I hope all of y'all out there in Cyberland have a very Merry Christmas, assuming you celebrate Christmas.
Also, I hope that 2013 brings only good things to your lives and that you're happier at the end of the year than you were when it started. I'm glad to have you in my life, even be it merely (?) through this blog.
On my end I have my girls here, I'm celebrating with dear friends, and the semester is over and I got straight A's. Life is good and I have no complaints. I'm very blessed and I'm determined to stop fretting over my first world problems. My resolution for 2013 is to volunteer somewhere. I need to get off my ass and do more for others.
How about y'all? Any resolutions for 2013? Share!
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
So. Happy.
My girls are here for winter break! Silver the Evil Chao (or SystemsReady...take your pick), TallyAngel, and Chaos arrived last night. I needed to squish them so tightly when I picked them up from the airport, I think their innards almost dribbled out their ears. So worth it, though.
Today they accompanied me to NBU for my Health Assessment final, then we and a bunch of my classmates got together at a nearby tavern to cry into our respective beers.
Galactorrhea? Seriously? WTF, Professor?!
Tomorrow morning it's The Hobbit, w00t! And tomorrow evening decorating the tree.
It's so good to have my babies here. I'm truly blessed.
Today they accompanied me to NBU for my Health Assessment final, then we and a bunch of my classmates got together at a nearby tavern to cry into our respective beers.
Galactorrhea? Seriously? WTF, Professor?!
Tomorrow morning it's The Hobbit, w00t! And tomorrow evening decorating the tree.
It's so good to have my babies here. I'm truly blessed.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Bottom Line
Evil people do evil things. The tools they use are irrelevant, or should be. End of story.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Doofus of the Day*
There was a bit of a kerfluffle at work this evening. Seems one of our customers accidentally cut off another lady while turning into the shopping plaza in which the spa is located. The aggravated motorist proceeded to follow our customer to where she parked, blocked her in with her own vehicle, and when our customer got out of her car, walked over to her and bitchslapped her to the ground.
Then got back into her own car and calmly drove away.
The victim had enough presence of mind to note the license plate of the perp's car and called the police immediately. She sought shelter in the reception area of the spa, and needless to say, did NOT get her scheduled massage.
The amazing thing about all this is that the police located the perp's car parked in another area of the plaza and waited for her there until she finished her shopping. When confronted by the cops, she coolly admitted to the deed.
This woman baffles me, not just because of the road rage and assault/battery, but for either being unaware of or unconcerned by the consequences of her actions.
I don't think she's going have a very merry Christmas. Doofus indeed.
*shamelessly stolen from Peter! :D
Then got back into her own car and calmly drove away.
The victim had enough presence of mind to note the license plate of the perp's car and called the police immediately. She sought shelter in the reception area of the spa, and needless to say, did NOT get her scheduled massage.
The amazing thing about all this is that the police located the perp's car parked in another area of the plaza and waited for her there until she finished her shopping. When confronted by the cops, she coolly admitted to the deed.
This woman baffles me, not just because of the road rage and assault/battery, but for either being unaware of or unconcerned by the consequences of her actions.
I don't think she's going have a very merry Christmas. Doofus indeed.
*shamelessly stolen from Peter! :D
Saturday, December 08, 2012
It's not ALL about the Benjamins...
but it sure is nice to get one now and then.
I had a regular client today who's matter-of-fact about massage. When I ask her how it was, she always replies, "Okay." Not effusive at all, in other words.
It was an fifty-minute prenatal massage, and as she left, she handed me a sealed tip envelope. After escorting her to the front desk and flipping my room, I headed back to the breakroom to get my purse so I could go have lunch. I remembered the tip envelope I had stuffed into my pocket and decided now would be a perfect time to transfer the cash to my wallet. I unfolded the envelope and saw this written on the back:
"How nice of her," I thought. When I tore the envelope open and started pulling out the bill, I noticed the '1' first and thought, "Ten bucks for an hour, not bad." Then I saw the TWO zeroes...
"HOLY SHIT! SHE TIPPED ME A HUNDRED!"
Everyone in the breakroom crowded around me to marvel at my client's generosity. Ben Franklin was never so fawned over in real life!
All I can say is my client's getting a big hug from me the next time I see her. What a classy lady.
I had a regular client today who's matter-of-fact about massage. When I ask her how it was, she always replies, "Okay." Not effusive at all, in other words.
It was an fifty-minute prenatal massage, and as she left, she handed me a sealed tip envelope. After escorting her to the front desk and flipping my room, I headed back to the breakroom to get my purse so I could go have lunch. I remembered the tip envelope I had stuffed into my pocket and decided now would be a perfect time to transfer the cash to my wallet. I unfolded the envelope and saw this written on the back:
"HOLY SHIT! SHE TIPPED ME A HUNDRED!"
Everyone in the breakroom crowded around me to marvel at my client's generosity. Ben Franklin was never so fawned over in real life!
All I can say is my client's getting a big hug from me the next time I see her. What a classy lady.
Tuesday, December 04, 2012
Some truths are NOT self-evident...
When I see a bucket of caramels advertised as "Three for 99c!!ZOMFG!", I assume that each individual caramel costs slightly more than a third of that price. I mean, it makes sense, right? Otherwise the sign would read, "Caramels, 33c each!!" Pretty self-evident, or so I thought....
As I'm constantly fighting the good fight in the Battle of the Bulge, I decided to buy ONE caramel to somewhat satisfy my voracious sweet tooth (that fucking bastard, I HATE it, grrr...), so I asked how much one caramel cost, only to have the cashier reply, slowly, carefully enunciating each syllable, while looking at me like I should be sitting in the corner of the room wearing a dunce cap while picking my nose and eating the boogers, "Thirty-three cents." (The "...you booger-eating moron!" was implied. Or maybe that's just my imagination.)
At any rate, I feel disappointed right now. Not only was I made to feel like an idiot, I ate the caramel (DELICIOUS) on the way home and only then looked up the nutrition info. SIXTY CALORIES FOR ONE CARAMEL?!
Not worth it.
As I'm constantly fighting the good fight in the Battle of the Bulge, I decided to buy ONE caramel to somewhat satisfy my voracious sweet tooth (that fucking bastard, I HATE it, grrr...), so I asked how much one caramel cost, only to have the cashier reply, slowly, carefully enunciating each syllable, while looking at me like I should be sitting in the corner of the room wearing a dunce cap while picking my nose and eating the boogers, "Thirty-three cents." (The "...you booger-eating moron!" was implied. Or maybe that's just my imagination.)
At any rate, I feel disappointed right now. Not only was I made to feel like an idiot, I ate the caramel (DELICIOUS) on the way home and only then looked up the nutrition info. SIXTY CALORIES FOR ONE CARAMEL?!
Not worth it.
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