A Day That Was Meant To Be Blogged About

Back in early September, I had real pickle of a day. I meant to blog about it but never got around to it.

I had recently ventured into the DIY below the belt waxing. I have had so many experiences with it, I figured it can't be that hard.

So I bought some wax, and started doing it myself. I was heading down to visit my grandpa with Aaron and I knew we would be swimming so I had some maintenance to do.

I had brought my wax with me to my dad's and went to heat it up. I heated it up in the microwave with the lid on because it was stuck. In the past when the lid was stuck it came off after I heated it up. So I heated it, and heated it. And heated it again.

There was no way in hell that bad boy was coming off.

So I did the next best thing. I called the spa up at the mall by my dad's and made an appointment.

Complete with Aaron.

The receptionist offered to watch him while I went to the waxing room but I declined. There was no way in hell he would be complacent with me being behind closed doors. So I wheeled the stroller in gave him a bottle and some toys and pointed him away from me.

He wasn't too thrilled about this, but allowed me to get my nether regions maintained without too much fuss.

When all was said and done I went to pay.

But I realized that my dad had my debit card.

Shit!

I had given it to him the night before to pick up something for Aaron and had forgotten to get it back.

This was not good. I felt like an idiot as I explained that my dad had my debit card and I had no other means of payment and that I had to drive to his work to pick it up. Now his work isn't that far away, but I felt like a douche none the less.

I left the receptionist my drivers license as collateral and proceeded to run to the car. I got Aaron settled in his car seat and folded up the stroller and put it in my trunk. When I went to close my trunk it wouldn't close.

Shit!

I tried to close my trunk over and over but to no avail, the bugger wasn't closing.

Shit!

Here I am without my license and a trunk that won't close and needing to make a payment for services rendered.

You can imagine how flustered and anxious I was.

There was no way in hell I was driving down a highway to my dad's work with my trunk flapping open. That's just begging to get pulled over.

I needed something to tie it down, but I had nothing to do so with nor any money to buy something with I was in a predicament.

I then remembered that my dad had bungee cords. It's only a few blocks from the mall to his place. I wasn't concerned over driving a few blocks on city streets with my trunk flapping open.

I made it to my dad's with only one person telling me that my trunk was open.

When I got there, I couldn't find the bungee cord.

Shit!

I called him in a panic and he told me they were outside with his bike rack. Duh.

So I tied down the trunk as best as I could with his bungee cord and proceeded to his work with with trunk still flapping, making a thunk every time I hit a bump praying I didn't get pulled over as I didn't have my license on me.

Being pulled over would've been the icing on the freaking cake. I was half expecting it.

I got my license and back to the mall to pay for my waxing without incident.

In the course of an hour, I couldn't get the lid off my wax, pay for my waxing, nor close my trunk.

I called a friend to relay my horrific morning to her and she said "Why didn't you soak the wax in hot water? That's what I do when can't get the lid off."

Shit!

Thoughts?

What thoughts come to mind when you see this picture?

Did You Know....

Aaron, the cat and I are over at my dad's this week. We'll be staying for a week or so. This trip was planned prior to things going down with Eric and I. I've been immersing myself in activities with my girls and taking advantage of the free baby sitting. I just gotta say it feels great! Tonight we went to the mall and grabbed a bite to eat. Tomorrow we may or may not be hitting a gay night club.

Two of my girls are with the times and have iPhones. As much as I have been resisting the iPhone part of me wants one now based on one app alone. Did you know there is an app for your PERIOD? (Sorry guys) I was blown away as my friend showed me how you put in your date, and it will tell you when you should bleed and for how long, your most fertile days and when you ovulate. It even has a spot to put in if you have been intimate. Which is a great feature for the women on Maury who don't know who their baby daddy is.

I can see it know. Tawanda will be telling her story to Maury and she will say ``But my iPhone said I was ovulating on X date so I just know that Tyrell is the father and not Joey`` And then when the the results are in and Maury looks at Joey ans says `When it comes to the paternity of Baby X, Joey YOU ARE THE FATHER!` Tawanda will go screaming off the stage in tears `But my iPhone said....`

I assume the maker of the app has a disclaimer otherwise I can see them getting sued.

I gotta get me one of them iPhones. Hell even my dad got one. I may be taking over his contract and he may be taking over my cell as he is technically illiterate and him and the iPhone don`t jive to well. Then I will know who my next baby daddy is.