THANKS, PEEPS.

A very big thank you to the two Peeps that actually read my stuff.

There are so  many wonderful blogs I really do appreciate you taking the time to stop by here.

BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY.

I'm having leftovers for supper.   My laundry is almost folded.  My hair is pulled back in a bun.  I have on

sweatpants.  A tee shirt.  And bare feet.

No wonder I have no more readers. hahah

Last night I did a big booboo.   I dislike hair on my body.   Gross, I know.

I have waxed, lasered and Naired my arms for years with various results.  It works and I am happy and feel

more feminine.   I'm just weird.

I shave my legs everynight with shaving cream.    So far so good.

As I'm aging, I am noticing more facial hair...or rather thickening of blonde facial hair on my cheeks.

No one else notices it..  It may be the 10X mirror I use for plucking that makes me feel so...hairy.

I might add that I am addicted to plucking .   That's why I have the 10X mirror.  I have more Tweezerman's

that some stores.   All for various stages of eyebrow growth. (we will not talk about chin hair)

So, last night ( I have a  LOOOONG nightly ritual when I bathe.   Bubbles, TV , plucking, powdering,

lotion)

I decided that I would just put the hair removal product on my FACE.    Am I just stupid?

Obviously.  I noticed it was stinging but thought nothing of it.

Then  ZING my face was On Fire.   I rinsed and rinsed and rinsed and rinsed.

Then I slowly started swelling and blotching and looking like Will Smith did on Hitch when he ate the

seafood.

The good news!   I have no hair on my face (except eyebrows)

The bad news!     I have lost a layer of skin and it HURTS.

Now, aren't you glad you know this?

Love ya, Peeps.

BMBM Eyebrows

Hmmm. I've gone two whole days without being inappropriate. I'm off my game.

Speaking about budgets, I've had to give up a few things myself.

The first thing that had to go was...waxing and lasering. I know, I know...the lasering was not much of a sacrifice but work with me here. The waxing is almost a necessity. My eyebrows are living proof.

I have alot of eyebrows. Less as I age, but still alot. It takes a trained person to keep them tame. Think Andy Rooney eyebrows. They point up, out, down...any way they are not supposed to go. I have tried putting goop on them to keep them from escaping but it just doesn't work. Instead of one sticking out, maybe 10-15 point in some other direction in a glob. You know it is bad when your eyebrows enter the room before YOU actually do.

Have you seen monkeys grooming each other? I guess I need my own monkey because plucking has now become my new obsession. I use a 10X mirror which only makes it seem worse. If I let them go for a few days...oh my. They run amuck. It's a problem when you have blonde (fake) heh heh hair and coal black eyebrows. They are noticeable.

The lasering? Not such a sacrifice but it makes me feel better to say I gave up two things.

PU gave up toes but I just don't think I can do that yet. Pink toes just make me happy. I can't give Sonic up right now. Hair color is out of the question at my age. Make-up? Ditto.

This is going to take careful consideration. I can give up liver, prunes and green stuff but that's not much of a stretch.

I have given up some travel, movies and most sweets. It has given me a tic.

So, Peeps. What have you given up? Give me some ideas. Especially if you have any eyebrow advice.

O My!...A BMBM

For those of you who are new...BMBM is Beachy Mimi's Beauty Musings...we haven't done one in a while. I also use that because it REALLY freaks out Queen B when I say BM. Heh Heh

While this post doesn't exactly have anything to do with beauty, except for the beauty OF it, it has more to do with women's health and well-being.

This is how I got here.

A VERY nice lady from church was talking--(not confidentially)--about her sister who has been married 42 years. During the conversation...I'm not exactly sure how...she mentioned that the sister had never had the BIG O. Wow.

As the BIG O has been absent from my life for a couple of years now, I cannot imagine this poor woman going 42 years without.

SHAME ON HER HUSBAND

I totally believe it is 99.999999999999999999999% the husband's responsibility to be
the leader here. Let's just say...in the driver's seat.

In fact, if we explained to husbands and used a car analogy, maybe they would get it.

I realize that most of you don't have a problem in this area. Wonderful! But there are alot of women who do. I have one acquaintance whose husband only wants relations ONCE A YEAR. They've been married 15 years. Even then there is no O in her alphabet. I think people would be so surprised at what does and does not go on behind closed doors.

Back to the car. Tell the husband that you can have a...manual transmission. According to my gyn, this is the way about 75% of women roll.

However, he (the gyn) says that if you are...in alignment...with proper...torque...your automatic transmission comes in to play. He says very few women experience this.

Believe me, I have faked reaching "high C" (think piano and singing) enough to win an Oscar, Emmy and Tony Award. Probably not the best route to take.

There are some wonderful Christian books on the subject. Beth Moore even led a study with her women's group about this subject, so it's OKAY to talk about it.

The problem is, women read...men usually don't. Underline passages. Hand him the book. You may think it will hurt his feelings, but he would MUCH rather you be happy and he will get over it.

It's healthy, normal and a total gift from God.

One of my friend's parents have 12 children and the husband has NEVER seen his wife unclothed. Okay, that is just not normal. Obviously from another generation. Like my grandparents. I'm sure they never had relations, either. EWWW!

Here's hoping you have a Capital O in YOUR alphabet.

Note to Queen B, I guess there ARE worse letters than BM. Now you will have to include O in that!!

It's Dangerous To Be Bored

Beachy Mimi is rarely bored. I have always felt I was reasonably intelligent enough to entertain myself at any give time.

Well, last week, notsomuch.

I was at a loss. I've NEVER been bored.

A bored Beachy Mimi is a Beachy Mimi out-of-control.

At my regular waxing appointment ( I love waxing) I was reading the tootie waxing page again with utter facinatiion.

The conversation went like this:

BM: So, tell me about this tootie waxing.
Torturer: I wouldn't get waxed, I would get LASERED.
BM: Huh? Tootie Lasered?
Torturer: Yes. It's great. I've done it 11 times. (Note to self: Remember to question why 11 times)
BM: Does it HURT?
Torturer: The lasers are much better than they used to be. (notice to self--torturer dodging question)
BM: Could I try a little spot?
Torturer: Sure. Let's do a patch of Upper Tootie.
BM: I'm game. Let's do it.
Torturer: Put these glasses on and lay back.
BM: Uh...is that stench my BURNING FLESH YOU LYING HARLOT!!
BM: O U C H!!
BM: You didn't tell me it would be mor.phine.ic pain!!
Torturer: That is a tender area.
BM: Ya THINK???

Beachy Mimi left waxing salon will well groomed eyebrows and fried ovaries. It works but I cannot imagine getting central or south central tootie done.

Well, you think that would have cured my boredom and desire for excitement. It didn't.

My next option was getting a tat, body piercing, calling up an old boyfriend or making a random purchase.

The tat: figured it would change areas on my aging body and a tat on the lower back might end up between my shoulders

The body piercing: same thing

Calling up old boyfriend: don't have one to call

Random purchase: it seemed like the lesser of four evils

So, as a Happy Birthday to Me, I bought a car. Actually, I just traded one car for another car but it is new to me.
Now you would think Beachy Mimi, in her bored state, would choose a wild red or sexy blue color. Nope. Nada. White.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME??? WHITE?

I should have just gotten a gray car, let my hair go gray and quit waxing my chin hairs.

Don't judge. I got nervous. This was only my second time to do this by myself.

Now I'll be driving around in my boring white car doing boring things like combing my hair and not spiking it.

NOT!!

Maybe I'll get some pink extensions.

Another giveaway tomorrow!!

Love Ya, Peeps!!

Beachy Mimi's Beauty Musings (BMBM)

The Queen B has QBBQ which is informative and fun. Beachy Mimi decided to have BMBM which will neither be informative or important, but maybe a little fun.....a little.

I am all about daydreaming and incidental things that are not important or vital to life. But, who doesn't like to daydream sometimes (you know you do).

The Queen is protesting to the BMBM, but what else could I call it? Queen Mothers Musing Quietly? Beachy Mimi Musing Beauty? Somehow that just doesn't have the same impact.

So, here's the question. If you were stranded on a deserted island (don't tell me you haven't thought about it) and you had your Bible, a notepad and pen, plus all the food, water, M&M's, etc. you could possibly want........and you knew you would be picked up in the future.......but not when......what ONE beauty essential would you have with you? It can be a product or an applicance. But just one.

OKAY! I know this is ridiculous, but it's my Fanatasy Island and I can make my own rules.

Mine is easy. Waxing. COULDN'T. LIVE. WITHOUT. IT. I started to say tweezers, but that just didn't cover legs, underarms.......gross........but you see what I'm talking about.

COME ON.....you can play.......it will just take a second........