I watched the lunar tonight and unfortunately I couldn’t take pics.
First time, I remember to do something like this and I don’t have a camera worth a crap.
The cell phone would just produce little specks of nothingness of I would of used that.

I really need to get a digital, if honey is still working at WM come December, I’m going to ask him if A can get me a digital and we’ll pay him back.

I’m not sure who wrote this but it was a good laugh .

CAUTION: Be prepared to laugh ..I could just see this happening!

All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy,
painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors, Nair And now…the wax.

My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, and
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.

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 one strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the
right half of my *hoo-hoo* and stretching down to the inside of my butt
cheek (yes, it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace
myself….RRRRIIIPPP!!!!

I’m blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!….OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning,
I notice that I’ve only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP!!! Another
deep breath and RRIIPP!! Everything is swirly and spotted. I think I may
pass out…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. I touch. I am touching wax.
CRAP! 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 up on
the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.
DANG!!!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door. *Hoo-Hoo*?? sealed shut!
Butt?? 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 cement-epoxied
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 who-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 who-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 scraping the wax off
with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered
in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water 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…… Now that’s funny . Notttttttttt

Yes, it’s an “old school” game so to speak but with much better graphics!
Anyone ever play pong or pole position? Man, those were fun at the time but today’s advances in technology is unbelievable, I remember playing pole position at my friend’s house for hours on end.

To be honest with you, if my stuff still worked to this day, I’d still have every game console I ever had!  I would love to still have the nintendo my brother had; I loved playing them games.

A lot of games now a days are much much more complex than those of old. I mean the graphics, sometimes I think they do go overboard and then some games like Halo look f**cking awesome!

Anyway, to get to the point of this whole post was that some of the stuff that we can download are demos and what not. But with the silver and gold memberships of XBox Live, you can download Aegis Wings in it’s entirety. I played it and now I’m hooked on it, that’s my favorite game we have thus far for XBox, I haven’t ever played Halo, so I’m sure eventually I’ll give that a whirl as well.