Do you hate yourself more than your body hair?

If you answered yes then get an epilator. I purchased this little beauty:



it has the epilator on one side and a shaver on the other. It's genius because once you can't take this little thing plucking your hairs out you can flip it over and just shave them off. Either way you win.

I've waxed various parts of my body before, I've plucked my eyebrows for over 15 years, I have 4 tattoos. I am no wimp when it comes to pain. But I really had a hard time with this. I'm sure over time it will become less painful and the hair will grow in finer also making it easier.

You basically just hold this against your skin, making sure you don't use pressure or you'll get pinched and move it in a circular motion along whatever you are trying to de-fuzz. I did my thighs and arms. Neither part was thickly covered, just light fuzz. However, on my arms it was longer than I was comfortable with and trimming with scissors has resulted in a few painful gashes and scary close calls. I did have to go over the same area several times before all the hairs were removed and part of why it was so bad was that it kept giving me goosebumps. This made it noticeable more painful. It kinda feels like when a hair get caught in a bracelet or watch only its lots of hairs at once and it happens over and over again very quickly.

I started to do my lower legs then decided I had tortured myself enough for one night. Once all the red blotches went away I was left with silky smooth arms and thighs. Its pretty cool considering I picked this little bastard up for $25 and some of these contraptions go for $100. Waxing would definitely be faster and less painful, but, messing with the wax is a pain in the ass and going to a salon is way too expensive. I'm curious about using it on my armpits, I hate having to shave them everyday to keep them smooth and 5 o'clock shadow free. Its easier and less painful if the skin is pulled tight, so, maybe my guy will help me with the pits. I've been begging him to let me use it on him, but, so far it's a no go. I'll try getting him drunk and then ask again.

That's really all for now. The boyfriend and I have been making some lifestyle changes; eating healthier, smaller portions and exercising. We have both gained a few inches around our waists the last 3 years and decided that if didn't do something about it now we might regret it with health problems and unhappiness about how we feel about ourselves. So, we set goals for ourselves each week (usually 2 lbs) and have also taken measurements of our waists. Now we are tracking our progress. Its been two weeks and I really do feel better already. I'm hopeful that I can reach my goal and permantly change my bad habits (french fries, potato chips, too many video games and naps). I'll write about it here from time to time and if I discover any helpful hints I'll post them.

I think there's something wrong with me

I have this inability to act like an adult. I pay my bills, but, that is pretty much where it ends. No matter how hard I try I can't keep my apartment organized and neat, I can't keep the kitchen stocked, and I can't save money. People all around me are buying houses and having children and I am trolling the internet looking at Re-ment (Japanese miniatures). What is wrong with me? I have no desire to own a house, I love that I don't have to take care of a lawn, shovel snow, fix shit when it breaks. My motto is "It's not my problem". Leaky roof, need a new septic tank, basement flooding? Oh well, it's not my problem, I pay rent and that's where my responsibility ends and I like it that way. Some people see renting as a waste, paying all this money and ending up with nothing to show for it in the end. I see it as paying someone to do all the worrying for me, this way I don't have to worry about wells, furnaces, and termites. Maybe I need to get a landlord for the other aspects of my life, someone who will worry about and take care of my retirement, refilling prescriptions, and making sure my laundry has been done BEFORE I run out of underwear. I need to really think about this, this might be the most brilliant idea I've ever had. Of course, that means I need to write and ad and interview people and that sounds like a lot of work soooooooo it's probably no going to happen.

And then there is the subject of children. I am truly torn on this. I really like my life. I am selfish. Not in the I don't share and think about others kind of way, but, I like sleeping in on days off, I like going to the movies during the week, eating popcorn for dinner and don't want to sacrifice those things kind of way. Having kids means making changes and sacrifices and I don't want to do that right now. Will I always feel like this? I don't know. But, I also think about the issues my guy and I have and really don't want to be the source of blame when our kids become neurotic messes with high cholesterol, migraines, obesity, arthritis and asthma (amongst other possibilities). (And I'm not telling you who's family contributes which wonderful maladies.) My guy and I have discussed it and we're okay adopting later on if we decide we what to expand our family and I'm not saying that this child won't have problems, but, at least I won't be to blame. (Just don't tell his folks that we might never give them grandkids, natural or otherwise, because I'm pretty sure they might suffer a stroke.)

As far as my daily responsibilities I just find them too boring or too overwhelming, so, I try to ignore them. The thought of having to decide what I will want to eat for the entire week and then buying it all at once is just too much for me. I can't handle the pressure of it. I did direct deposit so I wouldn't have to worry about going to the bank every payday. Most of my bills are automatic pay so I don't need to remember what date what bill is due. I opened my date book yesterday to make a doctor's appointment and I haven't checked or updated it since March!

Basically I'm a twelve year old who gets to live the life of a thirty year old and the results aren't always pretty. But, my mom can rest easy knowing that I'm not running with scissors, sticking things into outlets or eating cake and candy for breakfast (at least not on a regular basis for the last thing). I survive because that's what I do and I have a blast doing it. My apartment is Neverland. From Peter Pan, not Micheal Jackson's "ranch".

And btw... my boyfriend loves me for who I am and assures me that the world is not judging me on my housekeeping abilities, financial discipline, and ability to make a gourmet meal after working a 10 hour day. No matter how much I fear this to be true and beat up on myself for it. Most days I feel inadequate and defective. Maybe stunted is the correct term. Either way, am I the only person who lives and feels this way? Because I'm starting to feel more and more left behind.

A night in the life of me

So, the boyfriend thinks he's a funny guy. And actually he is, he is also a pretty decent actor as well. The combination of these two attributes means that my life is one prank after another.

Last night the boyfriend thought it would be funny to hide the laptop on his side of the bed and once I was drifting of to sleep to play a track of ghost/haunting sounds. There were however a couple flaws with his brilliant plan:
1) I sleep so close to the air conditioner I'm practically inside the thing and since its like the cheapest one available it similar to having a jet liner taking off in the room. Anyway, so when he starts playing his spooky sounds I can barely hear them and I don't know they are supposed to be spooky. It sounded like one of the neighbors watching tv.
2) I can be a pretty awful person when I'm tired. I don't go around kicking puppies or anything ,but, I certainly could be considered less than pleasant. So, when he keeps asking me over and over again if I "hear that" I start to get more and more annoyed. I am more than happy to ignore it and go back to sleep.

That makes for a pretty lame prank, so, he needs to kick it up a notch. Now he is so frightened that he is plastered up against me, faking a panic attack too afraid to move. I get up, turn off the air conditioner and look out the window. Of course I don't see anything, however, now I can hear the noises. I walk over turn on the light and dingbat decides this is a good time to pass out from fright and start laughing because it was all a big, hilarious rouse.
I tell him he's not funny and I'm going back to bed. Now he wants to discuss the joke and how scared he made me. When I tell him not at all he starts talking about Freddy Krueger and singing that creepy song in a child's voice. I tell him to stop because NOW I'm freaked out and will not be able to go back to sleep. Or turn off the light.

Its nice to meet you, I hope I can figure this out

This is my day to day life and the random thoughts that go through my mind. I might tell you how my day went, what I cooked for dinner, product reviews or my newest plan for getting my life in order. I'm a vegan living with my meat-eating boyfriend in our over stuffed one bedroom apartment. I recently left my twenties behind, well, sort of...I stay young by being incredibly immature.

I work in a medical office by day and am a guitar hero by night. I drive a 1996 (which I just paid off a month ago after 7 years!), its not that I don't make a nice salary, but, I have a hard time disciplining myself. Shoes, video games, cookbooks, dvds, sephora and levi's are to blame.

I'll try to make this as interesting as possible, but, make no promises. And hopefully I'll update this more often than I clean my tub.

Peace out, cub scout!

xoxo