Blog about that!

A conversation that took place between my sister, Amesie-laa and I on Skype.

Amesie-laa will be referred to as A

and I will be referred to as me (that's short for redeemed diva, silly!)

A:I'm folding my clothes.

me:I can see that. I love Skype.

A: As do I. So what's new?

me: Not tons. Busy with my babies, helping Jeep with photography. You'se knows...the usual.

A: How's the blog going?

me: Not bad. I guess. Writing funny is hard. How did we become funny?

A: I think it's from Grandma.

me: I think you're right.

A: The other day I was visiting her and we were looking through photos of her. And she is a 'diva'. You should see her outfits. And I said "Gigi, you are so stylish!" And she says,"Was stylish. I was stylish. Now all they have for women my age is slacks.'

me: ruckus laughter.

A: 'slacks and turtlenecks' she says.

me: (more ruckus laughter) Yes, we got our humour from Grandma.

A: Blog about that!

me: increased ruckus laughter

A: Are you writing this down?

me: I am. I am.

A: I hope so. I'm giving you good material here.

me: I know, I know. Hey, you know what I thought about doing?

A:what?

me: I thought about putting up the clip of the time Sandra Bullock impersonated me.

A: I love Sandy!

me: I love that you say it like you know her.

A: Yeah. I love it that you think she impersonated you. You know who could play you? Peter Gabriel would do a good job. (Peter Gabriel is the guy with the thick eyebrows in the film "While You were Sleeping' click here)

me:I’m gonna cry! You are so mean to me.

A: Blog about that. And then link to that post about your eyebrows.

me: The No Wax Revolution? I could do that.

A: You know what's revolutionary? I mean. REV.o.LUTttttttion.ary.

me: No clue.

A: Avocado and scrambed eggs. Oh yeah. I'm going to go make some later.

me: That sounds good. I need a new thing for my avocados. A girl can only eat so much guacamole.

A: You mean 'guacamole'. Say it properly: Walk-a-mole-lay

me: Walk-a-mole-lay

A: Yeah. Bobby Flay's wife is really BIG on saying things with the correct pronunciation.

me: Good to know.

A: It's why we say 'hal-a-peen-yo' pepper and not 'ja-lop-e-no'

me: Jalapeno.

A: Jalepeno!

me:Jalapeno!

A: blog about that! Hey, you know what you can blog about?

me: What?

A: My neighbours.

me: You want me to blog about your neighbours?

A: yeah. Here's why. There's these new guys who live upstairs. Let me tell you, you don’t know how good you have it until your old neighbours are gone.

me: Too true

A:Anyway, I came home one night and the house smelled like cigarettes and maryjane. I shoulda known. I saw one of my neighbours friends last night. He was a total pot head and I thought "Well, that’s just ducky!!!!" I work for the police, for crying out loud.

me: That's an outrage! What ever happened to the simple days of  wearing turtle neck and slacks?

A: I know.Blog about that!

The No Wax Revolution

I've had a tenuous relationship with facial hair waxing, Dr. Psychiatrist. I believe the reasons are deeply rooted in my past.

When I was a child, I remember watching my Grandma never getting dressed until she "put her eyebrows on." She had very little eyebrow hair.

And my mom use to pluck her chin hairs and sigh heavily as though wishing one day it would all end, but knowing it wouldn't.

My Grandmother never grew leg hair. I didn't get her genes. I got my Dad's. His hairy legs and his blackish coloured hair.

When I was a teenager I was driving a little boy to school for a friend. The sun was shining through the windshield, and we were smiling at each other.

Then he looked at me and said, "How come you have a mustache?"

When I was working in television as a producer, we needed a segment with a new on-air host.

Now, I was currently growing out my eyebrows. Which means, my last experience at a beauty parlor was a 20-minute grueling session of hearing the wax eyebrow-artist say "omigod" and "wow" over 100 times as she tried to groom my eyebrows. Those words by were followed by her bringing over other hair stylists because "You've got to see her eyebrows. They are poker straight". Then she used the scissors--yes, scissors-- on my eyebrows!!!

(Ok, they were small eyebrow-sized scissors. But still.)

So needless to say, I was growing them out and avoiding getting them re-done.

At work, we decided that I should do the new 2 minute segment. In the meeting with my team I said, "Thanks. That's great."

Then a friend piped up, "But wax your eyebrows before you tape anything, ok?"

My other friend, "Defintely."

The only man in the room squinted his eyes and studied my eyebrows. And let out a slow, "yeahhhh. Do that."

Well, I have found a good wax lady now. She's my best friend for $17 every six weeks.

But lately I've decided to come up with a new solution.

A revolution, if you will...Join me, friends.

We could change the world with this, could we not?