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Thursday, June 08, 2006

Am I A Wimp?

Ok, all I can say is Oh Mommy! That hurt!

Yes, I did go through with it. I got IT done.

So it didn't hurt quite as bad as I thought it would, when she viciously tore the wax encrusted strip off my poor upper lip - read shock. That is, until AFTERWARDS - read when the shock wore off. Holy crap! We've all heard about red and angry...well, this was too. And I bled. Yes folks, she took a bit of skin with her. I even went to Shoppers and got a bottle of Tea Tree Oil later that evening just to see if it would help a bit. It does, in a way...makes it kinda tingly, then nothing after a while.

So today, almost 12 hours later, what is the situation? Well, one side is swollen. The other side has a few mini scabs. And it feels weird. Sorta .....what's the word?....stubbly? know! Prickly! Almost like a cactus!

But now that I have done it, I will keep on doing it. It's either that or shave. I have an appointment in 3 weeks to get this torture done to me all over again. I figured I would have to get it done sooner rather than later since it will only be the second time.

Will I purchase Emla cream for next time? Your goddamn right I will!

So, does this make me a wimp? I didn't think I was. I've been through some serious kidney stones, back spasms, first and second degree burns, my tattoo, and my first eyebrow waxing. I would now have to add my first lip waxing to the column of serious pain.

So, once again, am I a wimp? What do you think?

Monday, June 05, 2006

You're so probably think this song is about you!

You know something? I never would have thought myself so vain, but I really am.

It's amazing what bathing will do for a person. It can make you feel like a completely new person. Totally invigorated. Specially when there is no one bothering you, and you can take your time.

I have scrubbed, shaved, buffed and moisturized various parts of my body - including my nasty, slice ya open heels. Now I sit here contemplating waxing. And no, I am not crazy enough to do it myself. I am not into self-torture. However, the catepillars above my eyes need to be done. And since I will be at Avalon getting those done, I am thinking I just may get another part of my body done. I know, you hear that name - Avalon - and immediately think BW. BUT NO, I WOULD NEVER DO THAT!

No, I was thinking more along the lines of my upper lip. I have been very leery of doing it. To me, it's a permanent thing. Once you do it, you have to keep on doing it, since the hair grows back so differently. However, the last few years have not been kind to me and my PCOS-ridden body. It's looking more like getting various parts of my body waxed may be completely neccessary. And since I am almost at the stage where I can grow a better moustache than many of my uncles or cousins, I am thinking it's time.

Perhaps one of the reasons I am seriously thinking about it, is because a friend told me she does it. I was VERY surprised! In fact, I was very surprised to find out she had the same problems I do. Quite a relief when you don't know anybody else in the same pickle. Just listening to her has actually eased some of my fears about the whole waxing thing. So I am seriously thinking about...

Wouldn't you be surprised if I did it?

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Mr. Right

Once, an older co-worker told me about one of her sisters, who is in her early sixties now and is single. She has always been single and never regretted it. She has always said that she was going to wait for her Mr. Right, not settle for Mr. Right Now.

That being said, I've come to terms that I am never going to find Mr. Right For Me. I've accepted it. In fact, I have stopped looking. My friends shrugged that off, saying that's not true. But it is. I'm 31 and I have had a sad lack of firsts in my life. So I have stopped looking. And most of the time, that is fine with me. I mean, I may not have everything I want out of life, but mine is pretty good. I work with children, so that helps with the whole not having children of my own. I have great friends. Granted two of my best friends live hours away, but still, there is the phone and e-mail. They are always there if I need to talk to them. My health is actually pretty good for being my size. I have great hobbies that I enjoy. And my family, not just my sister and mother, but my WHOLE family, would do anything for me, no strings attached. So, most of the time, I am fairly happy. I am 'content'.

Then things happen to remind me of what I am missing. And I dwell.

Like seeing a friend with a newborn baby. Or going to 'family-geared' events. Or, say, getting together with the girls on a Friday night for a few drinks and having their hubbies arrive to pick them up and all of us sitting around talking. Don't get me wrong. I love that. I love the dynamic. I like being part of it. I just know I would love being part of it if I had an 'other half' there with me. It makes me sad, wistful. It makes me think that maybe I shouldn't have given up.

But then I look at other married friends and their relationships and think, no, I've done the right thing. So, I guess what I am saying is that I'm not looking to "settle" for Mr. Right Now. In point of fact, I am not looking. No matter how lonely I am as a single amongst all my married friends. And believe me, it's lonely. There are a lot of times that I am alone, but never lonely, then can be in a room full of people and feel alone and lonely.

And with that depressing thought, I am finished.