Ouch! Ouch!

That's how I like them...nice, smooth & clean shaven

Hair removal for women is not a walk in the park there are so many promises of pain free hair removal, but nah who are we kidding when we say it’s not sore. 

My under arm has been waxed since my late teens so it’s used to it by now. But the brazilian?!!

I have to do it, I have adopted that motto “good girls wax floors, bad girls wax their bikini line or they do a brazilian.” When that first RRRIP comes...you try to stay calm, conscience and breathe, you pant and hold your breath for the next big RRRIP!!

The funny thing is my lady (I call her Inga, it sounds large and mean and nasty but her real name is Linda and she is actually petit) she keeps saying it’s not sore, the worst is over. Ya right! Ya think!? Come here let me do yours.
Why I endure this pain repeatedly I don’t know.

I’m a real hair fighting champion so I keep going back, what a winner!  The truth is I really hate beards and hairy men (and women). The kind that shave all the way to their collar bones, the ones that have to wear long sleeves and it creeps from under the shirt cuff, or the ones that have these carpets on their back.  Yuk, I’m cringing at the thought, honestly.

So when the boys were old enough to understand, since about five or maybe two :) I have been telling them 'if you are hairy when you grow up you’ll be going for a wax.'  It’s that simple. And in the days of fashionable, modern men that have manicures and facials and wear pink and they still manage look mucho - what’s a wax? It’s just a another thing they have to do to look good.  Sportsmen also wax or do whatever it takes to remove hair for the sake of sports...

So where am I going with all of this? 

Poor poor Tigs, he has more than he needs and I’ve kind of been hoping that he’d grow into it.  He cycles and has been toying with the idea of shaving.  I’ve been tempting him to wax (better option). I won the battle today!  We went for our first wax!

Men are tough, they can hunt, shoot, build and chop, they go for tattoos  - but they are sissies on that bed. My poor child was not cut out for it. Inga was immune to his moans, a ruthless perfectionist making sure every single hair was removed.

Tigs yelped, had a seizure, was shaking, terror in his eyes, foaming and pinching me. He groaned in different languages and his voice changed a few times. 

He has PTSD = Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder! He came home with some kind of tic!

I know that if he does this a few more times it will weaken the hair and lessen it a bit, making him less hairy.  But I have a feeling he won’t be going back anytime soon, his memory will not allow it.
And then what am I and Inga going to do for fun? Oh I suppose we will go back to me and my brazilian.

He won't allow me to facebook about this experience but he doesn't know I'm blogging about it, it's my revenge, for those sleepless nights he gave me when he was just a baby...ha ha. He says he looks like a girl, people are stupid if they keep going back to do this, I think it looks clean and he has awesome legs, good muscle definition, but I am a bit biased....

Men need to feel a bit of pain once in their lives. It's good for them, builds character. 
Now what can I do to Moo so they are equal? 
I'm feeling a bit like an evil mom today...but that won't last long, it too shall pass.
xxx

Faith

Imagine you have a little boy and he is playing outside and hurts himself and instead of running to you he runs out of the garden over the wall and off he goes to the next door neighbor...


We run and scatter in all different directions all over the place instead of running to the one person that can save us.  That is what I do too, it's my cousin, my friends, work colleagues, the doctor everyone I can think of first, and lastly Jesus.


Why do we do it, when we know we should go to Him first?


Faith is reliance and trust.  Faith is a spiritual substance which resides in the believer's mind.  The opposite of faith is doubt.  Doubt is also a substance with enormous power.  
To have Faith is to have Obedience, Honesty, Reliability, Humility, Fearlessness and Power.  Faith brings salvation and brings answers to prayers. 

Quote from EGW _  Education, page 253

"Faith is trusting God — believing that He loves us and knows best what is for our good. Thus, instead of our own, it leads us to choose His way. In place of our ignorance, it accepts His wisdom; in place of our weakness, His strength; in place of our sinfulness, His righteousness. Our lives, ourselves, are already His; faith acknowledges His ownership and accepts its blessing."

...you need to have more faith Paula....

Remembering

A lot of people have passed away and left us too early while some get to live a full and longer life.  Either way we are always saddened when we loose them and always wish they'd stayed a little longer...

We remember them all the time...in the morning when we wake and in the evening.
We remember them when we look up at the stars or stare at a sunset, when we hear a song, or on a special day.  We remember them when we smell or taste something familiar and delicious. 

This week I have remembered a special person, she is my gran.  She's rememberd for always being a friend to the youth and for her faith and her love for God.



Dec 2007 - Anerley



Vó Escorcio passed away at the age of 90 this past weekend.  There are certain things that have reminded me of her.  Someone that I grew up calling vó or vóvó Escorcio, she was my 'adopted' grandmother.  We were in the same church and choir since I was a teen, we sang the same voice!  We both loved 'Turn your eyes upon Jesus' sang by her son of course no one else...it was one of our favorites. 

She had lunch with us many many Sabbaths.  And while remembering her this week I have found some gifts in my house that she gave me and they have made me smile.  Simple things that she made or crocheted.  

I'm going to share one of those 'gifts' with you - a recipe.  She made this often when she came over for lunch.  Vó gave me the recipe twice over the phone and every time I made it, it came out wobbly, always a mess!  I teased her that she gave me the wrong quantities so that I would never get it right.

  

One year for my birthday and another lunch together she made the tart and wrote it out for me.  She calls it the 'impossible tart' because of the difficulty I always had in getting it right.  But the recipe name is 'coconut tart'.  Try it out it's absolutley delicious.



4 eggs, 2 table spoons of margarine, 1 cup of sugar, 1/2 cup of self raising flour,
3/4 cup of coconut, 500ml of milk, 1 teaspoon of vanilla essence.
Whisk everything together and pour in tart dish.
Bake at 170 for + - 45 minutes.  Bom Apetite!





Dec 2008

 Vó, so many people miss her already, she will never be forgotten, I know she is resting in the Lord waiting for him to wake her some day.  R.I.P. dear vó.

"I can lie down and sleep soundly becuase you, LORD, will keep me safe."  Psalm 4:8

One of my favorites

I love Jacaranda trees.  
And this is my prized possession - a painting by Francois Badenhorst.  It stands proudly in my lounge where all visitors can admire it.

And so of course I have painted jacarandas too...here is the photo used...

and here is my painting...I know it does not do the photo and the real tree justice, but it is one of my favorite paintings.  Can't wait for this years season so I can take more photos and start a new purple blue painting.  


I am proud of my first jacaranda tree painting.

A friend of the wind, you sway and bend, the blue Jacaranda, more lilac than blue...
I love you