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.

Blonde?

I started a group on Facebook. If 1,000 people join the group I will go

BLONDE

I thought it would be fun if I went blonde just for a kick, and then decided to see how many people would encourage me. Who knows if it'll work, but it'll be fun to see! If you want to join the group you can go here.

I'll keep you posted!

I Gotta Feeling...That This Week's Gonna Be A Good Week!

Here's what's been shakin' as of late:

So about a month ago Bob and I noticed that parts of our wall in our bedroom were splitting. We alerted our landlord, and we come to find out that water is seeping through the wall. Uh-oh. Thankfully our great landlords were willing to fix it. After thinking that only part of the wall would need to be removed it turned out that entire thing had to go. So after a week of their hard, diligent work, the wall is fixed! We even had a fun little sleepover in the living room on the couch cushions while waiting for the new paint to dry. Seriously, though, our couches are awesome. We both slept like babies, and didn't want to wake up on Saturday. I like sleepovers :)

 Anywho, so the room went from white to a beautiful beige and it looks AMAZING! Bob and I were able to clean and reorganize during the fix, as well as put up some pictures, and our room feels cozier than ever!

 

SO HAPPY!

 

Also, we talked Bob's brother, Isaiah, into swapping us beds (we convinced him with the fact that our Full has a memory foam top layer). So sometime in the next week or so we are getting a Queen bed! I can't wait!

Things just keep getting better and better in the Neve household. In other news:

The other day I showered shortly before bed and decided to curl my hair. Bob's cute mom gave me some sponge rollers for our wedding after I'd mentioned how much I liked them when I was younger. So after doing the washing, I rolled my damp hair into the curlers. I wanted the rollers to stay in all night because my hair is still fairly short, so I rolled them good n' tight. Upon waking up the next morning I took out the curlers to see this awesome sight:

Little Orphan Annie, is that you?!

Clearly I rolled my hair a bit too tight. Yeah... I was laughing so hard that Bob had to pick me up off the bathroom floor. I still lose it everytime I see that picture. I think it'll be a little while before I curl my hair again. Or at least I'll make sure to roll them looser next time. I especially love how in the second pic there are some bottom pieces not as curly. It kinda looks like a curly mullet. Those are H-O-T!

Moving on, Little Ginny is definitely a part of the family now. We give her lots of loves (I'll be posting a video of the Ginny massage soon - she loves getting pet and scratched). And we let her out every evening before bed for 30 minutes or so in the bathroom to get her wiggles out. Last night Bob cleaned her cage in the afternoon (her sleep time), and she was tuckered out the rest of the evening. Because of this we didn't bring her out. I came to find out today that last night she kept waking Bob up with her sad squeaks. They kinda sound like an "EEP! EEP!" And according to the Internet (which knows all), if they squeak when you're not near it means they're lonely. Poor Ginny! She woke up from her siesta and Mom and Dad were fast asleep. No shoulder to sit on, and no extra raisins to snarf down. Awe, she likes us lots :)

Bob and I are getting a new car! Well, new-to-us at least! My brother and his wife are selling their 4-dr. Chevy and we've decided to buy it from them. Also, we'll be selling Bob's Saturn to his brother, Isaiah. Wahoo! No more owning 2 of the same cars (both white, manual, 2 dr. 4 seaters). We'll be picking up the car this weekend from my brother who has graciously given us a great price for the car. Thanks you guys!

Once again, SO HAPPY!

So that's about it for now, friends. It might be a couple weeks until the next post. I take the awesome GRE next Friday. Bleh! Soooooo not looking forward to it. I leave you with this cute pic of us newlyweds :)

Seriously?

I've been saying this word quite often to myself lately. It just seems like random things have been happening and "seriously" is the best response.

1st Use:

I was sitting in one of my classes, zoning away from the lecture. My head plopped on my palm, and my eyes slowly drooped for slumber. Before I could be whisked away into partially-sleeping-but-still-kinda-awake-in-case-my-professor-notices-land I detect thin slivers of paper on the floor. Wait, those papers are curved. Wait, those are not pieces of paper at all...are those...I mean, could those possibly be...

Nail Clippings??!?!

SERIOUSLY? Who in the heck decided that class was a good place to trim up their nails? I mean, really! That is just a wee bit disgusting. This person must have been raised in isolation, because you don't clip your nails in public. You just don't. Keep that hygiene in your house, please. I can only imagine what the other students thought as this guy (I'm assuming it's a guy, because women have far greater class than dudes) whipped out his nail clippers and started snipping away. I think my bluntness would have given him a crusty look and then said something like, "Seriously, dude? Can you keep the clipping to your private life? I'd really not have your shards of nail in my granola bar." Sheesh!

2nd Use:

Priscilla finds herself at WalMart (I know, I know! But I went there to see if their optical center was still open. It's now a Subway). As I'm looking at cheap shampoos, and smelling my way to a headache, an old man walks up to me and asks where we keep the batteries for hearing aids.

SERIOUSLY? How in the world do I stand out from the other brainwashed WalMart shoppers as being an employee? Do you see me wearing the smock? Do I have a nametag asking you in a ominously friendly way if I May Help You? NO! Bob suggested the solution, "But you're wearing a blue shirt." Psh. Yeah. A BABY blue shirt.

So there you have it. Apparantly I look like a WalMart employee. I bought the shampoo. And a Milky Way. Why don't I feel better?

Ginny Chinny

I want a dog. Really bad. I've had a dog in my life at all times since I was two and living without one makes me sad. Very sad. I mainly want a Golden Retriever. Big dogs are my favorite, and when they're furry and energetic it is a match made in heaven. I mean, just look at this and tell me you don't want to cuddle up with it and love it forever:

All together now. Ooohhhhhhh!!!!!

But our landlord won't let us have a dog.

Or a cat.

Or even a bunny!

Allergies. Suck.

Especially when the backyard is HUGE and perfect for a little ball of fluff to frolic and fetch.

But alas, the answer is still no.

I'm having fur withdrawals. I need to pet something! I need to watch something jump around. I need to love an animal other than my husband!

Introducing:

GINNY the CHINNY!

(This actually isn't a real picture of her, but they all kinda look the same. Ginny has a little bite taken out of her right ear probably caused by a sibling argument.)

Miss Ginny is a 3 year old chinchilla. She is super soft and quite the character. Chinchillas are prey animals and take a while to trust new owners. It'll be a while before she lets us hold her. Sad day. But other than that, she is a funny little creature who loves raisins, being pet behind those big ears, and taking dust baths. The only problem with this little critter:

These bad boys.

Ginny is a rodent and her teeth will continue to grow her entire life. Therefore, she gnaws. On everything. We let her out last night while watching a movie (after Ginny-proofing the living room of course) and her path of destruction included: Futurama DVD, my GRE book, the X-Box remote, and our filing cabinet.

Seriously, Gin? The world is not for you to grind your teeth on.

Time to get her some chew toys. And maybe a wheel to run on so she doesn't go crazy when we let her out every night. I was thinking last night how a dog would be so much better than our little destructive chin but then thought of this:

And especially this...

Oh the destruction of a puppy! Even grown dogs get bored and decide that an innocent rug is suddenly an enemy. I'm starting to think that a little nibble taken out of my book is nothing to finding a new puppy has discovered the trash.

So we're happy, and now a family of three. I'm sure we'll have many an adventure with out new Ginny, and I can't wait to share it all with you. And maybe someday I can come home to a snugly, puffy, wonderful dog of my own.