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Kinda XX rated proceed with care hair Removal You don't have to be a woman to appreciate this story. I guarantee it will have women (men too) laughing out loud!! This is allegedly a true story, and if it's not it should be. As Beth told the story... All methods have tricked me with their promises of easy, painless removal - the Epilady, the standard razor, the scissors, the Nair, the EpilStop, and now . . The Wax. My night began as any other normal weekday night. I came home from work, fixed dinner for my son and we played for a while. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next couple hours: maybe I should use that wax in my medicine cabinet. I set up my boy with a video and head to the site of my demise, um, I mean bathroom. It was one of those cold wax kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the clear strips in your hand, peel them apart, press it on your leg (or wherever) and ignore the frantically rising crescendo of string instruments in the background. No muss, no fuss. How hard can this be? I mean, I'm not the girly-est of girls but I'm mechanically inclined so maybe I can figure out how this works. You'd think. So I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each other, stuck together. I'm supposed to rub it in my hand to warm and soften the wax (I'm guessing). I go one better: I pull out the hair dryer and heat the SOB to ten thousand degrees. Cold wax, my ass. (Oh, how that phrase will come back to haunt me.) I lay the strip across my thigh. I hold the skin around it and pull. OK, so it wasn't the best feeling in the world, but it wasn't bad. I can do this! Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am Sheera, fighter of all wayward body hair and smooth skin extraordinaire! With my next wax strip, I move north. After checking on the boy and verifying that he was, in fact, becoming one with Bear and learning all about smells, I sneak 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 then apply the wax strip across the right side on my bikini line, covering the right half of my front and stretching up into the inside of the right ass cheek. (Yeah, it was a long strip.) I inhale deeply. I brace myself. RRRIIIIPPP!!!! I'm blind! Blind from the pain! Vision returning. Oh crap. I've managed to pull off half an inch of the strip. Another deep breath. And RIIIP! Everything is swirly and tie-dyed? Do I hear crashing drums? OK, coming back to normal again. I want to see my trophy - my wax covered pelt that caused me so much agony. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold the wax strip like an Olympic gold medallist. But why is there no hair on it? Why is the wax mostly gone? Where could the wax go, if not on the strip? Slowly, I eased my head down, my foot still perched on the toilet. I see hair - the hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I feel. I am touching wax. I look to the ceiling and silently shout "nooooooo!!" And realize I have just begun living my own personal version of "The Tar Baby." I peel my fingers off the softest, most sensitive part of my body that is now covered in cold wax and matted hair, and make the next big mistake - up until this point, you'll remember, I've had my foot on the toilet. I know I need to move, to do something. So I put my foot down on the floor. And then I hear the slamming of the cell door. Vag area? Sealed shut. Axx? Sealed shut. A little voice in my head says "I hope you don't have to shit anytime soon. Your head just might pop off." I penguin walk around the bathroom trying desperately to figure out what I should do next. Hot water! Hot Water melts wax! I'll run the hottest water I can stand and get in - the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it away, right? Wrong. I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than is used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment. And I sit. Now the only thing worse than having your goodies glued together is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of a tub. In scalding hot water. Which, by the way, does not melt the cold wax. So now I'm stuck to the tub. I call my friend, C, because she once dropped out of beauty school so surely she has some secret knowledge or trick to get wax off skin. It's never good to start a conversation with "So my axx and womens private are stuck to the tub." She doesn't have a trick. She does her best to suppress laughter. She wants to know exactly where the wax is on the axx - "Are we talking cheek or hole, here?" she asks. She isn't even trying to hide the giggles now. I give her the run-down of the entire night. She tells me to call the number on the side of the box, but to have a good cover story for where the wax actually is. "You know that if we were working the help line at XX Wax Co.and somebody called with their entire crack sealed shut we'd just put them on hold then record the conversation for everyone we know. You're going to end up on a radio show or the internet if you tell them the truth." "While we go through various solutions, I have resorted to scraping the wax off with a razor. Boy, nothing feels better to the girly goodies than covering them in wax, sticking them to a tub in super hot water and THEN dry shaving the sticky wax off! In the middle of the conversation (which has inexplicably turned to other subjects!) I find the little, beautiful saving grace that is the lotion provided with wax to remove the excess. I rub some in and start screaming "It's working! It's working!" I get hearty congratulations from C and we hang up. I successfully remove all the wax and notice, to my dismay, that the hair is still there. So I shaved the damned stuff off. Hell, I was numb by that point anyway. And then I put the box of wax back in my medicine cabinet. Never know when a moustache might start to come in. Tonight, I attempt hair dying.

I do not measure out my food but I start to hic up when I am full. I eat about half a cup of solid but mushy I can eat about a cup. It really depends on the time of day Mornings I am tighter so I work on getting liquid protein in then. After 11am is meant for solids of Protein. I can usually go 4 to 5 hrs before I remember to eat. Still seems pretty weird to me. Fighting with head hunger right now But then again I feel weird because I do not have that much in my band

My Doc gave us the card above before my surgery. I never really looked at it thanks for the info now I actually know what it is..

Welcome Holly Good Luck on your new Journey

Welcome and Good Luck hope everything goes well for you.

Good News that you are feeling better...

That is Great new Rachel the time will fly by and you will do just fine. Congrats

So So Sorry that your are sick Leatha Hope the shot does the trick and you get to feeling better soon. Take care

My friend sent this to me this morning A little old lady had always wanted to join a local biker club. One day she >goes up and knocks on the door. A big, hairy, bearded biker with tattoos >all over his arms answers. > >She proclaims, "I want to join your club." > >The guy was amused, but says she needs to meet certain biker requirements >in order to join. The biker asks, "Do you have a motorcycle?" > >The little old lady replies, "Yep... my bike's parked over there", and >points to a Harley in the driveway. > >The biker asks, "Do you drink?" > >The little old lady replies, "Yep... drink like a fish. I'll drink any man >in your club under the table." > >The biker asks, "Do you smoke?" > >The little old lady replies, "Yep... smoke like a chimney. At least 4 packs >of cigarettes a day and a couple of cigars in the evening, while I'm >shooting pool." > >The biker is very impressed and asks, "Last question, have you ever been >picked up by the fuzz?" > >The little old lady thinks for a minute and says, "Nope ... but I've been >swung around by the nipples a few times."

Take care of yourself and keep on walking.. Take small sips

My Doc says no Hot dogs but I did try a bite and needless to say I did pay for it. Since then I have not tried it again.

You are such a trooper and I wish you all the best with your new Port and I hope that the previous rejection was a fluke and this time there will not be a rejection.

Melissa, Sorry about your Grandmother. I had the same problem on Friday eveing I ate Liver for dinner and did not have alot of it, I listened to my band and had just a sip of water before I went to bed and felt fine. At 3 am it decided to come up I jumped out of bed and had the slime coming up and PB'd needless to say I have just felt horrible since then but I have stayed on Liquids since then and am just starting to introduce solids with no problem just have to take it slow. I do not know what happend but I think for me at least I Should not eat or drink anything after a certain time I ate pretty late that night and I account what happend to that but who knows for sure. Hope you get to feeling better soon.

Good Luck and speedy recovery.

You look awesome. Very happy in the ad

Jodie your little ones are cuties.. Kyleigh your little guy sure is handsome. I'll succeed - good luck on getting to the Band side soon

Thank you, Thank you

Betty you look great Love all your outfits. That jacket is to awesome

I went shopping in Dec and I had to try on alot to find my size. I use to be a 42DDD now I am a 38DD so I do not know sizes if I lost in cup but I know I did lose in around. I think anyway. I use the underwire and on straps I use the padded but the best thing is I do not have to spend 25.00 for 1 bra I bought the new ones at JC Pennys for 10.00 which is such a big differance money wise. Next venture is the undees XXX is way to big but they are so comfy

I wish you all the best Trish on your Appt

Here are my two Cristian is 3 and Chalio is 7 they are the light of my life.

Welcome Samy, Glad to hear you are doing well. Welcome to the banded side of Life

Delarla that was to funny I actually spit my coffee out. I actually never asked the question I just use it as another excuse not to do the wild thing.