Saturday, August 9, 2008

X'celle

Ep-i-lation time come on! (to the tune of "Celebration Time")

Everyone who knows me knows that I am better off not handling sharp objects. When I was a child during a blackout at a family dinner, I just about sliced the tip of my thumb off with a butter knife. Shaving as a teen was pretty primeval. I had a strip of scar all down my shin bone- mmmm, pretty! Even now, when I choose to shave, I get at least a few wounds at the knee and ankle.

However, I have discovered the holy grail, the intersection of cheap and effective: epilation instead of shaving! Now, I have heard the horror stories about the Epilady. But the Epilady seems barbaric in comparison to my new toy, the X'celle.

Basically the X'celle is a bunch of little tweezers to pull out body hair (mostly leg, I think). Don't get me wrong, this is no Swedish massage. But it was not horrible, just unpleasant. I didn't need any soap, cream, etc. I didn't cut myself. And I didn't have to balance like the Karate Kid in the shower.

I also tend to be rather low maintenance, at least bodily, which means no beauty item (even the things that seem vital to most women in their 30's) gets done every day, or even every week! I actually shelled out for eyebrow waxing a couple weeks ago, since I was starting to look a little Neanderthal. The stylist at JC Penney's was a little horrified, but he solidered on and gave me a very nice "line", which I gather is the technical term for eyebrows that are appropriately weeded. This comes after the Short Brow Incident, which involves me, one of those little pen-sized facial hair electric razors, and overzealous trimming until I looked ridiculous for months.

Now, I won't be applying the X'celle to anything South of the Border for any time soon (usually I go au naturel), but I did try my armpit. I got one done, then realized that I shouldn't do the other one since I had a bit of a heat rash there. So it is a party on the right and smooth, almost, on the left. It turns out that armpit hair has very deep roots. I wonder why?

Anyhow, I hope nobody takes this to mean I am a hair dictator. I know women have the same rights, genetically and socially, to body hair. I just kinda wanted to femme it up a notch. And since I'm not planning on gracing the hallowed halls of Weight Watchers anytime soon, nor packing my face with layers of foundation and pretty colored toxins, I figure that a little landscaping is the least I can do for my partner.

Next week I do the right armpit, which is twice as bad as the legs. Not terrible, just a little counterintuitive like going up in a roller coaster. You know that bad shit could happen, but it probably won't.

Anyway, not that anyone reads this thing, but if you do, welcome me back to blogging!~

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Supastar

I have recently become involved in the fantastic OutLoud Chorus, Washtenaw County's LGBT chorus. The members are fantastic--of all ages and from different careers. I'm enjoying getting to know these folks. The singing is good for the soul. It reminds me of how much work it is to sing, but also how rewarding it can be when you really put some artistry into it. However, we don't get too serious, so if anyone screws up they don't get in any trouble! There are always wisecracks and smiles in the group.

Our last concert (my first with the chorus) was A Choir Cabaret. We sang "Fever", "Flip Flop Fly", "Swinging on a Star", and many other favorites. The little flair we added at the end with clapping, movements, etc. was fun. Perhaps we should start earlier next time so everyone can remember their parts! In one we are supposed to end the song by smirking at somebody sitting next to us. Lorrel and I had trouble not cracking up. I do admit I can have pretty funny faces, even without trying. My little solo part (a verse of SoaS) was awesome. I liked the attention and a lot of people I didn't know complimented my mini-performance and said I had presence on stage. That means a lot since I haven't been able to be on stage in a long time, since my performance as Fred in Once Upon a Mattress in senior year of high school. In an alternate reality, I might have been an actor. Perhaps now I'll get involved with community theatre around here.

SUPASTAR!

It seems like there is so much to do and so little time. I want to become all kinds of people in one lifetime. I know that won't happen. But I shall list them here.

Current aspirations of people to be:
-Professional psychic
-Lounge act singer
-Organic gardener
-Novelist
-Artist
-Savvy businessperson

(um, indpendently wealthy wouldn't be bad)

Much love to all,
RI/Amy

Saturday, December 8, 2007

I've got tasty balls...

...fruitcake balls!

I've created a scrumptious way to use leftover homemade mincemeat. I had thought of using it in my yogurt in the morning, but then, rum raisin yogurt seemed a little over the top for breakfast. So, I made Fruitcake Balls.

2 - 3 c. meat-free mincemeat
8 dates
1 c. coconut
1.5 c. almond meal
1 c. mixed walnuts and almonds (soaked and dehydrated, as in NT)
1 tsp. almond extract

Blend the mincemeat in a food processor until pretty smooth- not like a paste, but between a paste and a fine minced texture. Add the dates and blend again. Add the dried, unsweetened coconut. Add the nuts (leave a 1/4 cup out). Add enough almond meal so that the mixture starts to make a thick "dough". Kind of like the texture of meatball mix. Add the extract. A couple tablespoons of good rum would be excellent in this (I didn't add it, since the mincemeat was already a touch rummy). Then blend the 1/4 c. nuts until they are chopped (not minced) for a little texture.

Roll the mixture into balls, then roll each ball in cocoa powder. Store in a plastic container in the refrigerator.

These are great once the earthy flavor of the cocoa integrates with the fruitiness of the mincemeat and the buttery nuts.

This could be a cookie that even non-health-food types would like!