
Talking about myself is always one of my favorite things to do! LOL No, really I hate talking about myself, now my friends and life experences that's a different story. I was born in Memphis Tn. (love the south) then moved to St. Louis Mo. (love the Cards). After STL it was off to Cape Girardeau Mo. for my first job in radio. Then I moved to Springfield.
Some of the best things in the world to me are in no peturclaure order,
My Pug Samantha
Going to 311 Concerts with Hallie and Mark (sister and brother)
Watching TV (I know I'm a dork)
Going to new places like Alaska
The freaking beach!
Drinking wine, drinking a lot of wine.
That's enough for now. That list could go on forever. EMAIL me any time you want and let me know what a dork I am. Hee Hee
Coolest web sites ever!
Check out Lisa from a Socialite's Life!
www.myspace.com/jenny997
http://www.socialitelife.com/
www.craigslist.com
www.youtube.com
www.pogo.com
www.meez.com
www.dlisted.com
My pretty sister Hallie with the best guy ever Greg!
My Brother and my soon to be new sister Diana!!!
Mom and Dad's little sweety, Izzy!
75 pounds of ugly fish, it taste good! Got this bad boy in Alaska!!
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1) Powder Your Roots
If your hairline starts to look greasy, dig up a big, fluffy makeup brush, and dip it into a pot of loose powder. Tap it once on the back of your hand to remove the excess, then dust it over your roots. It mops up oil and blends into your strands, so no one will know you didn't shower.
2) Scent Strands with Perfume
Spray a light shot of fragrance into the bristles. Run it through strands from roots to ends and your hair will smell amazing throughout the day.
3) Cure Calluses with Vaseline
Slather on the petroleum jelly, and put on socks before bed to dissolve tough calluses overnight.
4) Spot-Treat Smudges
Dip a cotton swab in eye-makeup remover, and trace it along your lids to erase any slipups or goofs when there's no time to redo your whole look.
5) Fix a Flushed Face
If you turn red and stay that way after exercising (like seriously red for hours, even though you're healthy and hydrated), take an antihistamine like Benadryl when you leave the gym to reduce redness.
6) Soften Your Bod with Avocado
Take a ripe avocado, remove the pit and skin, and mash it up in a bowl. Slather it all over your body, let it sit for 20 minutes, then rinse off. Your skin will be sooo soft — avocado is a natural moisturizer.
7) Super-Glue a Nail
Instead of tearing off your nail when it breaks, put a tiny dab of Super Glue over the split, and paint a generous layer of your favorite nailpolish shade over it. Go for an opaque option (like red, purple, or coral) to camouflage and seal the crack.
8) Use Makeup Remover on Stubborn Lipstick
Don't try to rub off red lipstick (which makes it smear across your mouth — not so sexy). Instead, take a cotton ball or tissue, dip it in makeup remover, and just dab to erase the dark stain fast.
9) Tame Brows with Eye Cream
Pat any kind of rich eye cream over brows to help keep them hydrated and banish those icky white specks that look like dandruff.
10) Buff with Baking Soda
If you find yourself streaking (not glowing) after applying self-tanner, put some baking soda on a loofah, and scrub away the stripes.
Dear Mr. Thatcher, I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the Leak Guard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from the curse'? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forcesviolently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing? As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying, jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by a bunch of drunken chimps, Crazy! The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing,were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'Are you f**king kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and as ketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory. For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you just have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong', or are you just picking on us? Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullsh*t. And that's a promise I will keep.Always.
All hair removal methods have tricked women with their
promises of easy, painless removal - The Epilady, scissors,
razors, Nair and now...the wax. Read on.........
My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, eat
dinner, play with the dog. 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. (YA THINK!?!)
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
dog, 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 wax strip across the
right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my
hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek
(it was a long strip)
I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!! I'm
blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!! Vision
returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half
the strip. CRAP! Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is
spinning and spotted.
I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...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...it's not! I touch. I am touching wax.
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 upon the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I
put my foot down.
Sealed shut! My butt is sealed shut. 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
cemented 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 hoo-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 hole or hoo-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
trying to scrape the wax off with a razor . Nothing feels
better than 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 neighbors
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......
Thanks Melissa!!! Keep the stories coming!