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Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Happiness comes in the form of an email and really large hair

Got a "please for the love of God, help me" email from my step-mom about a gift she needs for a friend of hers. Um, I am working 10 hours a day, SM, so I shall send out slave boy, I mean, hubs to go get. (Note to self - not slave boy) However, she did throw in there that Pops is home and looking good. The surgeon is even talking about maybe gutting my dad like a fish and extracting some of that, Cancer the bitch. (Hereinafter always referred to as CTB.) That is good, people. A surgeon who does not wanna cut you open may as well just say "Yep, not worth my time because he/she is a goner." Sad but true.

In light of TKW's post yesterday of suburban parties and then today's post about beauty rituals, I have a humdinger of a post that I will try my hardest to do tomorrow. I do not think I ever posted about this chapter of my life and I do believe it will shatter, SHATTER, any thoughts y'all had of me. It would probably also make all of you rethink any future invitations to Blogger Blowouts. I have just two sentences for you.

I was a Mary Kay representative.

I sang the Mary Kay song of "I've got that Mary Kay feeling...down in my heart...down in my heart..." complete with hand gestures with as much feeling as I could muster with 47 pounds of make up on and my hair schlacked to within an inch of its life.

Chew on that while I finish working.

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Elizabeth at 9:49 AM



at 10:25 AM Blogger Cheeky said...

First Bitches

at 10:26 AM Blogger Cheeky said...

I was suckered into the whole Mary Kay thing too....back in the early 90's....big big mistake.....

at 11:00 AM Blogger Tammy said...

While did Mary Kay too!! Just to get the discounts really. I've also done a toy business, arbonne, you mention it, I've tried it.

I, for, one wish you would accept a Blogger Blowout invitation and get your ass to Texas! :)

at 11:01 AM Blogger Tammy said...

Shit. I started a comment and changed it, now it sounds stupid. What i menat to say was

"I did Mary Kay too!!"

at 11:47 AM Blogger Pissy Britches said...

Glad to hear the news about yo' Daddy.

My friend Puss In Boots sells Mary Kay.
I can't wear it though cuz it breaks my shit all out.
I heart you.

at 2:35 PM Blogger Zen Master said...

I confess! I was an Avon rep in my late teens. I don't even wear makeup.

But for real? There's a Mary Kay song with hand gestures?

at 3:08 PM Blogger Dixie said...

A Mary Kay song? Really? Do they have a secret hand shake too?

I love Mary Kay's foundation. Real good at covering the post baby zit farm I now have!

at 7:19 PM Blogger Lori said...

Holey moley, SFG's deep, dark secret comes out.

at 9:54 PM Blogger The Kept Woman said...

Holy hell you were not.

I'll admit something on my site tomorrow too then.

I think I *might* have you beat.

at 7:58 AM Blogger Sheri & SuZan said...

Good news about Dad!

Hehehe.....Mary Kay & SFG; Now that is something that would great to see!


at 11:57 AM Blogger Shell said...

Did we invite you to the blowout? I'll have to confer with Carrie and see if that still stands.

I break out with that MK crap too.

We need pics. You must have pics of your MK days. I wanna see the big hair and globs of make-up.


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