I used to use scissors and a comb. The comb held the hair up for trimming and also acted as a skin guard.

I too am feeling newly educated about the possibilities (stencils?!?) but will store my new knowledge until later.

Aims I hope the water park is most excellent fun. Seekrit note to miracle-car : be nice to the peoples and no more problems ok?

We are on the road (in heavy turnpike traffic actually) for JFK. Kermit waves to everyone!

I guess I assumed that other women had the same amount of hair as me.

OMG!!! My mother and sister had this habit of having conversations while they sat on the toilet. I guess that's how they spent quality time together. So each of them was always like "Come in and tell me about your day!"

I lived in fear I'd inheirited the pelt that side of the family had. Navel to knees. You could probably corn row it and put beads in.

I neither have the hair nor the penchant for holding family meetings in the bathroom, thankfully.

I have to say, shaving, trimming, not; very hairy, not so hairy; all differences I'm fine with.

But calling people into the bathroom for a chat? EEEEEWWWWW!

But calling people into the bathroom for a chat? EEEEEWWWWW!

A dear friend of mine writes the most amazing books (Eileen Rendahl, for those what's interested) says that there's nothing more disconcerting than having her 80 year old mother call her into the bathroom for the family meetings. She says it's a Jewish thing, but I dunno-- my mom used to try to have family meetings in the bathroom until I finally locked the door when I was about ten or so.

Eileen also has to help her mother with bra fittings at the departments stores, which is a whole other load of material for her therapist, she says.

But then she told me about an experience that trumped all-- she'd just finished working out in the gym and went to the shower, communal, natch, because this is just a YMCA. And a couple of showers down, there's a woman who she recognizes from the local PTO, who starts talking to her about the latest meeting and happenings at the school, all while soaping up her pubes. As Eileen put it, "It was the most surreal conversation I've ever had, discussing school referendums while she's just standing there, soaping up her cooch without benefit of a washcloth or anything."

well...this has been an interesting read. though after the Thorpey pics, i mostly am stuck saying "mmmm....". i'm so going to miss him not being in this year's Olympics.

As Eileen put it, "It was the most surreal conversation I've ever had, discussing school referendums while she's just standing there, soaping up her cooch without benefit of a washcloth or anything."

Now that's way too damn much information.

Now that's way too damn much information.

Tell me about it, but if you could have only heard Eileen telling it-- I was laughing so hard I was CRYING.

Now, a moment in which I can bitch-- how much am I hating current airline luggage standards?

I tried really hard to pack only one suitcase for SF. Problem is, I only have one suitcase big enough to comfortably accommodate my evening gown. This suitcase weighs on its own, close to fifteen pounds. So of course, when I tried to weight the sucker after I'd packed it (With room in it, no less--I didn't even have to use the expanding zippers or anything) it weighed close to sixty pounds.

So I could choose to do one of two things-- I could redistribute into two suitcases and pay the $25.00 fee for the second suitcase or pay FIFTY dollars for going over fifty pounds.

Bastards.

At least since I bought my ticket prior to July 9th, I don't have to pay the $15.00 fee for the first bag. *boggles*

Yeah, the suitcase regs are getting to be a major pain.

Hubby and I chat in the bathroom all the time. Though that is a vastly different vibe from parents/kids. I'm proud to say I never saw either of my parents naked or near naked or anything like that. I was found under a cabbage leaf, like any other self-respecting raised-by-puritans kid.