Best $7.99 at Cr*cker B*arrel I have ever spent!!!
Had you worried didn't I, Stephen!!
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart Be acceptable in Your sight, O LORD, my rock and my Redeemer.
Best $7.99 at Cr*cker B*arrel I have ever spent!!!
Had you worried didn't I, Stephen!!


Eyebrow threading originates from India and is probably the only way that eyebrows are shaped there. It involves the beautician or whoever is performing the threading to make a loop with a thread and twirl it a couple of times. The loop with the twirls at the center and the sides held by the beautician when applied with light pressure on the area of unwanted hair growth removes hair efficiently. The best thing about threading is that hair can be removed from the exact spot where unwanted and any possible desired shape can be achieved. Why am I posting about eyebrow threading you ask?
As a warning!!!!
When your friend (no names mentioned, HOLLY) looks at you and says, "Come with me and get your eyebrows threaded. It hurts so much less than waxing." You think, "Sure, my eyebrows need done. Why not." You go to the shop. You climb in the chair. You repeat three or four times that you DO NOT want your eyebrows darkened; hoping that the limited English spoken by the woman about to rip your hair out includes, "No, I like the color just as it is." You feel the coolness of the cleaner she wipes across your eyebrows. And then...the pain shoots through your face and you want to hurt your friend (again, no names mentioned, HOLLY). I am not sure what awful experience she has had with waxing, but no waxing job I have ever had has compared to the pain caused by the thread ripping out all the hair in its path!!
I will have to agree that the end result was worth it. But oh my, getting there was an experience that needs a warning label!!!
I love you Holly:):)
I don't like this! I don't like this!
As we pack things away and get rid of items, we explain to Emma that various toys or clothing items are going to be given away to individuals that need them more than she does. She has been VERY good about letting go of the toys...no drama or breakdowns! When we told her we were taking her bike to Ms. Joan's she just said "Okay, but I want to try riding it without the training wheels first." So Steve took of the stabilisers, Emma got on, and as soon as she got going and Steve began to let go, she repeated, "I don't like this!!! I don't like this!!!" That was the end of that:) The bike and the stabilisers went into the van for Ms. Joan.
~~~michaela's 12th birthday~~~
Michaela has turned 12!! Oh my! Only 360-ish days to go before she is a teenager. HELP!!!!!
Her big day began by her sweet, loving Mum coming into her room,...I did let her sleep until almost 10:30... tickling her, and giving her her 12 spankings! She loved that almost as much as Emma, Alex, and Mason ( I babysat this week) running into her room and jumping on her while they sang Happy Birthday to her:)
She then was treated to lunch at Frankie and Benny's with her friend, Thu and our friends Holly, Sarah, and Ryan. We all enjoyed a good Italian meal and embarrassing Michaela with 'the birthday song' over the loud speaker!
Later that evening, we headed to Holly's for brownie sundaes (Michaela does not like cake). We sang, we gave gifts, and then Steve went home and Thu, Michaela, Emma and myself had a sleepover at Holly's (her husband is in Africa for business). We (everyone except Emma and Sarah) stayed up until 4:00am talking and laid around until lunchtime on Friday!
It was a simple birthday, but she enjoyed her special day!!!
Next year....the big blowout 13th birthday party is already in the works!!!!
I guess this white and green flag makes it official...we are leaving England:(
Funny unrelated anecdote...
When we first moved here in 2005, Stephen took the girls and I into Banbury--one of the larger towns around us--for dinner at Pizza Hut (because of course, when you arrive in England and want to experience the British culture, what place is better to mingle with the locals than good ol' American Pizza Hut:). While we were walking through town, Michaela looked up on the side of a building and saw a large sign that said TO LET. (If she was down here and knew I was sharing this story with you, she would be squealing, "Mommy, stop telling this story. I was only 8!!!" But she isn't down here and I love this story. And yes, she was only 8!) She looks at us, and says, "They left the i out of toilet." Needless to say, "I have to go to the TO LET." has become a family joke that she fears will haunt her always.
For those of you who know me, you know what moving does to my state of mind--especially those moves that seem to linger on forever. As I sit among boxes packed and ready to be mailed, empty boxes waiting to filled and mailed, antiques waiting to go to storage, toys, etc. waiting to be taken to Joan at church, I want to scream and just say forget it!!!! It wouldn't be so bad if everything had one destination, but it seems as if everything is going in a different direction--and I am not sure where to begin. Along with the destination confusion, the boxes have to be packed so that the items do not break (obviously)and also so that the post office will accept it...nothing on the outside of the box, the right tape, completed customs forms,... AAAHHH!!!!!!!!!
I never thought the day would come that I wished for an U-Haul to be parked in front of my house, but if it meant this FUN would be over with in one shot, I am all for it!!!!!
Everyone loved them.
You are SUPER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you!!!!!!!!!
Happy Birthday, Stephen!!!!