Last night, V-Dizzle busted out his high tech computer skills and turned
www.mishlovinlife.blogspot.com
into
www.mishlovinlife.com
Zeus knows I don't know how to do those things,
so for that, I am extremely grateful.
Thanks, Boo...you da best!
I now feel like I'm legit.......dot com.
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Yesterday I tried to see what all the fuss was over Pinterest.
Because apparently I'm the last person on Earth to jump on that bandwagon. So let me get this straight.
It's a site for strictly pictures.
And then you can "re-pin" the pictures? And then what?
Am I missing something?
Because the only thing that came out of that web peruse was me wanting to buy a bunch of things like:
This $237 bag from Boticca.
How do I know it's $237?
Because the raging Shopaholic in me immediately went to their site to purchase said bag
only to quickly realize that they're sold out.
So you see?
I'm having a hard time trying to figure out how a site full of pretty things
can be good for someone like me.
Someone with zero willpower when it comes to purchasing new things.
And friends, I am very good at justifying my "need" for almost anything.
Anyway.
Enlighten me.
Maybe I'm just not understanding it.
I hope you all have a fantastic weekend.
Anyone want to run 14 miles with me and The Dizz?
'Cause that's what we'll be doing.
Be jealous.
Chucky:You know, Jackie Chan's manager is one of my good friends.
Check me out on YouTube.
I'm doing some big things.
Big Things!
Check it out.....
Chucky then proceeds to push a grocery cart away and Mish is left there smiling and dumbfounded.
Fast forward to Mish in aisle 7, perusing the different spices.
Chucky, with Ninja like motions, quickly walks by while trying to convey once more his status:
Chucky: I'm also working with Will Smith...
And with those words, Chucky disappears once more....never to be seen again.
And that, my friends, was my Monday afternoon at the grocery store.
The End.
I got a lot of questions yesterday when I posted this gem of a picture
(and when I say a lot, I really mean three).
Yesterday, I went in for another laser hair removal treatment over at Dermacare.
For my pits. Or my underarms for you classy folk.
This was my 5th treatment; one more to go.
Thought I'd share with you a little 411 on my experience thus far.
Price:
I recommend only doing it if you can find a Groupon.
Which nowadays, you can find just about every week.
It was only $99 for me.
Without the Groupon, I've seen it cost anywhere from $400+ depending on the area.
Which, in by book, is not worth that.
Pain Levels:
Visit 1: I could barely feel a thing! Sort of like a rubber band snap every now and then.
Visit 2: Hurt like a MOTHER.
I'm talking deep, sharp, stab-you-in-the-armpit-with-a-knife kind of pain. Visit 3, 4, & 5: They offered to ice them prior, which helped a lot!
(Where was this offer for visit 1 & 2?!)
Time:
Each visit literally takes about 60 seconds of actual laser time.
{So even if it does hurt, it's a very short amount of time}
Length of time between each visit is 6-8 weeks.
So you're looking at about 7-9 months from start to finish.
Results:
You'll notice a change after the first visit, so that's a plus.
After 5 visits, I'm only having to shave about 1-2 times/week.
And even then, there really isn't much to shave. However, even after all visits, unfortunately hair does eventually grow back (though thinner).
Maybe I just have some super human strength hair,
but this is the second time that I'm doing this,
so clearly my hair grew back after that first go around.
Last Thoughts:
Do I think it's worth it? Only if you can find yourself a discount.
If not, I personally don't think it's worth the full price they're charging.
I've only done the armpit area, so I'm curious to know what it's like for other areas.
{Let me know if you've done this and what your experience was!}
I wish I had the cash flow (and pain tolerance) for everything under my eyes.
Everything but the head and eyebrows just seems highly unnecessary.
Am I right??
And that's all.
I'm sure your lives are much more complete knowing about my armpits.
You're welcome.