Now, if you are Ang., you are thinking that I am surely about to discuss the amazingness of the hair on my head. You are wrong, Ang., that is not what this post is about, though I do have some uh-MAZ-ing hair today. Here, let me show you:

I’ll tell you how I got it later, I promise. Because right now, I want to talk about other hair. Hair that isn’t so amazing. Hair that I don’t really want, if you know what I mean.

That extra eyebrow hair–that I plucked in Orlando and had to pluck again today. And when did my eyebrow hair start growing down on my eyelid? Like almost to the crease? Whose idea was that? Probably the same person who thought I would look good in a beard. Which I also plucked in Orlando. And again this morning. Hello? Attention?? Not rocking the bearded look here. No way.

So, I’m looking at alternatives. Ang. says she can teach me to wax, but I never had a problem with sagging eyelids until I had my brows waxed, and then I had some hive type swelling, so I am not real thrilled with that option. Totally not going to be shaving it, either.

Like my Grandmother did. For at least the last 20 years of her life, but I think closer to 30. Umm, no thanks.

So, that leaves me looking for topical products that dissolve the hair, and it needs to be safe for sensitive skin (see that part about the hive-y swelling above). I want to learn more about Trienelle’s Reductase-5, because it claims to be both natural and gentle. And it has some of the ingredients I look for in skin care products: retinol and salicylic acid and such. And it costs only about a dollar a day. Which really isn’t that bad when I consider that the alternative might eventually be Barbasol. On my face.

Of course, I guess I could just walk around backwards, so all anyone ever saw of me was that amazing hair above. Do you think that’s a good option for me?

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So, I think I might have stayed up a little too late last night, working on this theme and reading feeds. I had insomnia for the first time in months, and it was around 2 when I finally crashed. Odd to think that used to be how I lived, yk? Anyway, it is surely telling on me today. I am slow and my mind is sluggish. Don’t you just hate it when you can almost feel your mind creeping along instead of zipping like it ought to?

Anyway. Let me tell you what else happens when I am this tired. First, I end up getting sidetracked every 3 minutes, like someone with ADD, flitting from twitter to zemanta to this message board and that message board and also a few paid blogging sites in an endless round robin. Second, I sit here with information overload and completely pole-axed by the amount of stuff I need to take care of off-line. Third, if it’s shiny, I am installing it on my blogs, which is usually a good thing, but I think I better get up pretty quick before I break something.

If, of course, wild thing were the name of this theme. Which it isn’t. The actual name is Notebook Chaos. Pop on over out of that feed reader, and let me know what you think!

Sorry this is late, ya’ll. I hit the ground running yesterday, and I stayed that way until 10pm. That’s what I get for not pre-publishing this week.

Also, I hope whatever that weird spot thing is on my picture is only on my lens. Every shot is like that.

Okay, I just posted a post that was basically whining about my current weight. The fact is that I have weighed what I weigh now for over a decade, and it’s my normal adult wight, and I am trying to change what appears to be set in stone. But in the grand scheme of things, my 10 pounds is small potatoes, because I am still in control of what I put in my mouth. I eat because I am physically hungry, but that’s where it stops. Unlike those who are addicted to alcohol or drugs, I’m not needing an intervention over my food choices. Well, mostly, LOL.

Not that I couldn’t use a 12-step program for other issues in my life. Anger, resentment, pity parties, bitterness, LAZINESS. Oops, did I say that? The truth is that there is no visible drug detoxification plan for those things, but they can do just as much damage to our emotional and spiritual lives as drug abuse does to our physical lives. Think about that. Imagine the druggiest drug-out druggie you know or can think of. Maybe the one you saw on tv, living in rags under the bridge with horrible teeth and scabby arms. Yeah, that one. Now imagine your spirit, your inner man, looking like that. That’s quite the mental image isn’t it? yeah, and if that’s you, it ought to be scaring you, because I will admit that when I look in the mirror, that’s sometimes what I see. And that is why the current series I am running on women in Proverbs won’t be the last such series you’ll see here.

But back to the subject at hand which started out as drug rehab, specifically Chapman House, before I got derailed. Chapman House uses a 12 step program to help folks overcome physical addictions. You ought to know from reading this blog that I am all for a program that points people to God, even if they add the phrase “as we perceive Him//her to be”. Admitting that there is a Higher Power is the first step in meeting the Real One, after all.

They also offer professional interventions for folks who just haven’t come to terms yet with the fact that they need a little help to overcome their issues. Just like a lot of life, that first step is the hardest one. Chapman accepts insurance, and they are CARF accredited, so you know they are among the absolute best.

Here I am, on Friday morning, drenched! We had extra trash this week, so I dashed out to help the trash guy. BEFORE I realized it was raining. But daggone, my side yard looks 400% better!

That’s what I said when I first read about this deal from Charter. If you sign up for their services, you are entered into a drawing for the Charter Laptop A Day Giveaway. They are giving away 30 HP Compaq Presario C770US Laptops. Plus, you get a gas card. The value of the gas card depends on which of their services you end up subscribing to, but they start at $25, and top out at $100. Hey, gas is gas, and at almost $4 a gallon still, that’s a sweet promotion.

You’ll note I said I said ‘Ooh, Ooh, Ooh”, not I’m saying, “Ooh, Ooh, Ooh”. That’s because Charter isn’t available here. But you know how badly I want a laptop, and I know you want me to have what I want, so how about I make you the same offer I made the readers of my craft blog. You go sign up. keep the gas card for yourself. If you win the laptop, give it to me as a finder’s fee. That would totally work for me! Whaddya think?

Otherwise, I am just going to have to work for it, and working is so passe’, don’t you think?

In other news, I’m planning a very busy weekend, which doesn’t include much work for which I get paid, but does include plenty of the other kind. Yay me!

Ok, sorry. But really, when I started writing the title, it cracked me up! Because I am like that. HA!

Ok, on Friday, I posted that I was committing to the great mag purge of 2008. Since I did not finish the 486 page InStyle, I had to toss something. Goodbye TownHall from April 2008. I am sure there are 48 thousands more controversies in the ensuing 6 months.

Then there was the party Saturday afternoon, which I referenced in the previous post. And Sunday was church. And that’s what I did this weekend, except that I noticed that I am still not in the habit of wearing the watch that I purcased specifically so I could tell what time it was on Sunday morning, so I could be sure to be where I am supposed to be at the right time: kid’s music at 10:15 and hostessing coffee fellowship at 10:30 and in the sanctuary at 10:55. Have I mentioned I have been being late into the sanctuary? Repeatedly? Yeah, not good.

Now, I wonder if I would feel more compelled to wear my watch if I had one of these Breitling watches. Isn’t that gorgeous? I know it is a man’s watch, but hello! It is pink! And you know that I love pink! I also like blue, by not as much as I like pink. Of course, I’d like to point out that the blue ladies’ watch is thirty-two THOUSAND dollars less than the pink men’s watch. What’s up with that, I wonder? Clearly, Breitling watches knows I am not above buying a man’s watch, that’s what. Except, for that small matter of the $32,000. Not sure I could even use “being on time for church” to justify that, yk?