I think we found Big Foot!
Have you ever had a day when you left the house and thought: “Man, I look good today!”? I have. Mind you, I don’t have them often. I’m usually pleased to just be dressed in clothes that aren’t horribly stained and have enough makeup on to resemble a human being. I just happened to be running errands one day recently and left the kids at home with my husband. I don’t usually go out solo, so I decided to take a few extra seconds while getting ready. Realize, I was going to get my nails done and the oil changed, but I’ll get dressed up for just about anything. Not to mention I’ve been working out more these days so I like to take the opportunity to show off any new muscle gains! (Don’t laugh)
Anyways, I set out to run my errands and noticed myself in the mirror thinking, “Well, you don’t look half bad today!”. I guess my ego was in full effect and only one thing can happen in these situations. That’s right, the real world comes along and cuts your inflated behind back down to size!
I go to the Lube place and the technician is nothing but helpful. He found a nail in my tire I didn’t even know was there and fixed it! He offered me coffee, smiled, joked, and let me in on a great deal they had going for a new set of tires. Wow, I thought, guys will do anything for a nice looking girl! He even finished my oil change and tire repair in record time and I left there smiling. So far, so good, right?
I go to have my nails done. My nail girl is going on and on about how young I look, God bless her. She’s amazed that I have 4 kids! She does a wonderful job on my nails and I decide to go ahead and get the eyebrow waxing I’ve been putting off.
I have to wax my stupid eyebrows constantly. I’m borderline obsessive about it, actually. It seems I inheirited the “Hairy Bear” gene from my father. That man looks like he’s wearing a sweater when he’s shirtless. I guess I’m glad I’m not that bad!
Anyways, I go back to the waxing area. There’s a young, Asian man in charge today.
“You have eyebrows waxed today?” he says
“Sure!” I smile
“You have lip waxed too?” he asks
“Umm, sure, why not?” I say hesitantly. (Note: I have that done occasionally, as needed! I do not have some full on mustache!)
He looks me over, turning my face to different angles then say: “You have whole face waxed?”
“Whole face?? What exactly does that mean?” I inquire
“You have lots of hair: here, here, here and here,” he says, pointing out my many, apparently, flaws.
I say no thank you and go ahead with the eyebrow/lip wax and leave a much less confident person than before. My entire face? Really? I knew I had a little “fuzz” but come on! Who doesn’t?! I guess I am my father’s child after all. Part Sasquatch.
Yep, that brought me back down to Earth quick. I strutted a little less, figured that people being nice to me was no more than that and called my husband a broken woman. He found it hilarious, by the way, but I decided to tackle it with Nair. Problem solved…for now.
In conclusion, we have a saying around. “Bless their heart”. You can safely say anything mean or cruel about a person as long as it’s followed with “Bless their heart”. For example: “Susan really is a nice girl, but she is dumb as a rock! Bless her heart”. I have a felling there were plenty of “Bless her heart’s” spoken for me that day.
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My husband found this interesting ad about how soon was too soon for your baby to have soda. I thought it was rather humorous considering how hard we try to keep our kids off things like this now. The ad claims having soda early in life helps children have a better chance of “fitting in during those awkward pre-teen years”. I’m just wondering, did people seriously believe this? Maybe this is why 50% or so of our population is obese!
Last night my husband and I were watching an episode of “Friends.” It was the one where Rachel gives birth to Emma. She was in labor for 21 hours and when she finally delivers her, Emma was breach. Obviously, not one of these writers is a woman that has been through childbirth. Here are a few of their errors:


