Waxing of the brows

Since I am new to my area, I have run into a small predicament. It's time to get the brows waxed, and I don't know where to go. I know, this is a little personal. But, I must confess, I didn't even pluck, or wax them until I was 31. My sister Heather had always told me, no, begged me to get it done. For one thing, it wasn't THAT bad..I didn't have a uni brow or anything. They were a little bushy, but I argued the fact that they were really light colored, and wouldn't it hurt to have hot wax poured over them? She suggested plucking. Why not?.I bought some plucker thingies, and thought "No problem..." Proceed to brow. Grab hold of brow hair..PULL...HOLY CRAP! I was on fire.......after one hair! My eyes were stinging, and ears ringing. ( I am a baby!) And that concluded my eyebrow plucking experiment.
So, after that, hot wax didn't sound so bad. I tried it, looked better afterwards, and now I try and get it done at least 2 times a year ( I know it should be every 6 weeks, but again, I am a BABY, and claim my hair growth is really slow.!)
So, my quest is to find a place.Today. And become a new woman with a Popsicle stick and hot, melty wax!

I'm a front porcher

There is nothing like sitting on the porch steps, weather cooperative, and a banana Popsicle in hand ( and mouth..) I am glad we don't have porch furniture, because it would just take up space, and I would end with my backside on the concrete anyways. I am an observer. Observer of people, cars, plants, animals and sounds. I look at the lake...scratch Elvis kitty's chin, then lick my dripping cold treat. I occasionally glance down at the weird book I have been trying to get through, then lean in to check on my growing watemelon the size of softballs. I think " How darn cute are those watermelon, too bad I planted them too late..."

Cue in Motorcyle sounds. Hmm..red Kawasaki...guy wearing his helmet, good for him! Elvis rubs on my leg. Scratch his ear. purr......
Wind gently sways, and my chimes create a mosaic of sweet sounds. I can smell my roses. That house across the street is still for rent..asking too much. Crazy market. Dog barks, door slams. I need to make dinner. sigh. Don't want to move. Just want to sit here until, until. okay, I want to stay forever.....

Would you believe me....

If I told you that I have taken a picture a day...Minus the one day I had surgery? I won't bore you with all of them, cause they are boring. Yeah. They are.

I have a lot of stuff to update, but my other job of Mom is calling me now. I will do so in the morning. XOXOX

Christi