Waxed smiles

This past weekend was pretty good. Took the boys to see Happy Feet, the little penguin movie, It was cute and humorous and I was silently relieved that we saw that movie over the 'Flushed Away" flick.. I am sure it is a cute movie, but I have no interest in seeing it. Friday evenings are always good for me, because I let go of all my loose strings to my living Diary (Michal) and I have discovered it is the one day I don't come home and crave Vodka and Cranberry. We are a few days away from Thanksgiving and I am thankful for my family, friends and blessings, but not looking forward to it. My father wont be there and I realized that I usually go to family functions to see him. This thanksgiving will also be at my brothers house, the same place it was last year and the last Thanksgiving where he was. Michal said it is very healthy to feel as if he is there and not to hide it. I don't know what I will feel, I anticipate it to be difficult so therefore I am not looking forward to it.

Saturday I took it upon my self to get back into the groove of my drinking abilities. The boys went to spend the night with their dad and I decided that I would do something I rarely do... Wax my legs, its a dangerous thing with me and not really painful in my opinion but I guess I don't pull my skin Taunt enough as I manage to take off a layer of skin with each pull. I am drinking of course and I have a guy friend over... He sees what this is doing to me and yet he is enticed by the smoothness and absence of hair after it is done, he loads up on a few drinks and is ready for me to apply this wax to his lower stomach and remove hair that bothers him. His hands are in fists anticipating the pain, eyes closed very tight... I tell him to breath and as he inhales I pull it off like a band-aid... He lifts his head to look, breaths again and tells me to keep going. The second section and strip didn't go as well, I applied, pulled and the results were only half of the hairs. He screeched in pain and declined to continue, jumped in the shower and shaved the rest off instead. I thought his attempt was honorable and think of the movie 'The 40 Year Old Virgin' where there are patches on his stomach with no hair. I will ask in a week for him to show me his bare spots. After our waxed fun we headed to a hole in the wall that is famous for its jumbo nacho. We order this "famous jumbo nacho"it comes out on a platter that is bigger than one that accompanies a pizza of large proportions. I dive in and enjoy, we watch football on one TV in the right corner of the room and the left TV flashes the numbers for KENO... I have never played KENO so my friend explains it to me and we take some KENO strips and do hypothetical plays...We watch numbers that have been coming up more frequently than others and we both take our guesses as we watch each hand draw... I was unsuccessful and decide that I am not in the mood to play it. The beers are starting to hit me and we roll over the the pool table where I continue my losing streak to my buddy, who claims he is not very good, well I must be awful then, aside from a few good (lucky) shots I lost all 3 games there too.

I spent my Sunday laying around on my couch watching a marathon of John Travolta movies as the latest rush of rain comes tumbling through the great state of Oregon.

And as for the start of this short but busy work week... Bring it on... Bring it on.