An eyebrow story. (It's funny, I promise)

Last day at "work". I put it in quotation marks because although I am physically at work, there is no work to do, so I'm pretty much building up some Pinterest boards and stalking people on facebook.  I was asking my friend what I should blog about and she gave me a list of uninspiring ideas. I told her I'd think about them while I got my eyebrows waxed, "maybe there is a story in that" I jokingly texted back.

And while I was laying there painfully getting hair ripped out of my face, I realized that there WAS a story in eyebrow waxing.

Let us go back a few years. My sisters and I are in our hay-day of living together. Fun times all the time. We are shopping one day and Bethany comes across a do-it-yourself waxing kit. She decides that spending $9.99 on seemingly never ending waxings is way more cost efficient than paying someone ten bucks every time she wants her eyebrows waxed. I agreed.

Yay us for being so frugal!

This is my friend Hayley's eye. She has perfect eyebrows and
NEVER has to wax/pluck/thread them.

Luckily we didn't learn the hard way that sometimes it is worth it to pay money to have professionals do things for you. Our youngest sister Vanessa however, was the one who learned that (literally) painful lesson.

After giving Bethany a semi-not-sucky eyebrow waxing, Vanessa decided that she would trust me to wax her eyebrows as well.

Eyebrow one: Check. Beautiful. "It looks so good Vanessa! Really, I'm impressed with myself. This kit was totally worth it."

Eyebrow two: Oops. Maybe I shouldn't have been so cocky. I didn't say anything. Just sort of had that panicked look in my eye. Vanessa asked me what happened. "Oh, well the good news is that your one eyebrow still looks really great... The bad news.... well... ahem.... you might now have... uh... three eyebrows?"

My bad.

And while it was really really really hilarious, I did feel bad. But on the good side, Vanessa got bangs and learned a new way to style her hair. 

Things That Make My Fiancee Sad

This is my fiancee being happy.
Unlike the other night when he was sad.

The other night I was happily laying in my bed almost asleep when I got a text from my wonderful Fiancee.

The text was : "Sometimes E-Bay makes me sad."

This surprised me. Because I know for a fact that Arron LOVES E-bay. Loves it like I love Dr. Quinn. I mean I could live with out it, but why would I want to? Same with his love of E-Bay. Living in a small town makes shopping difficult and so we buy a lot of things we need or want online just because of the remoteness/lack-of-all-stores in this town. Plus E-bay has amazing things and amazing deals!

So I was surprised when he was so disappointed and sad about E-bay. I naturally asked why. 

Turns out Arron was looking to buy some motorcycle gear, specifically leather pants. He typed in "Leather Chaps" and was rewarded with slightly traumatizing photos of "black, bum-less (only it didn't say bum), gay, leather, chaps" 

Arron was gracious enough to send me the exact photo that came up.
I will spare you the image though, because I (unlike Arron) care what you view before bedtime.

Moral of the story: be very specific with your search words when looking for things online. 

A Lofty Goal

It all started last year when I was thinking I was fit and healthy and doing pretty good fitness-wise. And I thought to myself, "Nikki, you should join a team sport." I never actually got around to it because after I said that to myself I realized a few things.

1. I suck at sports. All of them.
2. I'm not a very good "team player" as they say.
3. I really am no good at sports.
4. I have never been on a sports team. Other than T-ball when I was 6. Seriously never.  Because I am bad at sports and I never made the cut and eventually stopped trying.

Well anyways, last summer I enjoyed watching Arron play baseball with his team and I noticed that a few of the people on the team were... well.... mediocre players. And I thought to myself, "Ok Nikki, you probably aren't any worse than those players. You could do this!"  So all winter I pumped myself up to join Arron's team.

So I joined it. And I made myself one lofty goal. "To not be the worst one on the team."

Yup. I set very high standards for myself this season. And so far I either meet them, OR if I'm completely honest, I at least tie for worst which means I'm not the actual worst all by myself.

I'm glad I can laugh at myself and still participate. And I am being hard on myself because I don't like sucking at things. I like being good/awesome/the best at whatever I try (oldest child, type-a personality right here).  And truthfully Arron says I'm not that bad. He said, and I quote, "You were surprisingly average .... for a girl." But he loves me and wants to marry me so he has to say nice romantic things like that.

Anyways, I'll keep trying and learning and hopefully get to be third worst or something. That would be exiting!