Only Me

Yet another unfortunate event that would only happen to me:

My sister called me last week to ask if I wanted to get my eyebrows waxed with her. I never turn down a good bit of pampering so we made an appointment at our favorite spa. Later that evening we walked into the peaceful atmosphere of the Sego Lily Spa to receive our newly quaffed brows. I grabbed a quick mug of hot cider before being called to the room, and as my 'therapist' escorted me back, I took a quick sip of the cider. HOLY HELL IT WAS HOT! I burned my tongue soooo bad. And of course the lady asked me a question afterwards with me unable to talk. Nice.

So she begins to tweeze, trim, and wax my brows while I'm trying to keep my tongue from touching the roof of my mouth (owie!). The waxing hurts as usual, but my skin feels especially tender after she's done. Oh well, it happens when you rip hair out of your skin. So I head home with my ruby red eyebrows blazing for all the world to see. I get home, show my beautiful eyebrows to The Bob and kinda forget about the whole ordeal.

Upon getting ready for bed (you know, putting on jammies, flossing, brushing teeth, washing the face) I notice that right under my brows the skin is really raw and tender. And I mean raw! I call at Bob to come in the bathroom to confirm my suspicion. Bob agreed that a thin layer of my skin was ripped off during the waxing. Yikes! So it pretty much looks like this:

I had a wedding shower for my friend Mackenzie the day after (Saturday) and seriously used a ton of makeup to try and camouflage my sad eyelids. It worked fairly well, but not perfectly. So today I'm at school with my now-scarring brows hoping that nobody notices. I'm even wearing my glasses to help make it less noticeable. Sad day.

So needless to say it's going to be a while until I get my eyebrows waxed again. Yes they look great, but I'm not a fan of this ripped-off skin bit. I think next time I'll get them threaded. Keep the look, keep the skin. Good philosophy.

P.S.
On a completely unrelated side-note: The Utah-BYU rivalry game this weekend was horrible to watch. Both teams were playing so dirty, and the refs were definitely one-sided. Not to mention Max Hall's nice commentary on hating everything to do with Utah. In case you missed it it went a little like this:

"I don't like Utah," Hall said. "In fact, I hate them. I hate everything about them. I hate their program, I hate their fans, I hate everything.... I think the whole university, their fans and their organization, is classless. They threw beer on my family and stuff last year, and they did a whole bunch of nasty things, and I don't respect them, and they deserve to lose."

Doesn't saying that the entire school is classless kinda make you classless, Max? Kinda hypocritical if you ask me. I'm a big-time Ute fan, and this comment went way too far. It's pretty sad that Max Hall hates me and all my comrades. Oh well, at least we didn't embarrass our school. My rebuttal to this statement? "You stay classy, Utah!"

I Smell, I Smell, WINTER!

Winter: "You smell me?" (said like Ducky from The Land Before Time)
Me: "Why yes winter, I do indeed smell you. And let me tell you how much I enjoy it. You smell like apple cider, gingerbread cookies, pine trees, and pumpkin pie! And boy, do I love me some pumpkin pie!"

Unreal conversations aside, winter is definitely here! I always have mixed feelings about this season. I love the look of snow; seeing everything blanketed in white is simply gorgeous! I also love sledding, skiing, and playing in the snow. I like getting bundled up on the couch with hot cocoa and a good novel. I especially love how everyone seems just a bit more thankful and giving around this time of year.

Mmm...hot chocolate goodness!

Even though I love all these things, there are still plenty of things about winter that I dislike. I really don't like driving during a white-out. It just scares me. I don't like scraping the ice off my car every morning (but thankfully this year I have a husband who can do it for me!). I don't like falling on my butt while walking to class. I don't like waking up to a cold apartment.
And believe it or not, I'm not the biggest fan of Christmas. I know, I know! Who wouldn't love the one day of the year that we get presents? I'm just not into it. I'm a horrible Christmas shopper. I always wait til the last minute (I'm talking Christmas Eve) to get shopping done. I'm always too worried about finals to focus on my Christmas spirit. I also feel like Christmas ends up way more stressful than it needs to be. I honestly could care less about oodles of presents. I just want a day of relaxation with my family in our jammies watching the 24 hour marathon of A Christmas Story and eating all the candy from our stockings. In fact, I'd love if we took a vacation over Christmas! Oh how much I'd love to spend a day at the beach over the break!

Christmas is just not my thing. I'm sure when I have a family of my own with kiddies I will be more into it, but until then, I think I might just hang out in my bipolar winter wonderland. Love it, hate it, I'm just not sure. Maybe this year will be different. Maybe winter and I will patch things up, make amends, buy each other BFF bracelets (Melinda, this reference is for you). And just maybe I won't be on my way to becoming the next Mrs. Grinch. Maybe.

Wow, That's A Lot of Blush

Story time friends!

To begin, fall is my all-time favorite season. I love everything about it. I love watching the trees change, I love being able to wear my warmer clothes (my cold-weather wardrobe is WAY better than my warm-weather wardrobe). I love going to football games and drinking hot chocolate after a cool day. Me and fall are tight, and we will totally be BFFs forever!

But of all the things about fall, I love those crunchy leaves most of all!

I am the enemy of all fallen leaves, for if one is in my sights I will most definitely crunch it into oblivion. I will even go slightly out of my way to step on a crunchy looking leaf. It is my biggest fall addiction. Hello, my name is Priscilla Neve and I am a lean, mean, leaf-crunching machine.

So here's where the story comes in. I was leaving work yesterday and walking up the stairs outside. To my joy and surprise the sides of the stairs were covered, and I mean COVERED in perfect, brown, dry, crunch leaves. So what did I do? I went on the biggest leaf-demolishing rampage of my life. I jumped, I stomped, I giggled, and boy did it feel good! This was, by far, the best leaf-crunching episode of the fall season. (It's making it on to the blog, for goodness sakes!) Just as I'm reaching the last few heavenly steps, I hear a quiet chortle behind me.

Holy fish sticks, Spongebob! There was a lady behind me that witnessed the entire ordeal. My beautiful moment was ruined! My cheeks turned a lovely shade of crimson (Go Utes!), and I quickly skipped the last steps. Yeah, I was kinda embarrassed. Worst of all, we had to stand next to each other waiting to cross the intersection. She looked at me with a smirk on my face and I couldn't muster up an explanation for my actions. I should have 'fessed up to my addiction. I shouldn't have hidden it from her. I should have finished the job and smashed the life out of those last clumps of leaves. But I didn't. I feel sheepish.

This little event just adds to my week of embarrassment.

Story #2:

I have a coworker named Craig. He's a pretty cool chap and we chilled in the office all summer while working full time. So yeah, we're work chums. I like bugging him, and he tolerates it. Kudos to him.

Now to the story: I was about to leave our office on Monday with backpack and sweater in tow. Craig had left to go to the restroom, and as I saw him approach the door I yelled out, "BOO!"

...Too bad it wasn't Craig passing the office. I was some random, sophisticated-looking man probably in his 50s or so. He came back into view and saw me, shocked and bewildered Cilla, searching for an explanation. My face flared as I responded, "Uhh...sorry about that...I thought you were my coworker coming back into the office and so I tried to scare him, but clearly it wasn't him, so I'm sorry I just randomly hollered at you, and, uh, yeah." He gave me a funky look. A wow-that-was-the-most-random-thing-that-has-ever-happened-to-me look. After a second of this awkwardness he simply responded with, "That's okay, it was pretty funny. Kinda made my day." He then 'turned on his heel' and left. Now I've read this expression before, but never actually witnessed it. Seeing this man turn on his heel made my day, too. I guess it was a mutual day-making experience.

Too bad it had to come at such an embarrassing price. I will definitely identify before I scare next time. I also need to work on that beet-faced thing. It totally gives me away. I could have played it cool had my cheeks not given me away. Right? Right? Of course right.