the odd things

Why is that when you have time to paint a room, go on vacation, do some fun things with your kids and family…. you don’t have the money to do it? Wayne and I have promised our kids a vacation when Wayne got laid off.  It didn’t quite work out this way. He got laid off. We do not have the money to go any where and of course the kids are asking for that trip:( I would love to paint a few room in my house but hey we got to save those bucks for this here hard time we are in and painting a room is not a necessity. :( I am upbeat lol. I know we will over come this as we always do. I am thankful to have a house a vehicle , my kids, my husband and  not least at all my GOD:)

Busy Busy Busy

School is going great. I love going to college online. :) Been very busy this week. Visiting with my sister and mom and dad. Been up late every night playing games :) I will cherish this time for a while. I love my family. I love my kids and I love my Husband. I went to Monroe today and ran to the bank. Went grocery shopping here in our local town Wal-Mart. Took the kids swimming and ate supper with my mom and dad and sister. I have been up late at my moms the last 3 nights.  Tonight will be no exception. LOL its bad when you have to take a shower at 130 and hunt for under wear and a night shirt in the dark so as not to wake your hubby up.  our poor dog needs to be played with since I haven't been home much he has been by himself most of the day. He is staring at me right now wit ha toy in his mouth waiting to play with me.  I have two loads of laundry waiting to be folded and one in washer and drier and a pile waiting on me to wash. BUt I HAVE HAD FUN THIS WEEK :)  GOd is great :)

ramblings

Today was Wayne’s birthday. Well technically since its after midnight yesterday was. We had a great day. me and this kids made him a cake. the oven needed cleaning so after i cooked the cake and his supper(parmesan chicken and eggplant) I turned my clean cycle on. It takes about 5 hours and my oven gets hotter than hot. After about 5 hours it beeped to let me know it was done. I went and opened my oven and the class is all cracked in the oven door. I am now scared to sue my oven, it has no warranty either. I am scared to see how much this while cost. Jacob did mention that we needed a new oven. The oven is 9 years old. WE got it right before Jacob was born so  its almost ten years old. That's not old for a stove.  I am sure Wayne will not let me get a new one anyways lol. OG the dilemma.. I will not be able to use my oven to cook… lol

     We had a great day today other wise. I haven't told Wayne about the oven cause he is asleep. I will tell him today when he wakes up. Tomorrow  me and the kids are going to church to practice puppets for vacation bible school Wednesday night. They love doing the puppets for the younger kids and the younger kids just love it. After practice they can go swim..

   School is going great. I am in my second block of classes. I made perfect A’s on both of my last classes. well 99.79 in one and 99. something in the other one. So far in the two classes I am taking now I have a 100 in ENG/102 and a 95 in CIS/105. I hate CIS/105 hate it with a passion.

     Big brother is my guilty addiction.  I watch it every year. I have the live feeds but don't really have time to watch them I do some. I watch BB after dark when i get the chance. It is usually running in the back ground while i work on school work at night. I love big brother.

     My brother is going to HAWAII in 3 days. I want to go so bad. He will  be over there about 2 months. Working then he is flying his wife and kids over there to vacation  a week. I tried to talk Wayne into going lol but it didn't work out that way for him. :) oh well I can live Vivaciously through my brother lol

A little funny for you

No this did not happen to me but I find it quit funny.

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids.  I then had the thought that would ring

painfully in my mind for the next few hours:  'Maybe I should pull the

waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet.

So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom.   It was one of those 'cold wax' kits.   No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off.

No muss, no fuss.  How hard can it be?  I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out.

(YA THINK!?!)

So I pull one of the thin strips out.   Its two strips facing each other stuck together.   Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees.   ('Cold wax,' yeah...right!)   I lay the strip across my thigh.   Hold the skin around it tight and pull.   It works!

OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad.

I can do this!   Hair removal no longer eludes me!

I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire.

With my next wax strip I move north.   After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship.   I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet.

Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek  (it was a long strip)   I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!

I'm blind!!!   Blinded from pain!!!!....  OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!

Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip.   CRAP!   Another deep breath and RIPP!  Everything is spinning and spotted.

I think I may pass out....must stay conscious...must stay conscious.  Do I hear crashing drums???  Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.

I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it.   I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair.

I hold up the strip!

There's no hair on it.

Where is the hair???   WHERE IS THE WAX???

Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet.   I see the hair.   The hair that should be on the strip...it's not! I touch..  I am touching wax.

I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair.  Then I make the next BIG

mistake...remember my foot is still propped upon the toilet?  I know I need to do something.   So I put my foot down.

Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut.  Sealed shut!

I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself   'Please don't let me get the urge to poop..

My head may pop off!'   What can I do to melt the wax?

Hot water!!   Hot water melts wax!!   I'll run the hottest water I can stand, into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right???

*WRONG!!!!!!!*

I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to

torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit.

Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued

together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub....in scalding hot water.

Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax.

So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!!   God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!

I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone.   It's a very good conversation starter.  'So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!'

There is a slight pause.

She doesn't know any secret tricks for

removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me.

She wants to know exactly where the wax is located,  'Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?'

She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box.

YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's night.

While we go through various solutions.   I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with a razor.   Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hotwater and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!

By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event.  My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving

grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax.

What do I really have to lose at this point?  I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!  The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend.   It's sooo painful, but I really don't care.  'IT WORKS!!

It works !!'   I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and she hangs up.  I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair...  .THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF IT!    So I recklessly shave it off.   Heck, I'm numb by now.   Nothing hurts.   I could have amputated my own leg at this point.  Next week I'm going to try hair color......