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This Season’s Hottest Summer Leg Hairstyles!

 

Spice up your summer with one of these trendy summer leg hairstyles! Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy!

 

Tired of the same old ‘do? Are your limb locks looking limp? Well, good news, I’m here to give you some much needed insp-hair-ation! Today, I’ve rounded up some of my favorite summer leg hairstyles, complete with “How To’s” so you can create the look at home and spice up your summer style!

 

1. The Maxi Dress

Oh please, we all know what your leg hair looks like under that maxi dress!

This leg hairstyle is super simple and says “I’m ready for summer fun, daytime or nighttime, ’cause with follicle maintenance on the back burner, I ain’t got nothing but time!”

How to Get the Look:

Step 1: Cultivate a “f@ck this bullshit” attitude.

step 2: Shampoo leg hairs.

Step 3: Blow-dry hair using fingers until it’s three-quarters of the way dry, then work in mousse from root to end, tousle and go!

2. The Capri

We all know what your leg hair looks like under those capris!

The Capri is a sassy summertime style for the woman who cares about the appearance of self-maintenance without all that pesky effort. Let your ankles scream “I’m sexy”, while leaving your calves plenty of time to watch Wheel of Fortune.

How to Get the Look:

step 1: Lather leg hairs.

step 2: Shave no more than 6 inches above the ankle.

Step 3: Apply a leave-in conditioner to the remaining hair, then blow-dry with a large round brush.

Step 4: Once hair is completely dry, run a styling cream through to separate strands creating a piece-y texture to prevent stiff hairs from poking through your polyester pants during book club.

step 5: Top the look off with peep toe shoes, painting only the toenails that show.

3. The Bermuda

We all know what your leg hair looks like under those shorts!

For the woman who wants to feel super sexy…but only from the top of the shins down! This style will take you from school drop-off to a romantic dinner for five at Applebee’s!

How to Get the look:

Step 1: Lather leg hairs.

Step 2: Shave from the ankles to that place where you usually cut yourself (also known as the kneecap).

Step 3: Blow Dry.

Step 4: With a medium-barrel iron, curl small sections all over thighs, then break them apart with fingers to create a wavy, imperfect texture. Use a fine-tooth comb to tease at roots then smooth over and comb upward towards the vagina.

4.The Swimskirt

We all know what your leg hair looks like under that swimskirt!

The “Swimskirt” because you’re more of a lawn boy than a bushwhacker

How to Get the Look:

Step 1: Lather legs.

Step 2: Put on some Sarah McLaughlin and guzzle a dirty martini.

Step 3: Pull out a brand new razor and shave until you’d rather be “…in the arms of an angel…”

Step 4: Blow dry using a diffuser.

Step 5: Divide the pubic region into a few large sections. Using your biggest curling iron on each ,hold the iron vertically and wrap sections down the barrel—starting at mid-shaft and working your way to the back.

Step 6: Use texturizing balm or wax to separate strands and control fly-aways.

5.The Bikini

you actually took time to shave? how?

Well, well, you smug son-of-a-bitch…you’re the reason my husband says ridiculous things like, “I hear most women don’t french braid their leg hairs.” and goes around dropping hints like, “For the love of all that is good and holy, can’t you PLEASE shave?!”

How to Get the Look:

Step 1: Check the calendar. Is it your anniversary and/or your husband’s birthday? If YES, than continue to Step 2. If NO…umm…are you sure you really want to do this?

Step 2: Making sure the bathroom is clear of *cats, get naked and stand in the middle of an empty tub.

Step 3: Apply generous amounts of Nair to all areas of the lower body, and set a kitchen timer for 10 minutes.

Step 4: While standing there naked, cold, and vulnerable, take this opportunity to reflect on any regrets or bad decision you’ve made in your lifetime (maybe this is one of them?). Now imagine pouring Nair over all of that negativity. Feel it burning along with your skin. Can you smell the bad energy leaving the room? Yes, it does smell an awful lot like sulfur and calcium thioglycolate.

Step 5: Rinse with cool water & pat dry. Now dry your tears.

Step 6: Apply baby powder between your thigh to keep from squeaking when you walk.

*accidentally remove their fur once, and they’ll shit every time they see you put lotion on. Trust me.

No matter which style you pick, make sure to ROCK IT! Now get out there and show the world what you’re made of! (in my case, wine & sarcasm)

A Classy Family Cruises to Bermuda! Part 2

 

If you read my last post, you know that we recently embarked on our first cruise, 7 days from NYC to Bermuda on the Norwegian Breakaway. And you also know that we’ll never ever venture beyond the suburbs again. 

Here we are boarding/embarking/loading/whatever cruise people call it:

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As soon as we unpacked, the children did what they do best:

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they watched TV.

Determined to get this party started, we shut the TV off and forced the kids up to the top deck for a little miniature golf action.

First up was Ana. As she swung the putter back like she was teeing off at the Augusta Nationals, Collin decided that this was theeee perfect moment to bend down and survey the slope and grain of the course.

First injury of the trip. Frankly, I was surprised it took that long.

After the crying died down, we were shocked at how quiet it was on deck 15. In fact, other than an elderly couple, we were the only people up there.

“See” I said, “There might be 4,000 people on this boat but it doesn’t feel crowded.” to which Brian replied, “Yeah, and it’s surprisingly quiet. Almost like we’re the only ones outside.”

Turns out we were.

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So the next day, while everyone else was playing Bingo and shuffleboard, we got our fake story straight (we voted on ‘group nausea’, 3:1) then headed to the restaurant for a quaint safety drill.

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He was so annoyed, he refused to make direct eye contact with us.

After experiencing nautical humiliation, we went to the pool and relaxed…until Ana slipped and hit her head.  Luckily, it wasn’t serious. But unfortunately, like a form of bad onboard entertainment, she went on to repeat this performance at various pool locations throughout the trip. “I’m here all week, folks!”

Our cabin was quite lovely. Small, but lovely. It helped that we had a huge balcony:

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Not having a balcony would’ve been like driving cross-country while sitting in the backseat between my kids while they wrestled. Yes, without the balcony, someone would have been “accidentally” left behind in Bermuda.

 

Ana loved the bunk bed which lowered from the ceiling. Collin, who slept underneath, grew to hate it.

Fourteen. It seems that 14 is the number of times a 10 year will stand up, hitting their head on the underside of a bunk bed, before the thought “hey, I better not stand up because there’s something above me” becomes second nature.

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Each night, our cabin steward, Cornelious, would leave us an adorable, yet slightly ambiguous, towel animal on our bed. And every night the children would scream and argue over what kind of animal Cornelious had intended to make. One night, on our way back to the room, they started on the towel animals again,

Me: LISTEN TO ME! WHEN WE GET INTO THAT ROOM, I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ONE SINGLE WORD ABOUT TONIGHT’S TOWEL ANIMAL! 

Them: —–

And there it was…

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 the literal and figurative ‘elephant in the room’.

 

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to be continued…

Last cruise post. Spoiler: we eventually make it to Bermuda and back.

One Classy Family Cruises to Bermuda! Part 1- NYC

Prior to sailing off to Bermuda on a 7 day cruise, we spent a day in NYC. Let me just say this…we don’t own chickens, or wear overalls, or even drive a pickup truck, but I’ve never felt more rural in my whole entire life. In fact, I would have been more comfortable riding a pissed-off horse than the NYC subway. CHEESE AND RICE.

After bumbling around underground and getting stuck in turnstile after turnstile while muttering, “Golly, this here place is crazier than a mama goat on her period.” we finally reached our first stop, Times Square. We were on a mission to visit the largest Toys R Us ever!

I call this next part, Times Square: Where my NYC anger was born and nurtured.

Picture it….we arrive in Times Square and find ourselves surrounded by a bazillion people going in different directions, enormous billboards with models whose boobs are bigger than my garage doors, and neon signs flashing to the tune of “migraine, migraine, migraine…”. *It’s probably not the best place for an epileptic to do his or her shopping.

Amidst the chaos, I saw something exciting, something fun, something uplifting: Minnie Mouse! But not just Minnie Mouse, there were other characters walking around as well, Elmo, Hello Kitty, Buzz Lightyear, Woody, Spiderman, and tons more!

“Aww” I said, “New York City isn’t so bad. The NYC Tourism Department must do this as a way to greet visitors!” And Ana rushed right into Minnie’s mustard stained arms while I snapped a picture.

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And then Minnie continued to hold tightly onto Ana, refusing to let her go until I put a dollar into her matching tip bag, leaving me to wonder if I had just paid my first ransom.

Here she is fleeing her captor:

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And so it went on like that for two blocks. Only it got worse.

At one point, Ana posed with Hello Kitty when an uninvited Spiderman jumped into the picture.

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Umm…, no one asked your scrawny spidey ass to crawl over here. But that didn’t stop him from throwing his mask off and chasing us down the street until we gave up a buck.

After about $20, my suburban politeness died and an angry city girl was born. Well, as angry as a suburban girl raised to be nice to others can be, which meant a lot of eye glaring, head shaking and NO THANK YOU’s. But in my mind, I was fighting off Elmo with a roundhouse kick and punching Woody in his woody.

After an hour of figuring out if we were on the right train headed in the right direction, we wobbled onto 5th Avenue to take Ana to the American Girl store. Did I mention I had to walk around the city with her doll’s head sticking out of my bag the entire time, like some kind of jackass?

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Holy shit that American Girl Store is nuts! Can you believe they have a fashion studio, hair salon, earring piecing station, photo shoot studio, and organic spa treatments for those damn dolls?! When asked where the line was to have my Bitty Baby circumcised, the sales lady shot me a look of disgust. Probably because I failed to make the appointment months in advance.

Looking around the place and its three stories of ridiculousness, I was never more embarrassed to be a gluttonous American citizen. Who would even consider spending mucho bucks on a doll’s needs while real children are starving all around the world? After buying a $40 outfit, hair extensions, and a hula hoop for Mitzy, I had my answer.

Sadly, the hair stylist was booked until next Tuesday:(

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Next post: Holy shit, we board a boat!

 

 

 

 

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