Archive for Month: July, 2010
Of your voice…
Both of the windows are down
Allowing my hair to be windblown
It is then the fantasies swirl with my locks
* * *
Thoughts of a time
When cigarettes
parted lips
worry free
without question
A time
when laughter
escaped
the open window
only
to come back
quickly.
* * *
The radio blares
as a familiar song comes on
My eyes are fixed
ahead
Where curves unfold
easily taken
allowing
sights to be seen
The rich blue skies
the puffy white clouds
the abundant green pastures
the cared for rusted roof
It’s in that moment—
in my head
the lyrics absorbed once more
wishes desperately sighed
dreams held captive
are wishing for release
As the song ends
I am home
This is What My Week Looks Like
Yesterday: FAIL
He held it for a long time in the morning. And he held it mainly TO NOT go in the potty. We spent a lot of time in the kitchen, on the kitchen floor. So, by early afternoon I put another diaper on him thinking, he’s not ready.
But… he.held.it.the.whole.morning.
Today: TAKE TWO
Yesterday I got some [knock off] Pull Ups. Maybe he needs the security of the feeling of a diaper? We’ll see.
Eyebrows of Doom
I haven’t had my eyebrows professionally waxed since February of 2009. Prior to that I had found a girl that did an awesome job, but when I went back to the shop she was gone. I was extremely apprehensive about someone new waxing my eyebrows, especially since I was going to be going to a blogging conference and I wanted to put my best foot…I mean…eyebrow forward. I went ahead with it despite the gut feeling I had, and what happened that day is what is keeping me from trusting anyone with a vat of wax and some muslin strips.
Before she started I told her that I didn’t like thin eyebrows. I told her that I’ve always worn them thicker with a nice arch.
“Oh, you like, I do. You see,” she said coolly.
After a couple minutes my wax job was done, and the little Vietnamese woman was forcing a mirror into my hand.
What I saw was my biggest nightmare.
Gone were my thick brows.
There was absolutely no arch.
Someone obviously put an eyebrow curse on me, and I bet that someone was my mother (she was in town and I turned her down when she said she could use store bought wax to do the job.)
“I said NOT thin!” I said choking back tears.
“Yeah, I make’a you thin. You like, I do,” she stated.
“NO! I said NOT thin. I.no.like.what.you.do. I NO PAY!” I cried.
“Yeah, you pay now. You like, I do,” she said again.
So, I paid her and took my thin-assed eyebrows out of there, calling a friend immediately to cry.
I totally didn’t feel like myself. I’m surprised that I was even able to smile.
Now you understand why I haven’t had my eyebrows done since then. For over two years I’ve plucked them myself and done a good job, but the other day while escaping dangerously high summer temps, we found ourselves window shopping at a local mall. There I saw a kiosk with an Indian woman threading another lady’s eyebrows.
Not only have I heard that it’s virtually painless, but I was instantly captivated by the board they had showing all the different types of arches. This? Is perfect!
I’ll be going back in a couple weeks, before I hop a plane to another blogging conference, to get the perfect arch threaded. And, I can’t wait!
Weekly Winners {The Shrimp Po’boy Edition}
These Shrimp Po’boys were prepared for us by Michael, though I did peel all the shrimp.
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