It is just toooooooo bloody hot to come up with anything interesting to write!
I have settled on a list to you all informed.
* Making peach preserves with lovely co-worker/friend this Saturday. This idea was inspired by my small success with pears last weekend.
* Getting the Volkswagon Bug from Mom & Dad on Sunday while they go off to England and Scotland.
* Wonderful Hubby is planning wonderful brunch as a nice send off for Mom & Dad.
* Hair trim took place last night. My hair dresser told me that if someone had bet him that he'd ever see my hair this long, he would have lost the bet. I would have lost the bet too. For years I forced Joe to keep my hair in a funky, butchy short cut. Hubby inspired me to let it grow. THANKS, HUB!
* I'm all about thick yogurt these days. Yogurt cheese that I eat with fruit and honey or my pear preserves. I just keeping buying containers of yogurt and letting it sit in the fridge in cheese cloth and a sieve.
* It is Friday of a long weekend and I am thankful.
* Going to hang out with a friend on Sunday who has access to a fancy house in Guelph this weekend. A/C and swimming pool, here we come!
Oh! I almost forgot this:
* I ate ice cream from Madeleines for lunch yesterday (the hottest day of the summer so far)! Watermelon sherbert with chocolate covered toasted oats that looked like watermelon seeds. It was heaven!
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Friday, August 03, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
No wax it
Since Spring seems to finally have sprung, I decided I'd better get the fur off my legs. It wasn't enough that three weeks ago Hubby rubbed his foot down my shin, as we cuddled in bed, and asked me if I was wearing socks. He almost peed himself right there in bed when I indignantly replied, "NO! That's my leg hair! Humph!"
I made an appointment at my local pedicure/manicure/kids haircutting combo shop for the end of the work week. It's a little dumpy, but they're friendly and the price is right. When I go there I try not to think too much about the industry standards for sterile equipment.
Anyway, I hop up on the table in my undies and t-shirt ready for the leg wax. There's a bruise on my left knee - all purple and green - and a raw quarter size scrape just above it. (A couple of nights ago I tripped on a cement pad near one of those lovely almost dead city sidewalk trees. Major body skid. Knocked the wind out of me.) The whole knee is looking quite ugly.
She's making her way down my left leg and I can't believe it when she swipes the wax over the scrape! I know what's coming next and before I can even protest she presses the cloth strip on it and RIIIIIIIIIPS! FUUUUUUUUUUCK! The scrape starts bleeding and oozing immediately. I don't know what to do; my wax is only a 1/4 finished and there's an obvious imbalance of power since I'm laying there in my undies and she's got the hot wax.
Before I know it she's going after it AGAIN! This time I react, but she says, 'Oh, no. I didn't get it. No wax it. That would hurt you bad. No wax on it. Just around it.' Does she think I can't see?! I mean, I do only have one eye, but the other one works fine! I mumble something like, 'Oh. From this angle it looks like there's wax on it.' Does she think the scrape just spontaneously bleeds and oozes?!
Current status of knee scrape: stinging and oozy, sticking to everything that touches it. Ouch! Hubby is getting some serious sadistic thrills from sneaking touches when I'm not looking. Bad boy!
For a laugh like you have never laughed before, check out this related story from The Best of Craigslist! Women may related more than men.
I made an appointment at my local pedicure/manicure/kids haircutting combo shop for the end of the work week. It's a little dumpy, but they're friendly and the price is right. When I go there I try not to think too much about the industry standards for sterile equipment.
Anyway, I hop up on the table in my undies and t-shirt ready for the leg wax. There's a bruise on my left knee - all purple and green - and a raw quarter size scrape just above it. (A couple of nights ago I tripped on a cement pad near one of those lovely almost dead city sidewalk trees. Major body skid. Knocked the wind out of me.) The whole knee is looking quite ugly.
She's making her way down my left leg and I can't believe it when she swipes the wax over the scrape! I know what's coming next and before I can even protest she presses the cloth strip on it and RIIIIIIIIIPS! FUUUUUUUUUUCK! The scrape starts bleeding and oozing immediately. I don't know what to do; my wax is only a 1/4 finished and there's an obvious imbalance of power since I'm laying there in my undies and she's got the hot wax.
Before I know it she's going after it AGAIN! This time I react, but she says, 'Oh, no. I didn't get it. No wax it. That would hurt you bad. No wax on it. Just around it.' Does she think I can't see?! I mean, I do only have one eye, but the other one works fine! I mumble something like, 'Oh. From this angle it looks like there's wax on it.' Does she think the scrape just spontaneously bleeds and oozes?!
Current status of knee scrape: stinging and oozy, sticking to everything that touches it. Ouch! Hubby is getting some serious sadistic thrills from sneaking touches when I'm not looking. Bad boy!
For a laugh like you have never laughed before, check out this related story from The Best of Craigslist! Women may related more than men.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Hair dilemma
I've been toying with the idea of cutting my hair. For those of you who don't know, I used to have very, very short hair. Very, very, very short hair. Here is 2D Girl's hair history:
Various lengths throughout childhood, usually tortured by severe perms.
Age 15ish dyed my hair hard core red (grounded by parental figures for 4 months!)
Age 16 or 17 had the local barber buzz my hair into a chelsea.
Age 18 started growing out my hair.
Undergrad graduation photo of 2D Girl with beautiful, long hair curled over her shoulders. This involved a LOT of work with a curling iron.
Post grad days. Hot summer. Cut hair to above shoulders. Summer got hotter. Cut hair completely off, but not as short as the chelsea period. Short, spikey style that screamed sexually ambiguous feminist.
Here is one of the more flattery photos of this look:
Hair remained short for about 10 years. Highlights happened off and on.
2004: Dating great guy (now the Hubby) who suggests that I grow my hair. I am skeptical, but after a discussion with my trusted hairdresser I decide to try it.
So, for the past two years I have had some lovely locks. Growing it out wasn't that hard, although I find that my hair tends to grow forward and get in my face more than I would like. I also have very thick hair that is sometimes hard to style. Although I like sweeping all of my hair up in a large clip, I think it would look better day to day if it were about three or four inches shorter than it is now.
Here are three photos showing various stages of the growing out period:
Here is a photo from August:
Maybe all I need is a trim, but I am distracted by thoughts of taking off about four inches. I am not good at these kinds of decisions. Any advice is welcome!
Various lengths throughout childhood, usually tortured by severe perms.
Age 15ish dyed my hair hard core red (grounded by parental figures for 4 months!)
Age 16 or 17 had the local barber buzz my hair into a chelsea.
Age 18 started growing out my hair.
Undergrad graduation photo of 2D Girl with beautiful, long hair curled over her shoulders. This involved a LOT of work with a curling iron.
Post grad days. Hot summer. Cut hair to above shoulders. Summer got hotter. Cut hair completely off, but not as short as the chelsea period. Short, spikey style that screamed sexually ambiguous feminist.
Here is one of the more flattery photos of this look:
Hair remained short for about 10 years. Highlights happened off and on.
2004: Dating great guy (now the Hubby) who suggests that I grow my hair. I am skeptical, but after a discussion with my trusted hairdresser I decide to try it.
So, for the past two years I have had some lovely locks. Growing it out wasn't that hard, although I find that my hair tends to grow forward and get in my face more than I would like. I also have very thick hair that is sometimes hard to style. Although I like sweeping all of my hair up in a large clip, I think it would look better day to day if it were about three or four inches shorter than it is now.
Here are three photos showing various stages of the growing out period:
Here is a photo from August:
Maybe all I need is a trim, but I am distracted by thoughts of taking off about four inches. I am not good at these kinds of decisions. Any advice is welcome!
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