It had been 7 weeks since the last time I had my legs waxed so I made a lunchtime appointment at a local day spa for a full leg plus bikini wax (only 3rd time for a bikini wax). I had not been to this spa before but it is close to where I work, so convenient.
Upon arrival I had to complete a lengthy 'health' questionnaire that had a strange focus on bodily smells...do my feet smell: never, sometimes, always; do I sweat: never, sometimes, always; do I suffer from flatulence: never, sometimes, always, etc. I finished my written exam, handed it in to the proctor, and followed the woman who would be providing my service to one of the waxing rooms. Before leaving the room she asked me to remove my skirt then lay on my stomach on the table, as she would start with the back of my legs. When she stepped back into the room we exchanged names (so we weren't complete strangers I guess), she opened the curtains assuring me that there was no one looking out from the windows of the building next to the spa, and got down to business.
After 10 minutes I was asked to turn over onto my back so she could do the front of my legs and bikini area. She placed some sort of a tissue on top of my lower abdomen then started waxing my lower left leg. As she moved up to my thigh she removed the tissue from my abdomen, unfolded it, then deftly fed it through the front of the left leg hole of my undies and out the front of the right leg hole. She then spread it out and tucked the ends up and over the top band of my underpants. Since I was laying flat on my back so couldn't see my lower quadrant and the diapering had happened so quickly, I wasn't quite sure that what I thought happened had actually happened. Then she made an adjustment to the tissue.
Now, with my limited knowledge of bikini wax etiquette, I am guessing that the insertion of the tissue is an act of consideration, to protect my panties from getting wax on them. Please, someone tell me I am correct.
Left bikini area was done, then she moved to the lower, then upper, then bikini area of the right leg. Once all was complete she untucked the tissue and, pulling on the left side, removed it as quickly as she had inserted it. Then lotions applied, skirt put back on, down the stairs, pay the bill, out the door and back to the office. Lunch should always be so...um...relaxing?!
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For the Canada Day weekend, friends from Ohio had invited J, C and me to visit them on their farm and attend their annual Nation's Birthday party. However, due to an uncooperative calendar they decided to celebrate Canada Day rather than Independence Day. Any excuse for a party and allegiances be damned. All I can say is Americans sure do know how to celebrate Canada Day!
There was plenty of Gerber's chicken, cold beer, homemade ice cream, swimming and cornhole for all.
Swimming was in an incredible, spring-fed pond large enough for 2 canoes, 1 kayak and multiple other watertoys to be used by 50 or so waterbabies at anyone time with lots of open water between all.
Before last weekend I had never been on an ATV. So Friday morning I had a tour of the farm on the back of the ATV and Saturday morning learnt how to drive it, then went off by myself for a while. It's more fun than I had previously thought.
Friday afternoon we were taken on a tour of the surrounding countryside and the town of Wooster. This is Amish country, and we were fortunate enough to see two horse-drawn buggies with their drivers on their way to town, and other Amish folk working on their farms and homes. C thought it was pretty cool. It struck me as rather odd seeing two young Amish women cutting their front lawns on large ride-on mowers. Amish won't drive any sort of automobile, but it's ok to drive a ride-on lawnmower. Hmm?
It was a nice weekend overall and a welcome escape from my current life in Ottawa, but my god it sure is a long drive - 9.5 hours each way - UGH!
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My mother-in-law called me at the office this morning to chat. She told me that my sister-in-law and her 3 kids were coming to visit her in Morrisburg for a few days, arriving this afternoon. We haven't seen each other since my father-in-law's funeral this past December so I asked if it would be alright if I drove out (about 90KM) after work with the kids for a couple of hours to see them. It was and so we did.
A fun time was had by all. We played crochet, and scoop ball, and a modified version of volleyball, with a soccer ball, that would allow a 4 year old and a 7 year old to own the grass court.
After games were all complete we sat on the front porch of my mother-in-law's 150 year old home, sipped our refreshments and chatted. Just before leaving I was able to hold my other nephew who is now 7 months old, and looks and feels like he will have a very successful future as a linebacker.
Hugs, kisses and goodnights were shared all round, then we hit the road to come back to the house.
I was recently told, by a wise woman, to take stock of the small victories. Today I was able to smile and play with my nephews and daughter - something very special.
6 comments:
Strangely, I am going for my first bikini wax Thursday afternoon. I had no idea what to expect. Now I do...Thank you.
I must show the Cornhole website to my fellow. He will not believe there is a game called Cornhole without me providing evidence. Do people keep a straight face while talking about it?
Sounds like you did win a lot of small victories! Take one day at a time. We weren't made to handle more than that!
Some of the locals take their cornhole very seriously. We even had a dance for when someone swished a corn bag through the hole. As the afternoon progressed into evening porch lights were turned on so the game could continue. A couple of tempers started to flare when the quantities of beer consumed started affecting the aim of the corn bags.
For the most part though, it's some down home fun where the majority of onlookers offer their good-hearted advice and catcalls as they watch some mild drunks playing a game.
Glad you had a good weekend, Daisy. I had to laugh at the "diapering"- maybe it was in case you crapped yourself when she started tearing hair out.. har har.
You're a brave woman. I had my lower legs waxed once. The bitch troll that did it brought blood. I wasn't letting her or anyone else near my bikin line!
Cherrypie,
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