Mind Your Business

It's my day off. I'm drinking a glass of wine before 5 pm and the only thing on my mind is how people can't mind their own business.

Okay, I confess.. I can't get a little "ohhh.. what happened?" .. and "wow.. she really said that?" . Yeah. I do that from time to time. But there is something about someone who likes to put their opinion where its not needed that really bothers me.

I'm engaged to my best friend. He is seriously the best thing and whenever I see him, think of him, hear about him - I get all happy and googily eyed. It's sickening, in the best way possible. And yes, I'm only 24. A baby some would say. And recently, I've been hearing a lot of -

"Wow girl, you're way too young to get married."

"Don't do it! You're such a baby." 

"You have your whole twenties in front of you to experience. Why would you want to get married?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

What. The. F. 

Talk about putting a damper on a super exciting time in my life. 

These are real questions people have asked me in the two months I've been engaged.

I get it - marriage is work. You have to put time, effort, everything you've got to make it work. I get that. But the constant questioning of my decision to get married to the man I love has got to stop.

Don't put your marriage hardships on me. Please.

And if you're one of those people to ask those questions up there - please think before you talk. You could very well be discouraging a really good thing.

Thank you.

"If it's who ya love, than it's who ya love. You can't make yourself stop dreamin who you're dreamin of" - John Mayer

The Most Incredible Feeling..

The love of my life asked me to marry him.

Yes. MARRY HIM.

4th of July, fireworks were going off, a couple of our close friends around us... and there I was thinking we were just taking a fun picture under the fireworks.

 Little did I know... Pj wanted more than a picture. 

{He planned this engagement awhile ago. He got my ring awhile ago. He got my family's blessing awhile ago. He had this all thought out. And I knew nothing...} 

So back to the photo... As we are standing there, hugging and smiling at each other, I remember Pj talking to me and saying how much he loves me. Then something crazy happened..

He stepped back, with my hands in his, and looked at me with this look that I've never seen before. It made my heart beat fast, and my stomach turn (in a good way)..

then it happened. He got down on his knee and asked if I would spend the rest of my life with him.

Tears, tears and more tears. 

I said, "Of course!" and continued to cry. 

It was so beautiful. It was perfect.

He was so handsome when he asked... so sweet, and so in love. 

My heart has been nothing but happy. 

Engaged. So crazy. So fun. And I'm soaking it all in! 

Life Changes.

I spent the majority of my life in Seattle. A little more than majority, I guess.

In the recent months, my parents have been making some serious plans to move to Arizona. Yep. Replacing our beautiful NW weather, for the dry-retirement aged friendly weather. 

And it's making me super sad. 

Maybe it's because my family is super close and I've never imagined anyone moving away.. permanently. I've never imagined my childhood home going for sale, soon to end up in a stranger's possession. Never in my life have I dreamt that. 

This past week I spent some time in the Phoenix area with my family - my parents were scoping out different cities they might want to move to... and they fell in love. (that's what i didn't want to happen) They haven't made any major plans to move down... they haven't gone crazy and sold our house yet.. but the chance that it could all happen in the near future scares me. I'm not gonna lie though - I would be one happy camper if I could get away from the Seattle cold come winter, and hang out with the parents in Arizona. But still... this is all so... new, sad, unnerving, scary, exciting, etc. .. for me. So many different feelings are going into this big life change that may be happening in my family. 

I just had to put that out there.

My Career Has Made Me An Alcoholic.

Ok. Not really. But I can't tell you how many times I've gotten home after a long day & poured myself a drink.

... So wait, does that make me an alcoholic? 

A lot of you already know what I do, but to put it plainly - I sugar (another form of hair removal) vaginas... all...day...long. About 18 of them. Some of them are my regular clients, and some of them are new clients to the spa, and some of them are brazilian virgins. 

With this being said, I come across a lot of different people from all walks of life, from all shapes, and all sizes - and some people more difficult than others. Nothing, and I mean nothing, surprises me anymore. I've seen it all. I've heard it all. I've smelled it all. 

I've learned a lot about how I should be as a customer/client. As I am with clients all day long, I pick up on certain habits people have grown to embrace.

There's the "You're here for me" client.

The "I'm always 10 minutes late but it doesn't matter because everyone runs on my schedule" client.

The "I don't want to engage in conversation with you because after all, you just wax vaginas" client.

The "You've had to be all up in my stinky vagina for 30 mins but I'm going to tip you $2 off a $68 service" client.

...Needless to say, there are a lot of different client and customer types. Some more stressful than others. And most days, I have a good mix of all types. 

Hence, where the drinking comes in.

A glass of wine, a margarita, a hard lemonade ... and time spent with my man, help me relax from a day full of people with different personalities. 

Most days, by 4 pm - I feel crazy. 

By 730, when I'm home - I feel less crazy, and more... wine filled. 

It's nice.

Being an Aunty is the best

My siblings have given me some pretty cute nieces and nephews. So grateful to be their Aunty! 

Travel Bug

I am currently suffering from the "I need to get on a plane & go somewhere exotic" bug. 

....Wait... I always suffer from that. 

I guess what I'm saying is, it's time for a big trip. I've been doing my research and I stumbled across Puglia, Italy. It's the boot of Italy's heel & from what I have read, it's tourist-free. Yes! 

I don't know about you, but I hate feeling like a tourist when I travel. When I'm somewhere, I want to eat what the people eat, do what the people do and live where they live. 

Here are some pictures I stole:

Take me there!!!