Cardiogirl: 19% body fat 100% fun

Over at Debo Hobo Dot Com there are a list of blogs to check out (mine is one of them, thanks Debo!) and I clicked on The View of the All Seeing Eye. Over there you can watch a clip from The Carol Burnett show called Mr. Tudball needs a secretary. If you grew up in the 70s watching The Carol Burnett Show you owe it to yourself to check this youtube video out at the All Seeing Eye’s site. Brilliant! And it has a couple bloopers where they swear. And we all know watching Vicki Lawrence, Tim Conway and Carol Burnett swear is comedy gold, baby!

Alright, that’s not what today’s post is about but I got sidetracked early on and had to share that. I LOVED Mrs. Wiggins. And I never knew her first name was Wanda. That’s my mom’s name, you know when I’m not referring to her as Cardiogirl’s mom.

Here’s today’s actual topic. A couple of days ago I was using my beloved Tweeze catching some errant hairs. I think this could be classified as Round Three. I was focusing on my legs, but I have to say working on my underarms (which is also in Round Three) has become so much easier. No ice pack necessary. No Lanacane required.

I know there are naysayers in the group, and that’s fine. This is working for me quite well and I’d rather do a quick swipe with the Tweeze than brandish a sharp Bic razor. And the hair that is coming back is very weak and feeble. Yeah that’s right. It’s much thinner and the root doesn’t have the ability to hold nearly as tight as it used to.

I feel victorious.

Back to my legs. Sometime last week I was buzzing away and Katie told me she cannot stand the sound of the Tweeze. She calls it my “little lawnmower,” as in “When are you going to be done with your little lawnmower, Mom?!”

So then I had to ask Mr. C, what do you think of the noise the Tweeze makes? He said he can’t stand it. I was surprised.

Next I asked Allison. She’s so easy-going, she said she didn’t mind it. Emily just gave me a smile when I tried to ask her.

Now I do have a thing about hearing noises. I don’t really mind it if I can see the object making the noise. But a truck idling outside, just out of my line of vision, is enough to make me go insane. I frequently run about the house, window to window, trying to get a better view of what is making that noise?!

It doesn’t really make it better if I am actually able to identify that the noise is coming from the brown UPS truck five houses down. It’s still really annoying and I can’t wait for it to stop. But it’s not nearly as agitating as it is when I cannot locate the source of the noise.

I know Kathy can relate to this.

Back to my legs. I spent a lot of time that day working on my legs. That day, being the day I learned Mr. C and Katie don’t like the buzz that the Tweeze emits. I spent so much time using the Tweeze my right arm and wrist hurt. I’m not kidding. I felt like the carpal tunnel I experienced during my pregnancies was coming back. I was surprised, because I didn’t think I spent that much time working on my legs.

But I guess my arm doesn’t lie.

Since I needed a break, I set the Tweeze on the coffee table and went to the computer, because everyone knows typing on a keyboard and using a mouse are relaxants when it comes to carpal tunnel, right? After a couple of minutes at the computer I heard a high-pitched buzz for about 20 seconds, then it stopped.

This continued about five or six times at different intervals for different lengths of time. I yelled to Mr. C in the living room, “What’s that noise?”

“Your Tweeze.”

“What?”

“Come. See,” was his answer.

I walked from the computer to the living room to see Emily sitting in Mr. C’s lap holding the Tweeze. Every so often she would turn it on, swipe at her outstretched legs for a couple of seconds, making a sweeping path of her calf and shin, and then turn the Tweeze off and smile at me.

During her break, she watched a minute of TV and then it was back to work. She turned the Tweeze on, swiped at her legs a bit and turned the switch off. When she was done with her routine she would look at me and give a winning smile.

I had to laugh my head off. Do you think I use the Tweeze often around my 2-year-old?

And just for the record, the buzz of the Tweeze — when you’re not in control of it — really is enough to drive one insane.

Point taken.

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