve the problem - or does he want it solved? Maybe thats why he doesn't want a cat, then he'd have no excuse, who would he blame? Hmmm...
On the way home my one question: Why do we have this nice boat with so many things wrong with it? Why not just get them fixed?
Answer: Don't start.
Lessons learned in marriage: Learn when to be quiet. Ok I won't start
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