Confession: Self Wax

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Some of you know that I am no stranger to wax, as in bikini wax. Remember this post. Well despite all the great information that some of you have shared about alternatives and despite me considering all the less painful methods.

Guess what?

I decided to do it yet again!

But this time I got the brilliant idea to save money and do it myself. Easy, right?

I mean I have been through a few appointments now and I know the process. And no sense in having another person seeing my private parts.

So I go to the store and pick up one of the kits. Of course, on the box they make it seem pretty simple. AND I like simple.

Back home, I put my son in his room and started a cartoon DVD for him. I figured this was plenty of time to do the wax, shower, and get back to him before it was done.

So I warmed the prewaxed strips with my hands as directed, then applied and let it rip.

Hmmm…I expected to jump out of my skin, but it really didn’t do what I thought it would. So I tried again, and again, and again.

After about ten minutes, I had a sticky hair mess! My fingers were sticking to the strips, skin was sticking to skin, folds were sticking to folds, and I was on the verge on panic.

AND who do you call when this happens??

ABSOLUTELY. NO. ONE.

So I go back to the box to find the solution that helps remove the sticky wax aftermath.

It works beautifully!

BUT now the strips that I had left to use were not sticking.

Now I am wondering do I just give up? Nope!

I wait a few minutes and start again. It really shouldn’t have been this tricky, I am not a hairy bear!

The next strip goes on nice and secure, I rip it off and what do I see on the removed strip? Blood. I never remember this happening when I used a trained professional.

After almost using the entire box of strips, having my parts stick together with wax, and shedding blood from skin tear I now hear the song indicating the end of my son’s DVD, so I do what anyone would do…….

I finish up the best I can quickly, and head to the shower with my razor and shaving cream to fine tune the landscaping. Of course, I didn’t have any shaving cream. Why would I? My husband’s beard buster brand cream would have to do.

If you aren’t laughing then you might be wondering, will I ever do it again?

{sigh}

Probably.

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It’s OKAY to talk about it

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Women are always sharing what they don’t like about themselves. You know, we wonder about a nip here or a tuck there, etc. etc.

But why don’t we talk about the good we possess? We all have things we can pat ourselves on the back about.

Right?

Yes. I’m right!

 

Sure, I confess I still have visions of going braless and have the boobs stand at attention.

And I wish I had the perfect smile that glistens.

I even wonder what it would be like to have great hair that required little effort.

I don’t!!

But guess what?

I have managed to sculpt a nice pair of arms and a couple of years ago discovered that there really is a 6 pack in my refrigerator.

But it’s NOT just about looks.

Absolutely not!

You see it’s time we speak about all aspects in which we can be proud.

Let me start with a few examples.

My friends say I give them hope and motivate them to keep the faith and to do better. For that I am very humbled.

My little sisters, who aren’t so little anymore still look to their big sister for direction and support.

My son says I’m his bestest friend and mommy.

My husband says “baby, you the best”. I like to think that goes for all categories of marriage.

My point here that I want you to take away is it’s okay to talk about the good traits and qualities you possess.

Let’s go ahead and practice in the comments.

What is your best trait? And yes, you can list more than one!

Tell me about it. I’m listening.

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Blog Fail Award

I have to been so fortunate to receive numerous blog awards given to me by my fellow bloggers. And it was always my plan to return the gesture by mentioning them all in a post.

Well, I started out pretty good as you can read in my Pay it Forward posts.

Then as I started receiving more and more awards I somehow lost track of them. You see I had a failed system aka not a system. I bookmarked some sites, wrote some down, noted them on my iPhone, etc. etc.

Somewhere among the clutter I fear I misplaced some.

And so I hereby award myself the Blog Fail Award.

 

Of course, I won’t be tagging anyone in this post.

I know in most of the awards I’ve been tagged in there are a list of questions that the blogger answers.

So today I’m asking you what do you want to know? I’ll make no promises in responding to them all, but I’ll worry about that after I see what things you all want to know. And as most of you know, that’s how I roll.

The replies will be posted in a separate post at a later date.

So go ahead, ask away. I’m listening.

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Blog comment confessions

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I absolutely love when readers leave me quality comments on my post.

Every time I get an email alert, it makes my day to see COMMENTS!

But is it an obsession?

Could I stand a day if no one commented?

Would I self destruct at the possible dislike of my post?

Do no comments mean no one likes me?

Maybe I’m not popular?

Should I just hit the delete button?

These are all things I used to ask myself EVERY.SINGLE. TIME. I published a post.

But you know what?

I stopped stressing over that craziness! AND as I get back to just being me I realize this is my place! Comment if you will, but comments don’t define me.

I read several blogs that I absolutely adore but rarely leave a comment, and you know what? Maybe one of you stops by here everyday and never say a word.

And that is okay with me.

Obsessed with blog comments?

Me?

Not anymore.

Prove it?

Sure I can. I just closed comments for this post. Ha!

That’s right.

I’m officially cured! The comment obsession is over and I’m free!!!

And to celebrate this new freedom! I’m taking a few days off. That’s right. 

And again, I am okay with that.

I encourage you all to be okay with just being you! Enjoy your day!

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Blood Pressure, Birth Control, & Hormones

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Some of you may remember a while back I wrote this post bent but not broken. Well this is the follow up and some insight I didn’t give you then. I guess this post is my confessions.

So after two doctor visits with a blood pressure that the doctor didn’t like she would not prescribe my birth control pills!! The ones I have taken for years! Hmph!

According to her I was at a high risk for heart attack or stroke based on the readings.

Well, all I heard was “no more birth control!”

At that time I felt like my world was crumbling as she has interfered with my newfound spontaneity. You know after having a child it takes time to find it again.

After holding back a few tears, I managed to ask about other options. The options were an IUD or the mini pill, since it doesn’t have estrogen, which may have been contributing to the higher blood pressure.

Well, I wanted to discuss more permanent options, at 33 with only one child she wouldn’t even entertain me. {sigh}

Okay let me try to make this short and sweet for you. 

I opted for the minipill for now. This means taking it at the exact same time everyday, can’t miss any or be late! Oh and the spotting, which is an expected side effect. YIPEE! I always wanted to carry tampons and pantyliners with me everywhere I go.

So to date I have been good with taking them. Well except for the one day I missed. And then I crushed a couple of them while popping them out of the package. One week I got confused about the day and almost took two within a matter of minutes. Geez! I feel like teen!

Since I am so good with this minipill I have also been able to stock up on condoms & spermicides. Oh the joy!

Surprisingly hubs has been great about this.

Why?

Probably because I’m not an emotional mess anymore.

I’m an even level crazy person now.

Okay, maybe that’s part of it.

Or maybe it’s because…..ahem, there has been an increase in desire on my part.

I know what you are thinking.

What kind of birth control switch makes you more in the mood but doesn’t offer as much protection and flexibility?

Yep, me too.

I have four refills left to rethink this whole thing.

Suggestions? Sympathy? Can you relate? I’m listening.

And if anyone is wondering my blood pressure has been consistently 120′s over 80′s the last couple of weeks.

Maybe the doctor was right? Go figure.

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I’m a green tea addict, and maybe coffee too!

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I’m not sure exactly when it all started, but somewhere, somehow, someway I was introduced to the yumminess of green tea.

Now before you run out to get some, let me first tell you how I like my green tea so you know the options.

Sometimes I drink it hot, but I must add

That’s right sweetener! I gotta have it. Don’t judge me!

Sometimes when I am feeling really adventurous I order an iced green tea latte from one of my favorite chains. See the photo below.

 

I won’t mention them today. Why?

Because this post isn’t about them, just keep reading.

And in my refrigerator you’ll always find at least one of these.

Nope not about them either.

A few weeks ago a Facebook friend asked me if I knew anyone who drank coffee.

AND I could not lie. I confessed I am a caffeine drinker. Every. Single. Day.

Coffee, lattes, mochas, frappuccinos, and TEA.

Guilty of consuming them all, but green tea is the drink that calls my name all day long!

So my friend offered to send me samples of green tea and coffee.

As you may have guessed I wasn’t turning down free stuff so I gladly accepted.

This is what I received to sample.

AND

All of it was good, but honestly what really sparked my interest was this comparison chart that was enclosed.

 

Yes, the pic is a bit blurry. Sorry. Essentially Organo is shown as the healthier choice.

WOW! Now we are talking about a product that tastes good and a much healthier choice.

It got my attention and I’ll definitely give it “the nod”.

If this got your attention too, then head on over to this Organo Gold site to browse and shop around.

But before you head over, I gotta know do you drink green tea and all things caffeine too?

 

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Additional disclosure info regarding this post: I did receive samples of the product to review. I do personally know the provider of the samples. All opinions are my own and no compensation was provided.

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Confession: Sometimes I cry

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I debated writing this post, but every time I sat down to think about something to write it kept popping back up.

I don’t want this site to be a place where I seem to be soliciting pity or sympathy. I want it to be a motivating and inspiring place to stop by to visit, and hopefully from time to time have a few laughs.

Recently I have been reading many blog posts in which it seems many are experiencing sadness instead of joy as we go into the holiday season. AND that is what confirmed that I needed to tell my story. No not my specific woes and sorrows. Just follow along and see where I am trying to take you.

This year has been one of ups and downs, WAY too many downs.

Life has punched me in the gut on more than one occasion this year. But every time I managed to stand back up and continue on my journey. When I wasn’t being punched in the gut, there were times I was just plain ole slapped in the face, and other times life stuck its foot out for me to trip over and fall flat on my face.

AGAIN, I managed to stand back up and continue on my way. Now, I did shred a few tears but I wouldn’t call it crying.

Over the last few weeks, EVEN more unexpected news came that knocked me down. But once again I thought it all would be okay. I even sent the tweet below because I knew it would be okay.

Got some not so good news this week but I'm thankful in advance God is gonna work it out. :)
November 24, 2011 3:22 pm via Twitter for iPhoneReplyRetweetFavorite

 

However, last week with all those bumps and bruises still not fully healed, I just couldn’t handle the next blow that life threw my way. I fell down, and I felt like a boxer in the ring waiting for the final count. Tears were running down my eyes, and I just couldn’t stop it.

Life had knocked me out, and briefly I felt like giving in and taking my loss.

BUT then, my four year old son walks over to me and begins to cry too. He asks “Mommy why are you sad?” “I don’t like when you are sad”.

And in that moment I knew I had to get back up, knock the dust off, and carry on.
I had to remember the words I had spoken to others so many times.

The test will become your testimony.
God didn’t bring you this far to leave you.
Your blessing is on the way.

And I can’t forget the tweet that changed my outlook a few months ago.

So many times we look at others and think they have it better than other people just because we don’t see their struggle. I just wanted you to know that I am a real person and that sometimes I have some bad days too! BUT what I wanted you to know EVEN more than that, is it is okay to cry sometimes and that you WILL laugh again.

Maybe today isn’t the day to laugh, but be encouraged your time is coming!

And Remember……..


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Good gift idea gone bad

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This story is not one of my proudest moments and I am a little ashamed about what I am about to share. But I will tell you this took place almost ten years ago when I was still a young twenty something and somewhat stupid.

My husband and I had recently moved into an apartment and upstairs lived a woman who was around my age. She definitely seemed like someone I wanted to connect with and be friends. One day in one of our brief chats, she mentioned she really loved caramel candy covered apples. They were sold at a candy store at the mall nearby and were presliced.

 

 

 

Sounds and looks yummy? Yes, I know.

So after learning about one of her favorite goodies, I figured I would buy her one at the store.

I brought it home as if it was the most precious item of all time. It was already nicely wrapped so I just needed to give it to her.

Well for two days she never responded to my messages. I figured she didn’t want my token of friendship.

Therefore, I did what any rational person would do.

I ate a slice.

And as you would expect later that day there was a knock on the door. Apparently she hadn’t gotten my messages until that day. (Remember it was ten years ago, technology has changed since then).

So I give her the yummy treat with my explanation of the missing piece.

Nope, not the one about me eating it.

I told her that a slice fell off of it and instead of trying to fit it back in. I just got rid of it.

How lame is that?

I am not sure if she bought that reasoning or not but she moved away shortly after that and I never saw her again. I guess a partially eaten caramel candy apple won’t seal a friendship.

How could I let a good gift idea go so wrong? Has this ever happened to you?

This post is part of a writing prompt and link up for Hooked and Happy. After leaving your comments here, stop over and check out some other bad gift exchanges. Pretty please, I really don’t want you to think I’m the only one who ever gave a bad gift. And if you have a story idea you may still have time to link up a post.

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Parenthood: Teaching the tough lessons

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Sometimes I’m mean to my son. On purpose.

From the day he was born I fell in love with him. I promised to protect him from all things evil. When he needs a smile, pat on the back, hug, or a simple I love you, I will be there.

When he needs me to stay up all night to monitor his fever, rub his back, or ice down his bumps and bruises I’ll be there.

But sometimes I have to confess I am mean to my son on purpose.

Why?

Because I know the world won’t be so kind. They won’t care that his tummy hurts or that his throat is sore.

Why?

Because bullies are everywhere. They’ll use his tears as an incentive to tease and taunt him.

Why?

Because he’ll need tough skin to survive the bumps along the way.

Why?

Because mommy and daddy won’t always be there.

I confess. It’s true. Sometimes I am mean on purpose.

At T-ball or soccer practice when my son takes a minor fall or hit by the ball, you won’t see me run over to pick him up. Instead I’ll be yelling shake it off and get back out there. (On the inside my heart is aching and I want to run to hug and kiss all over him).

During swim lessons, when tears stream down his face because he is tired, I don’t run over to lend a hand. Instead, I’ll be cheering you can do it, never give up! And you gotta finish the job!
(On the inside I want to swim to his rescue).

When something scares him and he begins to cry, I pull him along to face his fears. I tell him he is big and strong, fear nothing.
(On the inside I want to remove all his fears and shelter him from them forever)

Sometimes I am mean to my son, on purpose.

Why?

The world won’t be kind.
Bullies are everywhere.
To survive the bumps along the way.
AND
Because mommy and daddy won’t always be there.

Every time I think about how cruel the world can be, I want to put my son in a bubble and play nursery rhymes all day.

But I can’t.

Instead I have to prepare him to succeed in this world and sometimes I have to be what I sometimes feel is “mean”.

What about YOU? Have you ever been mean to your child with the intent of a bigger lesson? Please tell me you have.

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10 Ways I’m Weird

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Weird, who me?

Most people who meet me probably think I am an average woman, wife, and mom. AND for the most part they are correct, except for a few things that are part of a little list I like to call I’m weird like that. Below you will find ten of the weirdest things about me. If I am lucky you might find you are weird like that too…… Well, at least I hope.

 10 Ways I’m Weird Like That

  1. I check to make sure the stove is off at least ten times before I travel away from home, even when I haven’t turned it on in days.
  2. No matter how good your potato salad might be. I am not gonna touch it, if I don’t know you and it doesn’t look a certain way.
  3. Sometimes when people hug me and kiss my cheek, I don’t kiss them back.
  4. If I don’t think a bathroom is clean enough, I will continue to hold it and pray I don’t explode.
  5. I’m not gonna ride with you, until I know your driving skills. I don’t care the distance, I’ll drive my own car and you are welcome to ride with me. AND I absolutely will not ride in the back seat of a two door vehicle. I mean what if I need to jump out.
  6. It doesn’t matter to me how big you are I am not moving my son’s car seat out of the middle back seat to give you more room. Just ask my father in law, and I love him.
  7. On occasions, I try to get my son to play the quiet game with me hoping that I will lose.
  8. Some days when I see my neighbors outside, I try to hide from them.
  9. I won’t allow my husband in the bathroom while I’m in there. That goes for number one and number two.
  10. Sometimes at social events where I don’t really know anyone, I’ll suddenly stop talking and sit by myself. It’s not because I’m that shy I just run out of stuff to talk about. I am pretty limited on random crap to talk about with strangers.

I’ll stop at ten, but I will confess the list is longer than ten. This is all I am currently willing to admit to.

So tell me are you weird too?

 

This post was inspired by a writing prompt from Made by Denise a wonderful site where Denise nurtures creativity. Be sure to stop by if you are looking for inspiration for your creativity.

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