Today is the very last “Time Out For Theta Mom Thursday” that I will be linking up for…because this is the last time that Heather over at Theta Mom is featuring it as a monthly meme. She has decided that it has run its course and that it’s time for her blog to grow in another new and exciting direction, so Theta Mom Thursday is officially retiring. I am a firm believer that the only way to grow is through change, and I cannot wait to see what great things she has in store for us next!
Last weekend, I attended my very first Henna party. I think I’ve been to every other kind of home party on the planet at one time or another, and I actually even hosted my own spa parties for a while, but a Henna party was something I had never heard of! The concept behind the whole thing is pretty cool. Basically, you just get a group of friends together and have lots of yummy wine and snacks, and a Henna artist comes for an hour and a half and paints tattoos on everyone.
I am what most consider a pretty traditional girl in the sense that I don’t have any real tattoos, and my ears have only been pierced once and I actually rarely even wear earrings anymore so the holes are probably pretty close to closing up anyway. I also do not own a belt and probably never will. But belts seem to be the “in” thing these days for whatever reason. Anyway, you catch my drift. I guess I’m just not exactly what people would consider to be “hip”, (though I do think that I’m Mom Sexy as hell. Because you don’t have to be super-trendy to be considered a MILF).
I have to admit that I’ve always wondered what it would be like to sport a little bit of ink somewhere on my body…so a Henna tattoo was the perfect solution! It only lasts about 2-3 weeks, so I get the effect without it being permanent. I remember being THIS CLOSE to getting my sorority letters tattooed on my ankle when I first pledged KKG. For the record, I’m glad that I didn’t go through with it. I don’t need a permanent reminder that I used to be able to funnel a beer without anyone holding the funnel for me. Just thinking about it from time to time is a good enough mental picture. (Oh c’mon…you were proud of your beer guzzling skills back in the day too).
For the Henna, I chose a very simple design, the Zodiac sign for Leo, and had the artist draw it on my foot.
I think that it really suits me, and I have to admit that when I walked into my very first Hot Yoga class this past Monday night with a little ink on my foot, I felt totally zen (or something to that effect). And at least it gave me something to focus on when I was sticking my leg way in the air above my head and trying not to pay attention to the fact that my ankles were sweating.
The whole Henna experience was tons of fun, but the best part of the night had to be hanging out with my high school girlfriends. I think that remaining close friends with people from high school is pretty rare these days. And by “close friends”, I mean that the friendship that I have with these women has grown and evolved over time. Even though we were only teenagers when we first met, we know each other as the adults that we’ve grown into, and we love and appreciate each other for who we are NOW. Because even though it is fun to get together and reminisce about the horrid sequin dresses that we wore to our senior prom and the time that we stole a wooden statue of Petunia Pig out of someone’s yard, you simply can’t sustain a true friendship on memories alone.
The above shot is of me and my BFF from my high school years. And you know what? She is STILL my BFF. She STILL makes me laugh so hard sometimes that I actually start to pee in my pants a little bit. She STILL supports me in every single venture that I take on in my life just as she always has. And I can STILL tell her things that I’ve never told anyone else on the face of the earth because I know that she will NEVER judge me.
And someday, she and I are going to be the sexiest bitches who ever checked into a Nursing Home. We’ve had the whole thing planned for years. Because when we finally get there, we’re gonna bring back Old Lady Sexy.
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