Sunday, January 31, 2010

You know you're doing a DEEP deep tissue massage...

when the massage table creaks loudly from the pressure you're putting on the body lying on said table!

Also: Had an interesting client yesterday. He's a pianist, a bowler, AND a martial artist (hapkido). Upper body, no particular tension or tightness, but his LEGS were like rocks. Weird combo, any way you slice it.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

I don't have a yard at the moment.

It's more like a swamp crossed with a lake. And it's SO MUCH FUN taking the dogs out. NOT.


Oh, well. They'll go when they have to go, even if I have to drag them outside on leashes.

I just hope it doesn't get quite cold enough to freeze, but I'm afraid that's a forlorn hope.

But I've got nowhere to go tomorrow, and I checked out a stack of books and movies at the library today. AND I have plenty of food, too. So it'll be a jammies-and-blankets day, chez Christina!

Did you know...

that one of the main reasons I moved to Texas was all the awesome bloggers who live here?

One such blogger is the marvelous Roismhaire, a Plano massage therapist with her own business, whom I met via our blogs long before I moved here.

She's funny, she's smart, and she's a true friend. We got together at her house on Monday, went to a Mexican restaurant for lunch (there were, like, FIVE Mexican restaurants on the same Texas awesome, or what?!), then headed back to her house for some tinkering on the computer.

You see, Roismhaire has a Masters Degree in Computer Science (Shhhhhh! Don't tell her I told you!), and she's setting up a website for my business! Out of the goodness of her heart! FOR FREE!

Plus, she helped me design my new patient consultation sheets and my treatment notes, as well.

Even before my move, she was always ready with advice and tips on being a therapist in Texas, and she's always offering encouragement and strategies for success.

On top of all that, she's simply a hoot! We laugh and laugh, whether we're on the phone or meeting IRL.

I'm so glad she's my friend.

Now I just have to get her, Phlegmmy, and Holly together...the awesomeness would exceed safety parameters! But what a way to go!

Girls' Night Out!

I had the glorious opportunity last night to enjoy a delicious meal in the company of two dear friends.

We met at Sweetie Pie's Ribeyes in Decatur, which I cannot recommend highly enough. Chicken Fried Ribeyes...who knew?

In addition to moi, Holly and Phlegm Fatale rocked the joint.

Naughty jokes were told (which caused our waiter to join us at the table at one point), and we were quite raucous in general, which is par for the course if you ever get any of us together.

Our waiter declared we were the best customers of the week, and gave us a free piece of red velvet cake to share...delicious!

Anyhoo, without further ado, here are some mugshots of the perpetrators pictures of all the gang.

Pretty in purple, it's Holly!

Lighting up the room with her smile, La Phlegm!

Here's the three of us (or two of us and my head, anyway...)

And Holly and myself with our fantastic waiter, showcasing his Popeye tattoo.

As you can see, a good time was had by all. Naturally. ;)

Man, the only problem I have with dinners like these is how short they are! We need to have a pajama party/sleepover sometime. Yes! That's it! Movies, games, girl talk, popcorn and ice overnighter!

*rubbing my hands together with glee*

I must get to planning!


You know you live in rural Texas...

when there's a huge bloodstain in the garage from where your roommate just blew away a gigantic, cat-food-stealing possum with his shotgun.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

My new place...

Here are some pics of my new home, with gratuitous kitty shots tossed in for good measure. Oh, and Silver, when she was here, at the library!






I like it here so much. It does take a bit getting used to, though, how driving long distances is now becoming the norm!

Sunday, January 24, 2010

It's not the destination, it's the journey.

No, I'm not waxing all philosophical on you, or not too much, anyway.

Last Sunday, I got off of work early, and since it was such a beautiful day (unlike windy, chilly today), I got the pups leashed and we headed out for a long walk. I needed the exercise, meself!

We set off to explore areas I'd not yet visited in my perambulations, and since the road was extremely flat (thus the visibility was good) and very untraveled, I let the dogs off-leash so they could run.

Now remember, in Vegas, the only time I actually walked the dogs was when we were going to the park.

After about a half-hour or so of marching along, I turned around to head back home. Harley looked up at me all bewildered, as if to say, "WTF, Mom?! Aren't we GOING somewhere?!"

I replied, using my best Farmer Hoggett voice, "It's not the destination, Harley, it's the JOURNEY."

He still looked at me like I was a few sandwiches short of a picnic. Oh, well. Pearls before swine, and all that.

While we were on our way back home, I took a moment to greet some horses that were grazing along the fence line (squeeing internally, I might add. I've always been horse crazy.)

My dogs ambled a little closer to the fence, and I could almost see the wheels turning in Harley's little brain, "DAMN, that's a big dog!"

He eyed the horse's posterior, and I all but saw the thought bubble pop up over his head, "Man, his butt's way too high up! How'm I supposed to sniff it?!" Since I didn't happen to have a stepladder handy, and since the horse was on the other side of the fence anyway, Harley was destined to be disappointed. Poor thing.

I still think my dogs believe all the other critters around here are very strange dogs.

In any case, we had a really good time. :) I look forward to our next walk in the country.

Better late than never...

Not having internet at home sucks. Big time. That being said (and it's my excuse for the lack of posting), I'd like to FINALLY say what a fantastic time I had at our mini-blogmeet on the 15th!

I'm normally uncomfortable in groups of people I don't know, but I had so much fun meeting Barleythere and Mrs. Barleythere, DanielS., and Mr. and Mrs. Swamp Rabbit, that I didn't feel uncomfortable for a second. Of course it's always fabulous to see Holly and JPG. :)

The food and company were splendid, I just wish we'd had more time together. Well, next time we can pick a place closer to the Big City, so that the drive for the others isn't so much of a bear.

Thanks again, Y'all, for coming out to see everyone and for giving me the chance to meet you, I really appreciated it!

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Unfortunate News...

Ambulance Driver will not be able to attend the Mini-Blogmeet scheduled for tomorrow.

To anyone who planned on attending merely to bask in his exalted presence, I apologize and hope you'll still be there at Babe's, tomorrow night at 8:00 PM!

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Blog Meet is ON!

Come one, come all!

Date: Friday, January 15th

Time: 8:00 PM

Location: Babe's Chicken Dinner House


Christina LMT (duh!)
Ambulance Driver
Phlegm Fatale

Plus a super-seekrit blogger relative...


Thank you!

DanielS will be attending, too!

You know you live in a small town...

when the librarian takes your picture for the local paper, since you're the very first library patron to take advantage of the new interlibrary loan service!

God, I love it here!

Monday, January 11, 2010

In other news...

if you'll direct your gaze to the ticker in my blog's sidebar, you'll see that I'm in weight-loss triple-digits now! I never truly thought I'd see the day, but my success has exceeded all my dreams and fantasies. Just a few more pounds to go!

Where to start...?

Well, quite a lot has happened since Friday, and I guess I'll start from the beginning. Yeah, very boring and conventional, I know.

Friday evening, Silver and I had the wonderful opportunity to meet my blogfather, Big Dick, his gorgeous wife, Kelly, and his son, Dick, Jr. at Babe's Chicken Dinner House. Yes, I know he'll shake his head and roll his eyes at being called my blogfather, but too bad, so sad! He'll just have to suck it up and deal with it!

Not only was the company exceptional, but the food was to die for. Hands down the best fried chicken I've ever had. A foodgasm was easily achieved.

Saturday was my first day at the new job, and though my colleagues were grousing about it being slow in comparison to the usual Saturday, I was thrilled that I had services, despite being the therapist with the least seniority, and there being five other therapists there that day. Shit, at my last job in Vegas, *I* had the most seniority, so I was the therapist booked first, and I STILL wasn't getting any work. Now THAT'S slow, People!

After I got home from work, it was time to load up Silver, all her plethora of crap, the dogs (speaking of crap...;)), and drive up to Oklahoma to take her to the airport. Winter break is over, it's time for school again, muahahahaha!

She's arrived safely and I'm back home now, too. God, I hate long drives, especially when I'm tired, especially when it's after dark, and ESPECIALLY when there are so many stretches of highway under construction. I had a douchebag in a tiny car behind me for about half an hour who had four ultra-bright headlights competing to see which would blind me the most and cause my head to explode from the pain. I finally just risked getting a speeding ticket and zoomed away.

Also, it's freaking COLD. I mean, really, REALLY COLD. Ugh.

This could have contributed to something amusing that occurred in one of the aforementioned construction zones.

You know those electronic signs that the authoritah puts up around construction zones to advise drivers of crap? Well, on one stretch of highway, Silver and I counted at least six of these things, and every one advised us individually of a different speed in the construction zone. And no two consecutive signs stated the same speed! Either someone had fun hacking into the system, or the cold caused some snafus, 'cause the first sign stated, "Speed limit 49 ahead." WTF? 49? The next one said 47, followed by 49 a couple times, then 46, then the last sign said, "Speed limit 38 ahead." Weird. Especially because the only non-electric speed limit sign in the entire construction zone indicated that the speed limit was in fact 55.

Oh, well. At least Silver and I got some lulz out of it! We arrived at my wonderful friend's house and got a quick nap in before it was time to drive Silver to the airport. Having such good friends ROCKS! I also had the opportunity to eat at Cracker Barrel for the first time EVAR (weird, I know!). They certainly cook a bang-up breakfast! Finally I hit the road again and made it back home in around three hours.

Anyhoo, that's my weekend wrap-up. Tomorrow I have some training at our spa location in Plano, and my work schedule for next weekend is already shaping up nicely.

Also, a mini-blogmeet is in the works for next Friday. As soon as arrangements are set in stone, I'll share the details!

Hope y'all have a good week!

Thursday, January 07, 2010

You're shitting me, right?!

I happened to mention to my friend AD the issues I've been having getting my dogs to, *ahem*, defecate in a timely fashion.

It's been cold, it's been damp or drizzling, snowing or windy, or a combination thereof, and my dogs tuck their tails in to keep their nethers protected. I walk them around and around the yard, freezing my own ass off, until I finally give up and head back inside to the warmth. They just DON'T want to go, which has led to them pooping inside the house in the middle of the night.

Now AD used to train dogs, it was his business, so normally I'd trust any advice he could give me about dogs. However, AD is also a supreme practical joker and all-around smartass, so when he told me to dampen a matchstick and shove it up my dog's butt, I questioned his motives and my sanity.

I finally broke down yesterday, since I still had some casino matchbooks in my purse (it's always helpful to have matches on hand, since you never know when you might need to start a fire), and tried out this trick.

Unbelievable. Within 30 seconds, both my dogs were squatting and taking care of business.

No more stress, no more worries about them sneaking off and pooping right in front of my roommate's bedroom door (yes, one of them did this a few nights ago, and guess what my roommate stepped in first thing in the morning?) *facepalm*

So, thanks, Ambulance Driver, font of obscure, poop-related knowledge!
I can rest easy now, both in the knowledge that my dogs won't crap in the house, and in the fact that you were NOT shitting me, pun absolutely intended!

Doesn't mean I didn't google it, first chance I had today! ;-)

The Matchstick Trick