Boobie hair. There it is. That is what this post is all about. Every day when I go to get in the shower, there they are. Staring at me. Nasty, gnarly boobie hairs. Why? Maybe we did evolve from apes and the boob hair stayed. It's not cool. I know I'm not the only one out there with this issue. I've talked to other women about it. Not at a dinner party like, "Ah dahling, tell me about your gnarly nipple hair." As if I go to dinner parties!! HA!!! I don't know about the others but I suppose it's daily plucking for me.
I've been called vain a few times (See definition #2) and I think about it a lot. The words fester inside my head. Am I vain? I don't know. All I see is an insecure girl trying to feel a little better about herself. But when I read definition #3 I thought that I might agree with the accusation.
Yes, I dye my hair. I'm 35 and almost 50% gray. I'm not ready to be gray. Is that conceit? Maybe.
I have a desperate need to feel more feminine. I never expected to have to pluck gnarly chin hair or buy men's sandals because I have "Flintstone feet". I'm sporting 100 extra pounds since my young, thin days and feel as though I have "man hands". This is why I like to have my nails done. Anything to soften the manly features. I suppose that is vanity.
I'm 100 lbs. overweight. Where is the vanity in that? I suppose me going out in public to flaunt my fatness is vain. People do look. Hmmmmm
I don't feel like I have any "accomplishments" to be prideful about. (see #2 again). I rely mostly on my humor because I have no college education nor the eloquence that others do. Big groups make me feel uncomfortable and insecure (more than 3 people). Heaven forbid I should actually have to participate in an adult conversation about something of real value. Do I have the ability to do that or will I just look like a fool? I opt for sitting back and listening rather than putting myself out there to be embarrassed. I suppose that is some sort of vanity. Pretending to be something I'm not. It's interesting to hear how people perceive you and what you really are. Most of us are just a show. Why is it not okay to show that we're all vulnerable? Maybe we're all vain to some degree.
I don't do these superficial things to "impress" anyone. It's all for me to feel a little more confident. Is that wrong? Maybe.
The most excitement was that we couldn't find our sweet Sadie. The above picture is obviously old since Ben was just a little patoot. I don't have any current pictures of her because she's afraid of the camera now. I'm not sure why but she bolts whenever she sees it. Anyway, she's old (14 yrs.) and likes to hang out outside and lay around in the garden. When the storm kicked up we all went to look for her and she was not on the property or in the house. Yeah, we should stay in the house and yadda yadda but anyone who really knows me knows how much I love my animals. So, Lawrence hopped in the car to look for her. She had wandered about a mile from our house and was walking around in the middle of the road. Lawrence called to tell me she was okay and the boys and I headed over there to help get her back. She wasn't very cooperative but now she's home. She's warm and dry and getting lots of loves. She's mostly deaf but can hear loud noises and high pitched noises. I'm sure it was the thunder that got her. Poor thing!!! I'm just so grateful she was okay and that we found her.
Aunt Alice, Uncle Dick and Mom
Uncle Leon, Aunt Shirley and Dad
Me, Matt, Mike, Susan and Stacey
