Monday, November 30, 2009

Uh. Mah. Gah.

The spa has been proactive and has already hired my replacement, a young lady I've known for a while, by sight anyway, since she worked as a dealer on the casino floor. Alecia is a recent graduate of my alma mater, NSMT, and is a welcome addition to the spa.

We were pretty much done with work by early afternoon, and after futzing around a bit, I asked if she'd like to do a trade.

Oh. My. God.

She's good. She's so very, very good. I've been in pain for the past few days, my back and neck giving me hella problems...Alecia pounded the shit out of me, and I feel better than I have in months. MONTHS. I had some really bad trigger points, and she killed 'em, and not with kindness, with extreme prejudice, rather.

Of course, I'll probably be bruised tomorrow, but it was so worth it.

Thank you, Alecia! I'll get you next Saturday!

Sunday, November 29, 2009


From my daughter Tally, about the movie "2012", which she enjoyed tremendously:

It's about humanity...and special effects.

I laughed uproariously.

Later in the same chat, Chaos said:

You kill the fun in movies, Silver.

Gmail group chat rulz!

Thursday, November 26, 2009


have a GOOD one, Folks!


Just wanted to add that I'm most definitely thankful for the wonderful readers I make it worthwhile for me to try to come up with my scribblings!


about the lack of posting, but I'm going slightly insane trying to get everything together for my move. Finding a job and a place to stay are high on my priority list as well. Thanks for your patience, I know my blog has been teh suxxor lately.

Saturday, November 21, 2009


is glancing down during the scalp massage to find your client's eyes wide open, staring at you...

Overheard in the Spa

Me (in the shower): Maura? Could you hand me a razor, please?

(a few moments later)

Maura (handing the razor over the shower stall door): Did you want me to shave you, too?

Me: ...

Me: Uh,'s just my armpits, that's not much fun.

Maura: Okay.

Fear and Loathing

The epiphany I had on my drive back from Blogorado was facilitated by my friend GayCynic, who pummeled me about the head and shoulders with logic.

I'm not happy living in Las Vegas, and haven't been for a long time. Now that my daughter is off to college, I really have nothing holding me here.

So I have decided to move to Texas, home of the bigger and better!

I have many, many blogfriends who live there, who have already been helping me out with information, tips, hints, offers to check potential rentals out, offers to let me stay for a few days when I get there, and the list goes on and on. It's so good to have friends.

I'm moving the week before Christmas, I've already given notice at both of my jobs, and have been assured of receiving letters of recommendation. My application for my Texas massage therapy license went off by certified mail a week from yesterday, and I got the little green postcard in the mail confirming receipt a few days ago.

I've also been applying for full-time jobs at various local hospitals, since I do have a lot of experience in the medical field. I'll need to be making money right off the bat to pay my bills, and while I certainly want to build up a private massage practice, things like that take time (and money), two things I'm not exactly blessed with currently.

So, we'll see how things go. I might have help for my move, I might not. I might rent a truck or trailer, or I might shove all my crap into my storage unit and move bare-bones. Silver will be here on her winter break to help me, but we still have to get her back to Vegas in mid-January to catch her flight back to North Dakota. Maybe I'll do another roadtrip!

Oh, my poor car...;)

Anyway, life is too short to stay somewhere you're miserable, even if you do have a job. Friends are more important. I'm pursuing happiness, Peeps! And it feels great!

And a wee bit terrifying.

Wish me luck.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Two more things I remember about Blogorado:

First, my face getting tired from smiling, nay GRINNING so much.

And second, how much I LOVE the smell of gunpowder.

Another tip for massage clients:

When I tell you before the massage, "Undress to your level of comfort," that doesn't mean you can take your underwear off half-way through the massage. Got it? Good.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009


Don't forget to try your hand at Sparrow's Haiku Contest!

It benefits our military service folk serving in harm's way. So go ahead, participate...what? Are you chicken?!


C'mon! Don't be scared! It's EASY!


Piece of cake.


Sunday, November 15, 2009

What I Did Last Weekend (with PICTURES!):

Met many imaginary friends, except they were REAL!






One of them was a Man in a Kilt!!


(I'd put more pics of my friends up, but a lot of them are camera-shy...)

Had LOTS of guns in my trunk, and none of them were mine:


Went to a library and a museum:

Yes, that's the most dangerous librarian in the world.





Ate TONS of delicious food, but was too busy eating to get any pictures...:D

Went horseback riding:



Began the process of learning how to shoot (because I have a long way to go, Baby! But it was a very good start.):

I even had ammo in my back pocket in this one, LOL.



Fired an Evil Black Rifle™:

One among many others I fired, Yay!

Told people where to go:

I kid...I don't even remember why I was pointing, but it's a good picture!

Met the cutest little girl I've known since MY girls were little, and my supremely stylish and and always classy friend, Phlegm Fatale:

(She can even make a Porta-John look like an acceptable prop.)

Narrowly avoided hitting a HUGE deer (I was in the vehicle RIGHT behind this truck):


But I still helped desecrate the deer carcass:


And even found the time to blog a little:


Basically, I had the best vacation I've ever had, meeting the nicest people I've ever known.

Thank you all. I'll be there next year, with bells on.

Friday, November 13, 2009

The way to a girl's heart is through the gun range...

This is my AAR (aka "after action report"), and it's gonna be simple, because honestly? I might not be quite as shiny or squeaky, but I'm still a n00b.

Any errors in spelling, etc. are mine, I'm going off smudged pencil on a tiny, spiral notebook. Don't blame my teachers, who were nothing but awesome: patient, kind, thorough.

One of my best memories of being at the range is hitting the half-sized silhouette at 250 yards, turning to LawDog and exclaiming, "I HIT IT!" Only to have him reply with a gentle smile, "Of course you did."

THAT'S the kind of teacher who will make any student shine.

Thanks are due to Aepilotjim, Ambulance Driver, Old NFO, and of course the aforementioned LawDog.

Thanks also to all the cool kids who let me play with their toys! So nice of them to share.

Okay, I'm going to list the firearms I got to shoot, with my own little cryptic notes. I hope this makes sense. And I have no pictures yet, but I will eventually.

At Blogorado, I fired the following weapons:

-Bersa Thunder .380 (yes, the famous one)
Not to blaspheme, but I only felt this was okay, possibly because I have HUGE hands for a woman.

-Springfield 1911 MilSpec (this one was Jim's)

-Ruger 22/45

-Glock 17 (SQUEEEEE! I loved this. :))

-Heritage Arms Rough Rider .22 (fun!)

-Sig Mosquito .22

-Rock Island 1911 .45 ACP

-Smith & Wesson 5 screw .38

-Henry Lever Action .22 (again, FUN!)

-Single Action Rossi

-AR 15 with EoTech Sights (Meh, believe it or not)

-Citori 12 gauge shotgun (this one was FarmMom's, and I actually hit a few clays! w00t! MUCH FUN)

-Ruger Super Blackhawk .44 magnum. (Oh, my GOD. I lurved this gun! Thank you so much, Stingray! I knocked down a popper with each shot.)

-Smith & Wesson model 25 .45 Long Colt (VERY nice)

-Walther PPK (this was FarmGirl's; it was extremely cool to shoot, fit my hands well.)

-Taurus PT 140 Millennium

-Hi Standard HD Military .22 (I loved shooting this, because I finally took down my nemesis who had been taunting me all day: the full soda can. I hit that sucker TWICE.)

-Taurus Judge (shoots either .45 Long Colt or .410 shotgun shells; this is FarmMom's critter killer, and it's a beast! I loved it...maybe I'm a (gun) size queen?)

-Ruger Mark III 22/45 (my notes say I liked it!)

-Bersa .45 (ditto, this one was Gay_Cynic's, thanks, G_C!)

-M14 (kicked like a FUCKING MULE, but I didn't bruise. I was sorta/kinda hitting the target, and that's all that matters to me!)


-M24 in .308 caliber (hit a barrel that was 970 yards away, 3 out of 5 shots, and it was WINDY. Don't piss me off. ;) Funny thing about this is, so that I wouldn't feel intimidated, Jim told me I was shooting at the one that was 500 yards out. I only found out last night that I was shooting at the FARTHER one. Yeah, he's evil like that, and he admits it!)

Well, that's all, Folks. I'm sure I forgot a few guns here or there, I was so excited it was bound to happen. I'll have you know that I always waited until I was off-range and unarmed to do any squeeing or happy dances. Safety trumps squeeing, always.

I've definitely found a new hobby, certainly an activity I love.

I also have to remind myself to breathe...I was getting a bit out of breath from excitement, and from unconsciously holding my breath while aiming and firing. No worries, I'll get better!

Oh, and I hit the bull's eye on my first target with my third shot. Just sayin'...

(Oh, I know: Beginner's luck!)


Wednesday, November 11, 2009

All Honor to Them

To all those who've worn our country's uniform and served: Thank you.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Thank you so much for EVERYTHING,


I had the best time of my life over this past weekend. Absolutely the best.
FarmGirl and her Mom, Dad, and Mamaw are the kindest, most hospitable and generous people it has ever been my pleasure to meet.

I do not exaggerate when I say that attending Blogorado and meeting all the other bloggers was a life-altering event for me. More info will follow as I process it. I just got back into Las Vegas and I'm trying not to collapse from exhaustion before all my laundry is done.

Pics will be posted and an after-action report of all my shooty goodness as well.

Bear with me, and be patient, please!

Monday, November 09, 2009

Phlegm Fatale

...shows how much she loves fondling balls:

Fuzzy Balls

"They're so warm...!"

Friday, November 06, 2009

Poetic Justice

When you go around taking pictures of people's asses, then have the audacity to POST THEM ON YOUR BLOG, you shouldn't be surprised at the outcome. Rest in Peace, Jim. It was nice knowing you, however so briefly.


Wednesday, November 04, 2009


I'm going to be incommunicada for a few days, my friends. One of my friends from the Gunblogger Conspiracy, FarmGirl, is hosting a shindig at her abode in Colorado...and we're calling it BLOGORADO! (Clever, no?)

Thanks to splitting travel and room costs, and the kindness of my roommate, who offered to watch my dogs for free, not to mention the overwhelming generosity of the FarmFamily in providing provender for all of us bloggers descending on their town, I'm able to attend, myself!

This is the first vacation I've ever taken, just for myself, by myself. I'm so excited, I feel like I'm leaking SQUEEEEE everywhere!

We're going to shoot many guns, big and small, ride horses, shoot the breeze, drink undoubtedly copious amounts of alcohol, and just have a blast in general.

I'll take lots of pictures, and I'll try to blog when I get the chance, internet access being rather spotty, I'm told.

The best part, by FAR, of this entire weekend is getting to meet all of my friends, IN REAL LIFE.

I'm happy. :)

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Nipped that one in the bud...

Overheard inside a treatment room:

I'm massaging an Army MP, recently returned from Iraq, and I've already thanked him for his service...

The massage is almost over, and I'm working on his left quad.

Client: (tentatively) So....I promised my buddies I'd ask you a question...

Me: (sternly) DON'T ask me for a Happy Ending! If you ask me for a Happy Ending, this massage is OVER.

Client: (in a VERY small voice) Okay.

I was laughing inside, though.

Monday, November 02, 2009

Deja vu?

On Halloween, I did a massage that felt very familiar...almost like I had experienced it all before, not because of similar clients, but more because it was a comedy of errors...

It was a side-by-side massage, and I was alone at the spa, due to some people leaving early, and some calling off. We beseeched Madison from our sister property, and she was gracious enough to come to our aid.

The oddness began at the booking. It was a mother and daughter pair, and both had the same first name. I'll call them Gladys. So we had Gladys Senior and Junior, though Junior was pretty senior herself! Which meant Senior was ANCIENT. Not to mention tiny and built like a little bird.

I was massaging Junior, while Madison tackled Senior (NOT literally). The main thing I noticed about Junior was that she hadn't showered. I got a powerful pong of body odor, overlaid with perfume. Not a very pleasant combination, but I'm a professional, dangit, so I kept on truckin'. The next thing I noticed was getting a lovely scratch on my thigh, THROUGH my skirt and fishnet stockings (don't forget I was in costume, including five-inch boots!) because Junior decided against wearing her hair clip, and clipped it onto the corner of the table instead. Where it was in the perfect position to SCRATCH ME as I was coming around to that side of the table.


I explained to her that I was going to put her clip on the counter with her other things and proceeded to amuse Madison with my non-existent juggling skills: My hands were very oily and the plastic hair clip was therefore very slippery! Luckily I didn't drop it, though it was a close thing.

After that little interlude, everything ran smoothly. Right up until Senior shook the rafters with a tremendous, basso profundo FART. Right in Madison's face.

My head whipped around because I was so surprised, and I met Madison's gaze of horror...that was enough to set me off! I laughed (silently) so hard, my entire body was shaking, and I was supremely grateful that Junior (somehow) remained oblivious to everything. Maybe she was sleeping!

At any rate, this was the last of the unusual happenings during this massage, but they were quite enough to give me that niggling feeling of deja vu...

Sunday, November 01, 2009

I LOVE this song!

I always love female rock singers, and this is a new band called Halestorm. Love 'em almost as much as Flyleaf.

Party Time!

Okay, I have several pictures from the Halloween Party last night, but first I'd like to make two observations of parties in general:

1)Drinking games are really, really boring if you are not drinking.

2)The guy who thinks he's hysterically funny, isn't. He's usually an obnoxious douche bag.

I did have fun, despite not staying very long and not drinking, I met several nice people, and I actually TALKED to them! Funny thing is, I mostly talked to a gal named Tara (another PIRATE, w00t!) about meeting people on the internet who are NOT creeps. I told her that I've met the most wonderful people online, that I feel I've found my tribe, and she just looked at me with incomprehension. She's just had bad luck, I believe.

I also saw the most incredible, clever costumes. Two young men came as Mormon missionaries, complete with bike helmets and backpacks. One of them was artfully made up to look like he'd either been in a wreck, or been beaten up. Even his shirt was torn, soiled, and bloody.
Then we had zombie Marilyn Monroe, accompanied by zombie Gilligan and zombie Skipper. Too funny! The guys were draped in seaweed, and had seashells and starfish glued to their shirts and pants. I loled!

We had three lady pirates, including myself.

Anyway, on to the pictures!

Our hostess with the mostest: Crystal

The Grim Reaper, and his flapper lady (Pete and Maura)

My direct supervisor, Joy, as Athena (though she should have gone with an owl, not an asp...)

Gladiatrix Marisol, with Crystal and Maura.

Crystal with Tara, one of the other pirate ladies.

So, I left the party at around 10 PM, because I knew I had to get up early today. Plus, the hardcore drinking had begun, and I was feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Now I need to start planning what to wear/what I'll be NEXT Halloween! I LOVE dressing up in costume. :D