You know you’ve picked the right profession when you go away for a long weekend and are anxious to get back to work. I’m not sure what it is about pubic hair that lures me like a siren, but it does. Sometimes I wonder if there is inherently something wrong with me.
Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha
Thoughts, stories, and insights from M.E. Nesser
While I’m on the relationship roll, I’d thought I thought I’d embark on one more word of wisdom. Communication is tough. I get it. But when was the last time you just laughed with your man? Not smiled or discussed a topic, but hard core laughed out loud? If you can’t remember, you may have a problem. Find ways to have fun with your guy. Life is serious enough. Find some joy in your relationship. You’d be surprised how important it is.
Yesterday, I gave my two cents on relationships. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention how our careers add to our marital success. Mark and I believe that feeling good in your own skin makes you more beautiful in the eyes of the one who loves you. We have dedicated our professional careers to making people feel beautiful. Confidence is sexy. So if coloring your gray hair or getting a Brazilian makes you feel better about yourself, then you will feel better in your relationship. Remember how long it used to take to get ready for a date? When was the last time you put that much effort into how you looked? If you can’t remember, you may have a problem. Yes, you should love one another no matter what. But don’t tell me you feel sexy when your legs are all stubby or your hair is greasy. A little effort goes a long way.
I’m a hard working woman. I’m a realist. I am also a romantic. So maybe that’s why I’ve had successful relationship for over thirty years. I work at it. I know it’s not perfect and neither are we. And I love romance. A little effort can keep the romance alive. It’s not as hard as you think.
Mark & ME believes in love and hopes you do too.
A bunch of people have gotten together to start a Happy Hoo-Ha book club. I was so flattered. I know they will read countless stories that will make them laugh, and many that will make them cringe. I have offered to join the club when they get together to talk about the books to answer any questions and hear their feedback. If any of you ever read one of my books at your club, feel free to contact me. I love to sit around and chat about hoo-ha’s!
I had four new clients yesterday, which was very exciting for me. I love new people! Two of them were convinced that what I was doing to them was making them bleed excessively. Neither were bleeding. Neither bruised. Neither lost any skin or lady parts. I know it’s difficult for some people to endure their first Brazilian Wax. Just let me reiterate a few things. It is not a medical procedure and bleeding is extremely uncommon. There may be occasional bruising, but that is also uncommon. You will not die.
Every day I write something on my hose-down-your-hooha blog and it appears on my Facebook pages. Today I wasn’t feeling clever, crude or funny. I was numb. I had to pay my end of the year taxes. I had to pay my April quarterly installments. I can’t believe how New York State penalizes small business owners. It’s sickening. So tonight, when I realized I hadn’t blogged yet today, I thought about this whole tax thing. If I didn’t like making grown women look like toddlers for a living, maybe I’d have a normal job and not be forced to give half of my pay to Uncle Sam every year. Then I realized I’d never be happy doing a normal job. I have the most rewarding job in the world. I make hoo-ha’s happy. I make hoo-ha’s husbands happy. Nope, Uncle Sam isn’t the winner. I am.
Easter means different things to different people. It can be about church, Jesus, a new dress, bunnies, candy, egg hunts, baskets, peeps…. To me, it’s all about Love.
When I was growing up, I never used my middle name. Only my brother and high school boyfriend called me Mary Elizabeth, which I always loved. When I went to college, there were seven Mary’s on my hall. That is when I made the decision to use my full name. I always loved the name Elizabeth, so it made sense to go by the whole thing. Mark’s brother didn’t like calling me by my full name and every time he called me Mary, Mark would correct him. If his brother hadn’t shortened my name to M.E., I’m not sure what the salon would be called. Mark & Mary isn’t half as catchy. And that’s how Mark & M.E. came to be.