Daily Archives: January 19, 2013

Phase 1 of ‘cat lady’ … whiskers

I’m going there. Yes I am. I’m not afraid. It’s a natural part of life.

We have reached a tender, special bonding milestone in my home. Mother and son both have to start tending to their facial hair! Awwww!

Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!

What the heck? It seems like overnight! My wake up call was the rear view mirror of my car. The mirror in my bathroom is deceivingly dim. I knew I had hair on my upper lip … but it was fine and blonde. Damn rear view mirror. Mirror of truth. Mirror of age reveal. Magic, stupid, daylight mirror!

So now the conundrum of which route to take for my beard and moustache!

I’m still deciding. Obviously I don’t want to shave! Do I want to be a waxing girl? Tweeze? Hair removal cream?

I don’t want to do any of them!

For this particular sign ‘o the times – I would wish the clock back.

I barely have eyebrows! Never have had to groom them. I guess my face was saving all its energy for my chin?

If I was already in my mumu calling my 15 cats to their dinner bowls, I’d just say f#@* it. But I do still have to leave the house.

Was about to take Nic to a party when this little convo went down.

Nic: Mom … you have – um – a moustache thing here (Points to the right side of the corner of my mouth)

Me: Yeah – I know. I haven’t decided how to handle it

Nic: (Laughing) Well go shave!!!

Me: NO!

I think it was probably the first time he was embarrassed at the idea of leaving the house with me.

Well get used to it baby – because I believe arm flaps are next – and I’m not wearing long sleeves in the Summer.

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Tags: beauty, cat lady, facial hair, getting older, grooming, mother and son, parenting, shaving, waxing, women

Bingo!

Jan 19

Posted by debaucherysoup

I become obsessed with certain Facebook games – give them lots of attention, hours of my precious (ha!) time and then – like a flighty harlot, I tire of them and move on.

I haven’t visited my Farm in a couple of years – my Cafe has been left to serve the hungry without me and my City … pffft … don’t get me started on that. I ran out of room and then there were so many challenges!

Became quite the poker pro, achieving level 80 something … Excelled at Yacht! Farkle and Words with friends.

Then I found the Game Show Network app. Oh yeeeeees. I live 10 minutes, 15 tops, from a casino. But I could sit home and play Wheel of Fortune for free?!?

Oh the thrill of free bonus spins! ^_^ The glee of spinning the wheel!

That managed to tide me over for a couple of months. Then they announced (drum roll please) drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ….

“Let’s play Bingo!” Says my beachy friend. (My son commented that he was a little feminine – I countered with ‘beachy.’ Needless to say when my ‘beachy’ friend announces ‘bonus ball!’ my son cracks up from the couch).

I’ve never played Bingo in an actual Bingo setting. But it’s SO addictive! Can’t stop.

I played this morning and when 10 balls in a row rolled out that were not on my card (seriously, what ARE the odds of NOT having 10 numbers in a row?!?) I felt my nerves fray – WTF?

There is a pamphlet that anyone who lives near a casino or who has visited a casino (or, a casino ATM) has probably seen: