I can't seem to help myself. Plus, it's easy blog-fodder while I'm studying for my first exams on Tuesday and Wednesday...GULP.
And if Nickelback keeps writing cheesy songs, I guess I'll keep posting them. They're so darn catchy, curse them!
We're all just animals, anyway. Right?
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
*ahem*
If you direct your gaze to your right, you'll notice a new badge on my sidebar...
Lucrative Pain made a top fifty list!!!!
Massage Therapy Programs has named my humble little blog one of the top fifty massage blogs on the internet. Wow.
I didn't even know there were fifty massage blogs out there!
JUST KIDDING!
I'm truly honored, and simultaneously left scratching my head, but will not look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak.
I MADE A TOP FIFTY LIST!!! W0000000000T!
Lucrative Pain made a top fifty list!!!!
Massage Therapy Programs has named my humble little blog one of the top fifty massage blogs on the internet. Wow.
I didn't even know there were fifty massage blogs out there!
JUST KIDDING!
I'm truly honored, and simultaneously left scratching my head, but will not look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak.
I MADE A TOP FIFTY LIST!!! W0000000000T!
Overheard at the hotel...
...while walking down a service corridor, emanating from a radio hanging off the belt of a young, skinny dude...
"Mike? Calling Mike! Mike, do you copy? Your popsicles are in the office!"
I swear to God, I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.
"Mike? Calling Mike! Mike, do you copy? Your popsicles are in the office!"
I swear to God, I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Constant Craving...
no, not the k d lang song, the following picture!
It's a perfect illustration of how I feel sometimes. Thanks, Brigid!
It's a perfect illustration of how I feel sometimes. Thanks, Brigid!
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Decaffeination Modification...
Okay, I'll admit it. I failed. I can't seem to completely cut caffeine out of my life, no matter how hard I try. BUT, I'm limiting myself to ONE cup of half-caf, only on Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons, because of school. I can't stay awake for three hours of lecture and two hours of lab without it.
*sigh*
Let the mocking commence! ;)
*sigh*
Let the mocking commence! ;)
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Ah, memories...
I was leaving the gym just now, which happens to be located across the street and down a bit from the local high school. The marching band drumline was practicing outside, and I was instantly thrust back to Las Vegas, attending Silver's high school football games.
Good times. :)
Good times. :)
I'm finally getting the hang of it!
Microscopy, that is. :D
Last night, in microbiology lab, I Gram stained and located (in FOCUS!) three critters:
Mycobacterium smegmatis
Staphylococcus aureus
Escherichia coli
w00t!
The E. coli took me about thirty seconds to find. I'm so happy!
In other news, it's hilarious watching my dogs play tag outside, especially since I'm "base".
Oh, and in other, OTHER news, I had a fantastic workout yesterday and did (among other things) 135 crunches. GO, ME!
Last night, in microbiology lab, I Gram stained and located (in FOCUS!) three critters:
Mycobacterium smegmatis
Staphylococcus aureus
Escherichia coli
w00t!
The E. coli took me about thirty seconds to find. I'm so happy!
In other news, it's hilarious watching my dogs play tag outside, especially since I'm "base".
Oh, and in other, OTHER news, I had a fantastic workout yesterday and did (among other things) 135 crunches. GO, ME!
Progressive Quiz...
I scored 128, which for some reason I can't seem to be able to cut/copy and paste here, so I'll just link to the quiz itself!
On some things I'm very conservative, on others I'm very liberal. Don't try to make sense of it! :D
On some things I'm very conservative, on others I'm very liberal. Don't try to make sense of it! :D
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
But...
despite the ominous start to the day, it didn't turn out half-bad! And on my way out to the car after work, I saw a beautiful butterfly and it made me smile.
Somehow...
...I don't think walking face-first through a giant spiderweb first thing in the morning is a GOOD omen for the rest of the day, but I'll take what I can get!
I still have spiderwebs stuck in my eyelashes...:D
UPDATE:
The incredible and witty Lissa sent me an oh-so-appropriate link in the comments, I just had to share it with y'all!
I still have spiderwebs stuck in my eyelashes...:D
UPDATE:
The incredible and witty Lissa sent me an oh-so-appropriate link in the comments, I just had to share it with y'all!
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 09, 2010
Best wishes to Farmmom!
Farmmom of Blogorado fame is going in to have knee replacement surgery tomorrow morning. She's the sweetest, kindest, yet feistiest lady I know, so please send her your best thoughts, wishes, prayers.
Best of luck, Farmmom! Love you! :)
Best of luck, Farmmom! Love you! :)
Note to self...
If the kitten decides to sit on my lap while I'm drinking my morning mug of (decaf!) tea, it behooves me to remove the motherfucking teabag. Otherwise kitten will think the dangling tag and string are a toy, and yank the motherfucking teabag OUT of the mug, splashing hot tea all over himself and MY LAP.
Wednesday, September 08, 2010
"I just knew..."
It's 1974, a few weeks before high school graduation. She's a sophomore, fifteen years old.
She sees a boy she's never noticed before going into the band room, turns to her girlfriend and says matter-of-factly, "That's the boy I'm going to marry."
She doesn't even know his name.
After the high school graduation ceremony, which everyone in this small town attends, he comes over to her and asks, "When are you comin' to see me," and explains he's working as a lifeguard at the pool over the summer to help earn money for college. She demurs. She still doesn't know his name.
She waits until the end of June to go to the pool since she doesn't want to seem too eager. He immediately notices her sitting with her feet dangling in the water and on his next break heads over to her and asks, "What are you doin' tonight, besides going out with me?"
She replies, "Well, I guess I'll be going out with you!" And he finally introduces himself.
On their third date, he proposes and she accepts.
Their families are livid, hers especially. Neither of them have dated much at all, he's been focused on school and getting into college, he wants to be a doctor, and she just wasn't interested in dating. Until now.
When her father puts his foot down and forbids the marriage, she says simply, "Fine, then we'll just live together."
They're married nine days after her 16th birthday. In Oklahoma, you can't marry under the age of 16 unless you're pregnant, which she's not.
36 years later they are still married, still in love.
"He's my best friend," she tells me. They have two daughters, the oldest is an RN, the youngest a doctor, like her dad. Three beloved grandchildren.
When I ask her how she could have been so sure, she merely says, "I just knew. He says our souls recognized each other, and I think he's right."
Who am I to argue? I just wonder if my soulmate is still wandering around somewhere, wondering where the fuck I am and what's taking me so long.
She sees a boy she's never noticed before going into the band room, turns to her girlfriend and says matter-of-factly, "That's the boy I'm going to marry."
She doesn't even know his name.
After the high school graduation ceremony, which everyone in this small town attends, he comes over to her and asks, "When are you comin' to see me," and explains he's working as a lifeguard at the pool over the summer to help earn money for college. She demurs. She still doesn't know his name.
She waits until the end of June to go to the pool since she doesn't want to seem too eager. He immediately notices her sitting with her feet dangling in the water and on his next break heads over to her and asks, "What are you doin' tonight, besides going out with me?"
She replies, "Well, I guess I'll be going out with you!" And he finally introduces himself.
On their third date, he proposes and she accepts.
Their families are livid, hers especially. Neither of them have dated much at all, he's been focused on school and getting into college, he wants to be a doctor, and she just wasn't interested in dating. Until now.
When her father puts his foot down and forbids the marriage, she says simply, "Fine, then we'll just live together."
They're married nine days after her 16th birthday. In Oklahoma, you can't marry under the age of 16 unless you're pregnant, which she's not.
36 years later they are still married, still in love.
"He's my best friend," she tells me. They have two daughters, the oldest is an RN, the youngest a doctor, like her dad. Three beloved grandchildren.
When I ask her how she could have been so sure, she merely says, "I just knew. He says our souls recognized each other, and I think he's right."
Who am I to argue? I just wonder if my soulmate is still wandering around somewhere, wondering where the fuck I am and what's taking me so long.
Emo.
Heard this song in the car today, and I started to cry. *sigh*
Why am I so emo lately? I cry at the drop of a hat. I think everybody hates me (well, okay, ALMOST everybody), and I'm convinced I'll die old, alone, and lonely.
I hate feeling this way.
Why am I so emo lately? I cry at the drop of a hat. I think everybody hates me (well, okay, ALMOST everybody), and I'm convinced I'll die old, alone, and lonely.
I hate feeling this way.
Monday, September 06, 2010
Happy Endings?
One week, plus...
since I quit the caffeine, and I'm going strong. I feel MUCH better since I'm sleeping better. And I'm not totally mental anymore. Much. Or at least not more than usual. :D
There's no relief...
quite like getting pulled over for speeding on your way to work, getting a ticket, then realizing an hour later, as you look at your "ticket", that it's really only a warning.
*whew*
Dodged that bullet!
Thank you, S.Brown!
*whew*
Dodged that bullet!
Thank you, S.Brown!
Sunday, September 05, 2010
Squeeee!
The spa is now open seven days a week!
I picked up the entire Monday shift (I'll be the only massage therapist on duty), and Thursday afternoons from 2-7PM. Here's hoping I get some clients!
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!
I picked up the entire Monday shift (I'll be the only massage therapist on duty), and Thursday afternoons from 2-7PM. Here's hoping I get some clients!
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!
The Kitties...
have discovered a FUN new game!
::TMI ALERT::TMI ALERT::TMI ALERT::TMI ALERT::TMI ALERT::
I use OB tampons. Hey, I grew up in Germany. They don't have tampons with applicators (or at least they didn't back in the 80's, who knows now?). Applicators scare me. They scare me so much so, in fact, that if I'm forced by emergency measures to use a tampon with applicator, I'll tear the applicator open and proceed as per usual with the tampon I find inside.
That being said, I have a small container that holds a multitude of said OB tampons in my bathroom. The bathroom that is the quarantine area for Bruiser, one of my kittens, who was neutered on Thursday and must remain sequestered until Monday in order for his stitches to heal. Imagine what a bored kitten can get up to in a bathroom. *shudder*
Now Pipsqueak, Bruiser's brother, is not pleased with this situation, neither is Bruiser, of course. They are used to being together and playing all day and all night, and have been spending hours at a time mewing piteously under the bathroom door at each other.
BUT WAIT...what are these intriguing cylindrical objects, wrapped in shiny plastic?!
TOYS!!! SHINY, BITE-SIZED TOYS FOR KITTENS!!!! MOM LOVES US!!!!!
Imagine my chagrin as I watched a tampon slowly roll underneath the bedroom door, across a couple feet of carpet, to fetch up against my foot. Yes, the incarcerated Bruiser was batting the tampons underneath the bathroom door into the hallway, where lonely, neglected Pipsqueak passed them on to me, whether I wanted them or not...
Demented kitties! At least they are using pristine, brand-new, never-been-used, still-in-their-original-wrapping tampons! Unlike my dogs...
*sigh*
::TMI ALERT::TMI ALERT::TMI ALERT::TMI ALERT::TMI ALERT::
I use OB tampons. Hey, I grew up in Germany. They don't have tampons with applicators (or at least they didn't back in the 80's, who knows now?). Applicators scare me. They scare me so much so, in fact, that if I'm forced by emergency measures to use a tampon with applicator, I'll tear the applicator open and proceed as per usual with the tampon I find inside.
That being said, I have a small container that holds a multitude of said OB tampons in my bathroom. The bathroom that is the quarantine area for Bruiser, one of my kittens, who was neutered on Thursday and must remain sequestered until Monday in order for his stitches to heal. Imagine what a bored kitten can get up to in a bathroom. *shudder*
Now Pipsqueak, Bruiser's brother, is not pleased with this situation, neither is Bruiser, of course. They are used to being together and playing all day and all night, and have been spending hours at a time mewing piteously under the bathroom door at each other.
BUT WAIT...what are these intriguing cylindrical objects, wrapped in shiny plastic?!
TOYS!!! SHINY, BITE-SIZED TOYS FOR KITTENS!!!! MOM LOVES US!!!!!
Imagine my chagrin as I watched a tampon slowly roll underneath the bedroom door, across a couple feet of carpet, to fetch up against my foot. Yes, the incarcerated Bruiser was batting the tampons underneath the bathroom door into the hallway, where lonely, neglected Pipsqueak passed them on to me, whether I wanted them or not...
Demented kitties! At least they are using pristine, brand-new, never-been-used, still-in-their-original-wrapping tampons! Unlike my dogs...
*sigh*
Saturday, September 04, 2010
It's really wonderful...
to meet a dear friend in person for the first time, and have all your ridiculously high expectations not merely met, but completely exceeded!
Thursday night, Holly, her lovely husband, JPG, and I had the opportunity to meet Brigid IRL, and I was so excited and nervous, I almost went 'splodey! (Which would have been messy.)
Holly and JPG had had a restaurant recommended by a friend that they wanted to try out, so we headed to Del Frisco's Double Eagle Steakhouse, where we were treated to some really, REALLY excellent food (GO, MEAT!), which almost put us all into a food coma. The best part of the evening, though, was not the food, as excellent as it was, it was the company. Holly and JPG are always a delight, but the addition of the beautiful and sparkling Brigid to our intrepid trio was what made the evening extra special.
Good food, good drink, and good company. As far as I'm concerned, that's the trifecta of WIN. I hope we can all get together again really soon. :)
Thursday night, Holly, her lovely husband, JPG, and I had the opportunity to meet Brigid IRL, and I was so excited and nervous, I almost went 'splodey! (Which would have been messy.)
Holly and JPG had had a restaurant recommended by a friend that they wanted to try out, so we headed to Del Frisco's Double Eagle Steakhouse, where we were treated to some really, REALLY excellent food (GO, MEAT!), which almost put us all into a food coma. The best part of the evening, though, was not the food, as excellent as it was, it was the company. Holly and JPG are always a delight, but the addition of the beautiful and sparkling Brigid to our intrepid trio was what made the evening extra special.
Good food, good drink, and good company. As far as I'm concerned, that's the trifecta of WIN. I hope we can all get together again really soon. :)
Wednesday, September 01, 2010
What...
is my subconscious trying to tell me?
I dreamed I was in microbiology lab, and that a tiny rattlesnake slithered in and bit me several times. Mostly in my foot (I was wearing my favorite, comfy sandals), but once in my calf.
The instructor and the other students didn't seem too concerned, they just told me to wrap my leg and foot up in gauze and elevate it. The class continued.
I think this has to do with the fact that we don't wear gloves in this lab, and that there's no hand washing station in the lab, either. I think that's a bit unsanitary, don't you?
I dreamed I was in microbiology lab, and that a tiny rattlesnake slithered in and bit me several times. Mostly in my foot (I was wearing my favorite, comfy sandals), but once in my calf.
The instructor and the other students didn't seem too concerned, they just told me to wrap my leg and foot up in gauze and elevate it. The class continued.
I think this has to do with the fact that we don't wear gloves in this lab, and that there's no hand washing station in the lab, either. I think that's a bit unsanitary, don't you?
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Adios
One of my very favorite Rammstein songs. Apparently they never made a video of it. It's a song about a heroin addict who overdoses. It's very powerful (not to mention catchy, to me anyway!)
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Monday, August 30, 2010
Incentive!
I had forgotten one of the biggest perks of working out at the gym I patronize...EYE CANDY!! Somehow it makes all the sweating and straining easier when you have something (or someone) to ogle. Discreetly, naturally. ;)
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Oh God, People!
I know I've said this before, but it (obviously) bears repeating: Please, for my nasal passages' sake, TAKE A FUCKING SHOWER BEFORE YOUR MASSAGE. And, if you possibly can, refrain from farting. Thanks, your therapist will appreciate it.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Detox
I had my very last cup of caffeinated ANYTHING this morning. I'm tired of wanting to answer "Tired" anytime anyone asks me how I'm doing.
Because that's how I've felt over the past few months. Either tired or wired. I call the wired part "fake awake".
I know that caffeine is not a big deal at all to most people. A lot of people need it, and take it (drink it, whatever), but they can still sleep normally, etc.
But I'm so damn sensitive to it, that my entire sleep cycle is disrupted. I'm so done with that! I want to feel normal again.
So, starting tomorrow: Decaf TEA, at the most. Plus water, lots of it. And Monday I head back to the gym.
Because that's how I've felt over the past few months. Either tired or wired. I call the wired part "fake awake".
I know that caffeine is not a big deal at all to most people. A lot of people need it, and take it (drink it, whatever), but they can still sleep normally, etc.
But I'm so damn sensitive to it, that my entire sleep cycle is disrupted. I'm so done with that! I want to feel normal again.
So, starting tomorrow: Decaf TEA, at the most. Plus water, lots of it. And Monday I head back to the gym.
Time to jet...
and I'm not even in my uniform yet...d'oh!
Anyway, time to head to work. Looks like it'll be a slow day, but I'm taking my microbiology textbook with me, and my laptop of course. I'll be able to get something accomplished, even if I don't make any money!
Hope all y'all have a fantastic Saturday!
Anyway, time to head to work. Looks like it'll be a slow day, but I'm taking my microbiology textbook with me, and my laptop of course. I'll be able to get something accomplished, even if I don't make any money!
Hope all y'all have a fantastic Saturday!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
No more!
Caffeine after noon, that is. Rising four AM and I STILL can't sleep. ARGH!
My dog just peed on the carpet (probably because of a totally disrupted schedule, and probably because I'm so groggy I didn't notice his cues), and I know I'm going to be so fucking miserable later (I can't exactly say "in the morning", because it IS morning already!).
Oh, well.
In other news, I sexed one of my kittens wrong. Pipsqueak is Bruiser's BROTHER, not his sister. It's just that he's not as developed as his brother and his balls haven't dropped yet. Sheesh. At least I didn't name him "Buttercup" or "Daisy"...
In other, OTHER news, my fall classes started this week and I think I'm going to really enjoy them! Except for maybe my Microbiology lab...I'll have to see how much I can improve.
To quote JayG, "That is all."
My dog just peed on the carpet (probably because of a totally disrupted schedule, and probably because I'm so groggy I didn't notice his cues), and I know I'm going to be so fucking miserable later (I can't exactly say "in the morning", because it IS morning already!).
Oh, well.
In other news, I sexed one of my kittens wrong. Pipsqueak is Bruiser's BROTHER, not his sister. It's just that he's not as developed as his brother and his balls haven't dropped yet. Sheesh. At least I didn't name him "Buttercup" or "Daisy"...
In other, OTHER news, my fall classes started this week and I think I'm going to really enjoy them! Except for maybe my Microbiology lab...I'll have to see how much I can improve.
To quote JayG, "That is all."
Sunday, August 22, 2010
I can't visualize it...
A client I massaged recently is a bra fitter for a lingerie company she owns. Out of curiosity, I asked her what the largest cup size was that she'd ever sized. Her answer?
O
Yes, "O"!
I stuttered, "As in, 'OH. MY. GOD.'?!"
She just laughed. :)
O
Yes, "O"!
I stuttered, "As in, 'OH. MY. GOD.'?!"
She just laughed. :)
Friday, August 20, 2010
This SUCKS...
Moving sucks.
Moving when it's a bazillion degrees outside sucks even more.
Moving when it's a bazillion degrees outside and the A/C unit at the house decides to go on vacation sucks the most.
Moving my internet is the UBER-SUCK, however. Especially when I arranged the move at LEAST six weeks ago, was assured my new address was in their service area, then come to find, "Oops, sorry...the signal is too weak!" That makes me want to kill somebody. To cap it off, since it's been (obviously) less than two years since I signed on with them, I have to pay a whopping cancellation fee. The bastards! Grrrrr.
Getting NEW and FASTER internet within a DAY rocks.
Getting away from a, shall we say, rather PARANOID roommate is absolutely priceless, and worth all the hassle and expense. :)
Yes, that is a sign at my former place of residence. Yes, he's booby-trapped the garage, workshop, and all outbuildings, since he's away on business and is tired of being robbed when he's away. I'm still not done moving all my stuff out, though today will definitely finish everything off, and I'm so tired, I'm afraid I'll open the door from the kitchen to the garage without thinking, and get shot. *sigh* Better drink more coffee...
Moving when it's a bazillion degrees outside sucks even more.
Moving when it's a bazillion degrees outside and the A/C unit at the house decides to go on vacation sucks the most.
Moving my internet is the UBER-SUCK, however. Especially when I arranged the move at LEAST six weeks ago, was assured my new address was in their service area, then come to find, "Oops, sorry...the signal is too weak!" That makes me want to kill somebody. To cap it off, since it's been (obviously) less than two years since I signed on with them, I have to pay a whopping cancellation fee. The bastards! Grrrrr.
Getting NEW and FASTER internet within a DAY rocks.
Getting away from a, shall we say, rather PARANOID roommate is absolutely priceless, and worth all the hassle and expense. :)
Yes, that is a sign at my former place of residence. Yes, he's booby-trapped the garage, workshop, and all outbuildings, since he's away on business and is tired of being robbed when he's away. I'm still not done moving all my stuff out, though today will definitely finish everything off, and I'm so tired, I'm afraid I'll open the door from the kitchen to the garage without thinking, and get shot. *sigh* Better drink more coffee...
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Fun to the Nth Power...
One week ago today (and how time flies when you're busier than a beaver during dam-building season...), my girls picked me up from work and we headed, with dogs in tow, to Elsewhere, TX for a wonderful, fun-filled evening of playing Munchkin, a wacky card game none of us had tried before. LawDog and Phlegmmy were the bestest hosts, as always, and served up some Texas barbecue that was a delicious farewell dinner for my girls.
While much fun was had, my twins especially were a bit apprehensive. We had a big day planned for Monday, and after the lastdebacle experience, going to a range and shooting seemed a little scary to them.
Those fears were quickly laid to rest!
JPG and Matt G. had been kind enough to extend an invitation to go to their sooper sekrit range, and we jumped at the offer! My new roommate Mulligan, his dad and stepmom (Dan and Judy) were also part of our party. Thank God Mulligan is smart, 'cause he picked up a gigantic awning at Sam's Club and thus heroically saved us all from heat stroke. It was horrendously hot last Monday, but we were all prepared with copious amounts of cold beverages, hats, and sunblock.
We formed a convoy, and after I negotiated the pasture in my dinky, low-profile car, we arrived at the range and got started setting up.
After the awning was assembled, we all got our goodies out and placed them lovingly on the table. This is only a small portion of the stuff that goes BANG! that was there that day.
Then, while Matt mowed the grass into firing lanes, JPG went over range commands and the four rules. Thankfully, my girls (and myself!) were attentive listeners. Safety comes first! JPG also explained the sometimes confusing nomenclature relating to firearms and shooting. Then the fun really began!
Can't forget eye and ear protection!
We started with rifles...
Then handguns. Of course, we took many breaks, since it was hotter than the lowest level of Hades out there. I believe I mentioned that, no? ;)
In between, I got to finally shoot with MY gun, w00t! *ahem*
I hit the evil monster eye, right in the pupil!
Thanks, AD! Your gift is truly stupendous. :)
The highlight and finale of the day was JPG's beautiful Thompson. We all got a chance to try it out, and several water bottles tragically lost their lives during our instruction. Pity, that. :D
That is one heavy gun!
Bottom line is, it was a spectacular day with this outcome:
No other words are necessary.
While much fun was had, my twins especially were a bit apprehensive. We had a big day planned for Monday, and after the last
Those fears were quickly laid to rest!
JPG and Matt G. had been kind enough to extend an invitation to go to their sooper sekrit range, and we jumped at the offer! My new roommate Mulligan, his dad and stepmom (Dan and Judy) were also part of our party. Thank God Mulligan is smart, 'cause he picked up a gigantic awning at Sam's Club and thus heroically saved us all from heat stroke. It was horrendously hot last Monday, but we were all prepared with copious amounts of cold beverages, hats, and sunblock.
We formed a convoy, and after I negotiated the pasture in my dinky, low-profile car, we arrived at the range and got started setting up.
After the awning was assembled, we all got our goodies out and placed them lovingly on the table. This is only a small portion of the stuff that goes BANG! that was there that day.
Then, while Matt mowed the grass into firing lanes, JPG went over range commands and the four rules. Thankfully, my girls (and myself!) were attentive listeners. Safety comes first! JPG also explained the sometimes confusing nomenclature relating to firearms and shooting. Then the fun really began!
Can't forget eye and ear protection!
We started with rifles...
Then handguns. Of course, we took many breaks, since it was hotter than the lowest level of Hades out there. I believe I mentioned that, no? ;)
In between, I got to finally shoot with MY gun, w00t! *ahem*
I hit the evil monster eye, right in the pupil!
Thanks, AD! Your gift is truly stupendous. :)
The highlight and finale of the day was JPG's beautiful Thompson. We all got a chance to try it out, and several water bottles tragically lost their lives during our instruction. Pity, that. :D
That is one heavy gun!
Bottom line is, it was a spectacular day with this outcome:
No other words are necessary.
Another massage protip...
If you're menstruating and use a pad instead of a tampon, it's totally okay for you to wear your underwear during the massage. No, really...trust me, I won't mind.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
While I'm still going through shooting pics...
Here's a little something to tide y'all over!
Two songs. Different eras (one from 1982, the other 1998), one New Wave, the other Techno/Metal. One British band, the other German. You might wonder what I'm getting at, but these songs do have something in common: subject matter! The songs are almost identical in subject matter: pursuit of the female. The Rammstein song is even titled "Du Riechst So Gut" which means "You smell so good." Anyway, I love both songs and both videos, so I thought I'd put 'em up here.
Enjoy!
Yes, I have rather eclectic tastes.
Two songs. Different eras (one from 1982, the other 1998), one New Wave, the other Techno/Metal. One British band, the other German. You might wonder what I'm getting at, but these songs do have something in common: subject matter! The songs are almost identical in subject matter: pursuit of the female. The Rammstein song is even titled "Du Riechst So Gut" which means "You smell so good." Anyway, I love both songs and both videos, so I thought I'd put 'em up here.
Enjoy!
Yes, I have rather eclectic tastes.
Monday, August 09, 2010
Seen on the way to the gun range...
a sign on the outside of a liquor store:
God is Great
Beer is Good
People R Crazy
AAR from the range plus lots of pics to follow, when I'm not so exhausted!
Thanks so much to JPG and Matt G. for sharing not only their sooper seekrit range with myself and my girls, but also their firearms, ammo, and most importantly, their expertise and outstanding instruction.
Gentlemen, massages are coming your way! Prepare yourselves.
God is Great
Beer is Good
People R Crazy
AAR from the range plus lots of pics to follow, when I'm not so exhausted!
Thanks so much to JPG and Matt G. for sharing not only their sooper seekrit range with myself and my girls, but also their firearms, ammo, and most importantly, their expertise and outstanding instruction.
Gentlemen, massages are coming your way! Prepare yourselves.
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Isn't that special?
I was getting some much-needed coffee in the hotel employee breakroom, which we spa folks are graciously permitted to use, when I noticed the box for nominations for Employee of the Month. On top of the box were the stacked forms one uses to actually nominate an employee for this honor.
Too bad each and every one of them says "Employee of the Month Ballet" on it!
The stupid, it burns!
I really should take advantage of the proximity of the suggestion box to point this out to whomever...
Too bad each and every one of them says "Employee of the Month Ballet" on it!
The stupid, it burns!
I really should take advantage of the proximity of the suggestion box to point this out to whomever...
Saturday, August 07, 2010
The force is strong in this one...
I corrected an oversight this evening and had Tally watch Star Wars Episode 4: A New Hope. Over the next few days we'll catch the other two movies (you know, the only ones that count...)
Tally was rather underwhelmed by the movie, but one thing she did LOVE...James Earl Jones' Darth Vader.
Her comment? "James Earl Jones could kick your ass with his voice! PHYSICALLY!"
We all cracked up. :D
In other news, even though I haven't moved yet, my two kittens have already been transferred from dangerous (not to mention HOT) outdoor living to my future abode. With amusing results...;)
Tally was rather underwhelmed by the movie, but one thing she did LOVE...James Earl Jones' Darth Vader.
Her comment? "James Earl Jones could kick your ass with his voice! PHYSICALLY!"
We all cracked up. :D
In other news, even though I haven't moved yet, my two kittens have already been transferred from dangerous (not to mention HOT) outdoor living to my future abode. With amusing results...;)
Thursday, August 05, 2010
Overheard inside the car...
"STOP! Only *I* am qualified to rummage in Mom's Black Hole™!"
I guess you had to have been there...
I guess you had to have been there...
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
File this one under "Movies I'll Never Watch, Under ANY Circumstances!"
Have y'all seen "The Client List" with Jennifer Love Hewitt? No? GOOD!
I haven't either, since I was lucky enough to read a very informative review of this stinker at Go Fug Yourself!
Why bother seeing a craptastic movie when there are other folks perfectly willing to do it for you, then write scathing (not to mention SNARKY) reviews about it?
The basic premise of the movie is that Jennifer Love Hewitt is a massage therapist whose husband just lost his job, and in desperation, she accepts a job at the naughty kind of massage place. *Sigh* Plus, she gets addicted to cocaine while she's there. *Sigh* again.
Go read the review, then tell me if you still desire to see this movie.
The best line comes at the very end, and I quote:
"Massage therapists the world over are saying, 'Thank you, Jennifer Love Hewitt, for helping fuel the stereotype that we are all secret prostitutes.'"
Yeah, thanks a lot, Bitch. And thank you, Hollywood, for churning out such dreck.
Tip o' the hat to Lissa, who was kind enough to email me the review.
I haven't either, since I was lucky enough to read a very informative review of this stinker at Go Fug Yourself!
Why bother seeing a craptastic movie when there are other folks perfectly willing to do it for you, then write scathing (not to mention SNARKY) reviews about it?
The basic premise of the movie is that Jennifer Love Hewitt is a massage therapist whose husband just lost his job, and in desperation, she accepts a job at the naughty kind of massage place. *Sigh* Plus, she gets addicted to cocaine while she's there. *Sigh* again.
Go read the review, then tell me if you still desire to see this movie.
The best line comes at the very end, and I quote:
"Massage therapists the world over are saying, 'Thank you, Jennifer Love Hewitt, for helping fuel the stereotype that we are all secret prostitutes.'"
Yeah, thanks a lot, Bitch. And thank you, Hollywood, for churning out such dreck.
Tip o' the hat to Lissa, who was kind enough to email me the review.
THANK YOU!!!!
Back around the 4th of July, I happened to win a contest at my friend Crystal's blog. She and her husband and adorable daughter Elanor (I'd call her husband adorable, but they might both kick my ass...) have fairly recently relocated to Singapore where Ravi has landed an awesome job.
My contest prize just arrived today, and I'm so excited and pleased! It's like it's my birthday and Christmas, all rolled up into one epic ball of WIN!
We have a nifty American Embassy in Singapore tote bag, a snarky t-shirt, a beautiful preserved orchid, a Singapore postcard, and some rather intriguing foodstuffs. Yes, those are indeed seaweed-flavored Pringles potato chips. And some mango-filled cookies. I'm too chicken to try the chips right now, but Silver reports that they taste delicious. We *all* can attest to the tastiness of the mango cookies...NOM. Yes, food doesn't last long in these here parts...;)
Thank you again, Crystal! I love everything, and it will all be cherished (except for the food, that will be devoured. Quickly.) I can't believe I got stuff from SINGAPORE!
And thanks to Elanor, who had the wisdom and kindness, not to mention the manual dexterity, to pull my name out of the hat!
My contest prize just arrived today, and I'm so excited and pleased! It's like it's my birthday and Christmas, all rolled up into one epic ball of WIN!
We have a nifty American Embassy in Singapore tote bag, a snarky t-shirt, a beautiful preserved orchid, a Singapore postcard, and some rather intriguing foodstuffs. Yes, those are indeed seaweed-flavored Pringles potato chips. And some mango-filled cookies. I'm too chicken to try the chips right now, but Silver reports that they taste delicious. We *all* can attest to the tastiness of the mango cookies...NOM. Yes, food doesn't last long in these here parts...;)
Thank you again, Crystal! I love everything, and it will all be cherished (except for the food, that will be devoured. Quickly.) I can't believe I got stuff from SINGAPORE!
And thanks to Elanor, who had the wisdom and kindness, not to mention the manual dexterity, to pull my name out of the hat!
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
"Curse you, Joss Whedon!" (WARNING: SPOILERS!)
So, the girls finally caught up with Firefly; we watched the final three episodes on Sunday night. Yesterday was "Serenity" time.
Oh, dear.
The weeping, wailing, and lamentation could be heard far and wide.
Crying copious amounts of tears, her face and shirt-front wet, Silver sat in my room, shaking her fist and shouting, "Curse you, Joss Whedon! Why did you have to kill my favorite character in the whole show?!"
The twins were almost as upset, but they held it together better. Plus, they were objective enough to remark that it really was a very good film. Despite the killing off of favorite characters.
Silver also said there is no way she'll ever be able to re-watch the series, now that she knows how it ends.
Reminds me of me, a few weeks back, getting rid of my entire Anita Blake series.
The apple doesn't fall far, and all that.
I wonder if she'll ever trust me to pick a movie again...
Oh, dear.
The weeping, wailing, and lamentation could be heard far and wide.
Crying copious amounts of tears, her face and shirt-front wet, Silver sat in my room, shaking her fist and shouting, "Curse you, Joss Whedon! Why did you have to kill my favorite character in the whole show?!"
The twins were almost as upset, but they held it together better. Plus, they were objective enough to remark that it really was a very good film. Despite the killing off of favorite characters.
Silver also said there is no way she'll ever be able to re-watch the series, now that she knows how it ends.
Reminds me of me, a few weeks back, getting rid of my entire Anita Blake series.
The apple doesn't fall far, and all that.
I wonder if she'll ever trust me to pick a movie again...
Monday, August 02, 2010
Memorable moments from this weekend...
-Jim's addition to my Four Rules flashcards:
Mine (so my girls can practice):
His:
-Hunting kittens by flashlight so that the Rabbits could adopt Daley and take him home with them (thank you!)
-Disappearing Appetizer and Disappearing Pie. NOM
-Literally kicking Jim's ass. Once for me and once for JayG, as promised.
-Shoe wars (just kidding!)
-Handing my phone around to everyone so they could talk to Wai, and hearing them go, "It's WAI? NO WAY!" (I'm easily amused)
-The image of Evylrobot Michael in swim trunks, hat, sunglasses, and cowboy boots.
-Apologizing to Ambulance Driver for having said "Shit-tons" possibly within earshot of KatyBeth, only to have him reply, "Don't worry about it, I didn't hear a fucking thing..."
-Having my daughters and/or KatyBeth repeatedly bring the Uno cards to me to be shuffled.
-OkieRhio manning the grill, and thereby rescuing the food from a fate worse than death (that would be moi!)
-MY GUN
-Getting flung off of an inner-tube at high speed, on numerous occasions.
-Apricot pound-cake
-My twins entertaining the guests with their amazing, nostril-closing skills:
-Getting field sobriety tested by Matt G. And failing. "Turn around please, Ma'am and put your hands behind your back." YIKES!
-Jenni shaking her eyes in circles (very freaky!)
-Harley and Tucker going from person to person and getting lovin'.
-Playing Refrigerator Tetris with all of the leftovers.
-Receiving a call from Brigid.
-Being admired for my forearm strength and the muscle definition in said forearms. And for how well my veins pop up!
-Being asked at work if I'd had sex, since my face had "a glow" (FYI, no I didn't have sex, but I did spend time on the water...)
-Moving folks from my "Daily Reads" to "Bloggers I've Met" in my sidebar. :)
-Being aware that some guests were live-blogging or IM-ing. I LOVE BLOGGERS!
-Hearing my daughters' shrieks of (joyful) terror as they were being towed behind a jet-ski on an inner-tube.
-Jim kissing me on the cheek. Because Brigid told him to...
-Eating birthday cake ice cream
-MY GUN
-Giving NcongruNt a chair massage while he was chatting on the Gunblogger Conspiracy IRC, around 4 AM or so.
-Having everyone applaud and cheer when I shouted "I have a GUN!"
-My first gun pr0n:
-Getting to play with a bunch of folks' guns, and having my daughters do the same.
-Hugging folks without being able to tell if they're carrying or not.
-Jim bolting away from bewbies.
-Unbelievably gooey, tasty brownies (are y'all sensing a theme here?)
-Desiree's gorgeous hair. And her husband's too!
-Chatting with Farmmom on the phone, while sitting on the banks of a lake.
-Seeing my friends from work talking to my blogging friends and having a good time doing so.
-Being really sore and very tired, but still feeling GREAT, 'cause it's a GOOD sore and tired.
-MY GUN.
-Most of all, meeting wonderful, incredible people, and catching up with old friends!
Mine (so my girls can practice):
His:
-Hunting kittens by flashlight so that the Rabbits could adopt Daley and take him home with them (thank you!)
-Disappearing Appetizer and Disappearing Pie. NOM
-Literally kicking Jim's ass. Once for me and once for JayG, as promised.
-Shoe wars (just kidding!)
-Handing my phone around to everyone so they could talk to Wai, and hearing them go, "It's WAI? NO WAY!" (I'm easily amused)
-The image of Evylrobot Michael in swim trunks, hat, sunglasses, and cowboy boots.
-Apologizing to Ambulance Driver for having said "Shit-tons" possibly within earshot of KatyBeth, only to have him reply, "Don't worry about it, I didn't hear a fucking thing..."
-Having my daughters and/or KatyBeth repeatedly bring the Uno cards to me to be shuffled.
-OkieRhio manning the grill, and thereby rescuing the food from a fate worse than death (that would be moi!)
-MY GUN
-Getting flung off of an inner-tube at high speed, on numerous occasions.
-Apricot pound-cake
-My twins entertaining the guests with their amazing, nostril-closing skills:
-Getting field sobriety tested by Matt G. And failing. "Turn around please, Ma'am and put your hands behind your back." YIKES!
-Jenni shaking her eyes in circles (very freaky!)
-Harley and Tucker going from person to person and getting lovin'.
-Playing Refrigerator Tetris with all of the leftovers.
-Receiving a call from Brigid.
-Being admired for my forearm strength and the muscle definition in said forearms. And for how well my veins pop up!
-Being asked at work if I'd had sex, since my face had "a glow" (FYI, no I didn't have sex, but I did spend time on the water...)
-Moving folks from my "Daily Reads" to "Bloggers I've Met" in my sidebar. :)
-Being aware that some guests were live-blogging or IM-ing. I LOVE BLOGGERS!
-Hearing my daughters' shrieks of (joyful) terror as they were being towed behind a jet-ski on an inner-tube.
-Jim kissing me on the cheek. Because Brigid told him to...
-Eating birthday cake ice cream
-MY GUN
-Giving NcongruNt a chair massage while he was chatting on the Gunblogger Conspiracy IRC, around 4 AM or so.
-Having everyone applaud and cheer when I shouted "I have a GUN!"
-My first gun pr0n:
-Getting to play with a bunch of folks' guns, and having my daughters do the same.
-Hugging folks without being able to tell if they're carrying or not.
-Jim bolting away from bewbies.
-Unbelievably gooey, tasty brownies (are y'all sensing a theme here?)
-Desiree's gorgeous hair. And her husband's too!
-Chatting with Farmmom on the phone, while sitting on the banks of a lake.
-Seeing my friends from work talking to my blogging friends and having a good time doing so.
-Being really sore and very tired, but still feeling GREAT, 'cause it's a GOOD sore and tired.
-MY GUN.
-Most of all, meeting wonderful, incredible people, and catching up with old friends!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Epic. Party.
Well, I had a fantastic evening! You know why? Because it really looked like my guests were having a fantastic evening, and that's what really matters. :)
Plenty of food and drink, TONS of great conversation, lots of laughter, mix well, and you have the recipe for a good time.
Add guns, and you have a fantastic party for gun bloggers!
Did I mention yet that I OWN A GUN NOW????!!!!!
I received the most fabulous hostess gift EVAR: a .22 rifle from Ambulance Driver, for which I actually have plenty of ammo, coincidentally. And there just happens to be a range here in town...
Oh, and you could hear my shout of "I HAVE A GUN!!!" probably all the way in California...and only a group of gun bloggers would respond to that shout with cheers and applause. :)
I'm relieved, because now I know the State of Texas won't throw me out...I was starting to worry.
Anyway, the party wasn't over until around 3:00 AM, I didn't get to bed until 4:30, what with cleaning up and such (LEFTOVERS RULE!), and soon I'll be at the range, plinking away at targets. Life is very good.
Thank you to all of my wonderful guests, and those absent friends who called, texted, and IMed to wish us a good time. You are all so much appreciated!
Plenty of food and drink, TONS of great conversation, lots of laughter, mix well, and you have the recipe for a good time.
Add guns, and you have a fantastic party for gun bloggers!
Did I mention yet that I OWN A GUN NOW????!!!!!
I received the most fabulous hostess gift EVAR: a .22 rifle from Ambulance Driver, for which I actually have plenty of ammo, coincidentally. And there just happens to be a range here in town...
Oh, and you could hear my shout of "I HAVE A GUN!!!" probably all the way in California...and only a group of gun bloggers would respond to that shout with cheers and applause. :)
I'm relieved, because now I know the State of Texas won't throw me out...I was starting to worry.
Anyway, the party wasn't over until around 3:00 AM, I didn't get to bed until 4:30, what with cleaning up and such (LEFTOVERS RULE!), and soon I'll be at the range, plinking away at targets. Life is very good.
Thank you to all of my wonderful guests, and those absent friends who called, texted, and IMed to wish us a good time. You are all so much appreciated!
Friday, July 30, 2010
Today
is a very special day!
It's SCI-FI's birthday!
It's also Roismhaire's birthday!
Happy birthday, you two! I hope you have a very wonderful one. :)
Oh, I believe I'm having a party this evening, as well.
It's SCI-FI's birthday!
It's also Roismhaire's birthday!
Happy birthday, you two! I hope you have a very wonderful one. :)
Oh, I believe I'm having a party this evening, as well.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Say it ain't so!!!
You are 31% hippie.
You're not in the lowest bracket of non-hippie-hood, but you're close. I advise a field trip to a food co-op or a farmer's market. Do a few interviews and take notes, because there will be a quiz next week to see if you've learned anything.
Are you a hippie?
Take More Quizzes
Okay, I'm lactose intolerant! I drink soy milk! That doesn't make me a hippie!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
I really want to know...
why a man would have a gigantic tattoo of his own first name across his upper back, from shoulder to shoulder. Anyone know? Anyone? Bueller?
Also, I've given this Massage Protip before, but it bears repeating: if you indicate to me that your entire hip hurts, from your lower back into your hamstring, and you request me to focus on this area, TAKE YOUR FUCKING UNDERWEAR OFF. There's only so much I can do if I have to work through the sheet. I've seen it all before, your ass is not special. Thank you.
Also, I've given this Massage Protip before, but it bears repeating: if you indicate to me that your entire hip hurts, from your lower back into your hamstring, and you request me to focus on this area, TAKE YOUR FUCKING UNDERWEAR OFF. There's only so much I can do if I have to work through the sheet. I've seen it all before, your ass is not special. Thank you.
Friday, July 23, 2010
One more week!
Until my big shindig/blogmeet/potluck!
If anyone still needs directions, email me! Lucrativepain@yahoo.com. See, that was easy!
If anyone still needs directions, email me! Lucrativepain@yahoo.com. See, that was easy!
Good News!
Last week, I had a problem finishing my long essay on the Werewolf Legend. I had a long, hard day at work on Saturday, and I didn't get home until 8 PM, and the essay was due at 11. I worked on it until 11:15, then threw in the towel and went to sleep. I set my alarm for 3:30 AM, got up and worked on the essay until right before I had to leave for work, and submitted it to the prof at 7:50 AM.
I'm a grown-up. I had read the syllabus and knew that the professor didn't accept any late work nor any excuses. I figured even if I got no credit, at least he'd see that I had completed the assignment. When I received an email from him later that Sunday, stating that he was sorry I submitted the essay too late to grade, I was not surprised, but I thanked him and told him I'd do better.
Imagine my shock and joy to see an email waiting in my inbox this morning, saying he'd reconsidered and was giving me credit for the essay (with the addendum, "Don't expect me to ever be this generous again." Duly noted, Sir!) I got tons of points taken off because of the tardiness of my submission, but a 68 is far better than a ZERO.
I firmly believe he did this because I didn't whine and beg like a titty-baby, nor make lame excuses, nor complain to the department head, etc. Whatever his reason, I'm very grateful and VERY determined not to make the same mistake again!
That being said, I'd better get to work on my next essay, due tomorrow night at 11 PM...
I'm a grown-up. I had read the syllabus and knew that the professor didn't accept any late work nor any excuses. I figured even if I got no credit, at least he'd see that I had completed the assignment. When I received an email from him later that Sunday, stating that he was sorry I submitted the essay too late to grade, I was not surprised, but I thanked him and told him I'd do better.
Imagine my shock and joy to see an email waiting in my inbox this morning, saying he'd reconsidered and was giving me credit for the essay (with the addendum, "Don't expect me to ever be this generous again." Duly noted, Sir!) I got tons of points taken off because of the tardiness of my submission, but a 68 is far better than a ZERO.
I firmly believe he did this because I didn't whine and beg like a titty-baby, nor make lame excuses, nor complain to the department head, etc. Whatever his reason, I'm very grateful and VERY determined not to make the same mistake again!
That being said, I'd better get to work on my next essay, due tomorrow night at 11 PM...
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
My camera's batteries died...
but not before I filmed some incredible cuteness: KITTENS NURSING!
The two kittens with collars are the ones I'm adopting in a few weeks, Bruiser and Pipsqueak. The kittens will be eight weeks old this Wednesday.
Just before the video ends, you can hear Pipsqueak's distinctive, high-pitched "mew", which gave her her name:
So precious!
The best thing is that they're old enough to purr now. Gotta love the little, purring engines. :)
The two kittens with collars are the ones I'm adopting in a few weeks, Bruiser and Pipsqueak. The kittens will be eight weeks old this Wednesday.
Just before the video ends, you can hear Pipsqueak's distinctive, high-pitched "mew", which gave her her name:
So precious!
The best thing is that they're old enough to purr now. Gotta love the little, purring engines. :)
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Overheard inside a treatment room...
Clueless Client (C.C.): Yeah, so my nephew used to do this when he was in college.
Elisha: Oh, what's that?
C.C.: He used to do massage. Then he got a REAL job.
Elisha (blink blink): Hm. Oh, really?!
C.C.: I didn't mean it THAT way!!
Elisha: ... (thinking: RIIIGHT! Asshole.)
I really can't make this shit up.
Elisha: Oh, what's that?
C.C.: He used to do massage. Then he got a REAL job.
Elisha (blink blink): Hm. Oh, really?!
C.C.: I didn't mean it THAT way!!
Elisha: ... (thinking: RIIIGHT! Asshole.)
I really can't make this shit up.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Two more weeks...
until my shindig/potluck/blogmeet/party!!!!!
Mark your calendars, Folks. Friday, July 30th beginning at 7 PM (but really, you can show up earlier if you like, I'll be here. :))
I'm nervous and excited, since I've never thrown a party like this. Hope y'all can make it out to visit, email me at lucrativepain@yahoo.com for address and directions.
I can't wait!
Mark your calendars, Folks. Friday, July 30th beginning at 7 PM (but really, you can show up earlier if you like, I'll be here. :))
I'm nervous and excited, since I've never thrown a party like this. Hope y'all can make it out to visit, email me at lucrativepain@yahoo.com for address and directions.
I can't wait!
Ass-kicking
My own, that is. I'm referring to the class I'm currently taking, English Composition II, which I had no concerns about when I enrolled, but which is now making me want to rip my hair out. In chunks.
Anyway, extremely light to nonexistent blogging for the foreseeable future, and I'm sorry for my girls having to listen to me whine so much. They think it's funny, though, so I guess it's okay!
Anyway, extremely light to nonexistent blogging for the foreseeable future, and I'm sorry for my girls having to listen to me whine so much. They think it's funny, though, so I guess it's okay!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Silly Gun Poem
I felt like playing. :)
EvylRobot started it:
Black and blocky
was the Glocky
that did slay
the Jabberwocky.
Followed by Jennifer:
Asked did he
upon demise
What could be
the caliber size.
Sarah* continued with:
Jabberwockies, so hard to slay,
will go down if they are shot
with a round starting with “four”
and bearing the name Gold Dot.
Even though I wasn't tagged, I felt moved to write the following:
The Jabberwock, not known for wit
is easy to be stalked.
You merely find a place to sit
and leave him to be Glocked.
He comes galumphing, trailing drool
and doesn't glance my way.
Oh, shit! No Vorpal-ammo, Fool!
He lives to die another day.
Anyone up for more verses? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
*Sarah can be found in my sidebar, under "Cranky Chicks with Guns", but blogger won't let me link in the body of the post.
Feel free to continue the epic!
Lissa, at "Looking for Lissa" in my blogroll (blogger just doesn't like wordpress links, Y'all!), composed the following in comments:
And as in uffish thought she stood,
The Goblin-wock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the front-door wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! NOT through-and-through
My lil' Siguette went snicker-snack!
The four nine-mil's quite turned its head
And put him on his back.
She's quite awesome, isn't she?
EvylRobot started it:
Black and blocky
was the Glocky
that did slay
the Jabberwocky.
Followed by Jennifer:
Asked did he
upon demise
What could be
the caliber size.
Sarah* continued with:
Jabberwockies, so hard to slay,
will go down if they are shot
with a round starting with “four”
and bearing the name Gold Dot.
Even though I wasn't tagged, I felt moved to write the following:
The Jabberwock, not known for wit
is easy to be stalked.
You merely find a place to sit
and leave him to be Glocked.
He comes galumphing, trailing drool
and doesn't glance my way.
Oh, shit! No Vorpal-ammo, Fool!
He lives to die another day.
Anyone up for more verses? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
*Sarah can be found in my sidebar, under "Cranky Chicks with Guns", but blogger won't let me link in the body of the post.
Feel free to continue the epic!
Lissa, at "Looking for Lissa" in my blogroll (blogger just doesn't like wordpress links, Y'all!), composed the following in comments:
And as in uffish thought she stood,
The Goblin-wock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the front-door wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! NOT through-and-through
My lil' Siguette went snicker-snack!
The four nine-mil's quite turned its head
And put him on his back.
She's quite awesome, isn't she?
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
I give up.
It really sucks when you've waited with bated breath for a book to come out, then waited some more to purchase it and savored the anticipation of reading it, only to be completely disappointed when you finally get to sink your teeth into it.
See, you can't exactly sink your teeth into fluff, now can you?
I'm a faithful Laurell K. Hamilton reader. I've been a huge fan of her "Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter" series from the very beginning. She CREATED the paranormal suspense genre, which has spawned so many imitators and competitors.
But she totally jumped the shark for me with her latest entry into the series, "Bullet".
If Anita Blake has to fuck one more were-ANYthing, her goddamn coochie should fall off. She should be permanently bow-legged, and damn if she can get anything done, what with all the orgies she *has* to participate in. For the good of humanity, of course. It's all bound up in her magic. Whatever. If I want to read porn ("erotica", if you will), I'll read porn, online, for free. Or I'll read some vintage Emma Holly, an author who KNOWS her stuff, and can really rev my engine. I don't have to spend 20 bucks to read about my former favorite supernatural crime-fighter fucking her way through St. Louis' (and the rest of America's, for that matter) Were community. Sex-sex-sex-FIGHT-sex-sex-sex-MAGIC-sex-sex-sex-PARTY-sex-sex-sex-FIGHT...*yawn*
If I still had my WalMart receipt, I'd take this pile of feces back and get a refund. I think I'll donate it to my local library, instead. Let somebody else try to get some enjoyment from this book. You never know, stranger things have happened!
See, you can't exactly sink your teeth into fluff, now can you?
I'm a faithful Laurell K. Hamilton reader. I've been a huge fan of her "Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter" series from the very beginning. She CREATED the paranormal suspense genre, which has spawned so many imitators and competitors.
But she totally jumped the shark for me with her latest entry into the series, "Bullet".
If Anita Blake has to fuck one more were-ANYthing, her goddamn coochie should fall off. She should be permanently bow-legged, and damn if she can get anything done, what with all the orgies she *has* to participate in. For the good of humanity, of course. It's all bound up in her magic. Whatever. If I want to read porn ("erotica", if you will), I'll read porn, online, for free. Or I'll read some vintage Emma Holly, an author who KNOWS her stuff, and can really rev my engine. I don't have to spend 20 bucks to read about my former favorite supernatural crime-fighter fucking her way through St. Louis' (and the rest of America's, for that matter) Were community. Sex-sex-sex-FIGHT-sex-sex-sex-MAGIC-sex-sex-sex-PARTY-sex-sex-sex-FIGHT...*yawn*
If I still had my WalMart receipt, I'd take this pile of feces back and get a refund. I think I'll donate it to my local library, instead. Let somebody else try to get some enjoyment from this book. You never know, stranger things have happened!
Too good to be true...
So, I made the big announcement about my days being doubled at the spa, right? Things were looking up, remember? Well, the day after the spa informed us of the happy news, my spa manager gave her two weeks' notice, which will eventually leave us with only one front desk person, Bri, who of course can't be expected to work seven days a week.
So, until a new part-time person is hired and trained, the spa is going to continue to open Wednesday-Sunday, leaving me again with only the weekends to work.
Sheesh, I can't seem to get ahead! Add to that the Malfunction Indication Light glaring at me from my car's dash, and you have a recipe for a very unhappy Christina.
Oh, and my English Comp II class started today...with an essay due this very night. Submitted with four minutes, three seconds to spare, and a bigger load of crap you've never seen. Wonder what grade I'll get for manure...
ANYWAY, still had a great day today, took the kiddos to the zoo, post with pics to follow, and we're going to the water park tomorrow...NO PICS! LOL. Hope y'all are out there having fun, stay out of the sun, stay hydrated, and all that jazz!
So, until a new part-time person is hired and trained, the spa is going to continue to open Wednesday-Sunday, leaving me again with only the weekends to work.
Sheesh, I can't seem to get ahead! Add to that the Malfunction Indication Light glaring at me from my car's dash, and you have a recipe for a very unhappy Christina.
Oh, and my English Comp II class started today...with an essay due this very night. Submitted with four minutes, three seconds to spare, and a bigger load of crap you've never seen. Wonder what grade I'll get for manure...
ANYWAY, still had a great day today, took the kiddos to the zoo, post with pics to follow, and we're going to the water park tomorrow...NO PICS! LOL. Hope y'all are out there having fun, stay out of the sun, stay hydrated, and all that jazz!
Saturday, July 10, 2010
WTF, over?!
I dunno, but it would make sense to me, if the State of Texas knew that a particular driver had a history of blackouts, WHILE DRIVING, for said State of Texas to perhaps YANK SAID DRIVER'S LICENSE!!!!
The stupid, it burns and all that.
The stupid, it burns and all that.
Epic Fourth...
This past Sunday, on Independence Day, my girls picked me up when I got off work and we headed down the highway toward Elsewhere, Texas, home of the lovely Phlegm Fatale and her beau, LawDog.
I could list all the fun stuff we did, but my twins have done such a stupendous job of it already, anything I added would be superfluous. Except neither of them mentioned LawDog's awesome chicken tortilla soup, of which we partook shortly after our arrival. OMNOMNOMNOM is all I'm sayin'...
Thank you, Phlegmmy and LawDog, for being very special, kind and generous people! It's an honor and a pleasure knowing you, and we had a blast! :)
I could list all the fun stuff we did, but my twins have done such a stupendous job of it already, anything I added would be superfluous. Except neither of them mentioned LawDog's awesome chicken tortilla soup, of which we partook shortly after our arrival. OMNOMNOMNOM is all I'm sayin'...
Thank you, Phlegmmy and LawDog, for being very special, kind and generous people! It's an honor and a pleasure knowing you, and we had a blast! :)
Monday, July 05, 2010
woo-HOO!
I can't believe I forgot to mention this, but my hours at the spa have been doubled! I'll now be working Sat-Tue, so I'll be making more money, thank goodness. And I finally had some clients at the salon last week, too! Things are definitely looking up in that area. And it's only going to get better, because I say so. ;)
Special...
In the past week, I've worked on two different ladies celebrating their respective wedding anniversaries. One lady has been married for FIFTY years, and the other FIFTY-FIVE!!!! Incredible. They're both still happy, in love, grateful.
It can be done. This gives me hope that there's someone out there, even for me.
As we say in Germany, every pot has its matching lid!
It can be done. This gives me hope that there's someone out there, even for me.
As we say in Germany, every pot has its matching lid!
Only I...
...could somehow manage to nick a nipple while shaving my thigh.
*sigh*
Well, it got in the way! It needs to learn how to dodge stray razors, is all I'm sayin'. And it bled like a sonofabitch. Let THAT be a lesson to it. Or me. Or something.
And FYI? It's fucking difficult to put a band-aid on a tiny cut on one's nipple, so that it is effective, anyway.
*sigh*
Well, it got in the way! It needs to learn how to dodge stray razors, is all I'm sayin'. And it bled like a sonofabitch. Let THAT be a lesson to it. Or me. Or something.
And FYI? It's fucking difficult to put a band-aid on a tiny cut on one's nipple, so that it is effective, anyway.
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Happy Independence Day!!!
I proudly show my colors, how about you?
Hope y'all are out having a good one.
Hope y'all are out having a good one.
Comment of the day...
at work, from an 80-year-old retired school teacher, after her massage:
"If I were to grade you, you'd get an A+!"
Really made my day. Especially since she repeated it to my spa manager. :)
"If I were to grade you, you'd get an A+!"
Really made my day. Especially since she repeated it to my spa manager. :)
Saturday, July 03, 2010
Going to Cabela's...
...makes me wet.
Seriously, just walking across the parking lot towards the store, where I would be able to fondle all the lovely handguns, was sufficient.
Stupid rain. Should have brought my umbrella.
Seriously, just walking across the parking lot towards the store, where I would be able to fondle all the lovely handguns, was sufficient.
Stupid rain. Should have brought my umbrella.
Thursday, July 01, 2010
Say what?!
The following sign greeted me as I entered my local grocery store:
GIANT PRIMAL MEAT SALE! COMING SOON!
"Primal meat"?!
I don't think I really want to know...
GIANT PRIMAL MEAT SALE! COMING SOON!
"Primal meat"?!
I don't think I really want to know...
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Fun walk, despite bickering...
hey, sisters fight, or so I've discovered!
Here are the twins, on the start of our walk:
And here are the three graces:
A delightful steam-punky mailbox at the end of the road, which I've been meaning to photograph for weeks
And a beautiful tractor which appears to be mostly decorative:
At the end of our walk, kitties waited to be cuddled:
A fun time was had by all...mostly. ;)
I've been trying to get used to the sheer VOLUME and PERSISTENCE of talk-talk-talk-talk-talk...I'll get there. But I've declared a moratorium on bickering and sniping...wonder how long it'll last. Any guesses?
Here are the twins, on the start of our walk:
And here are the three graces:
A delightful steam-punky mailbox at the end of the road, which I've been meaning to photograph for weeks
And a beautiful tractor which appears to be mostly decorative:
At the end of our walk, kitties waited to be cuddled:
A fun time was had by all...mostly. ;)
I've been trying to get used to the sheer VOLUME and PERSISTENCE of talk-talk-talk-talk-talk...I'll get there. But I've declared a moratorium on bickering and sniping...wonder how long it'll last. Any guesses?
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Never Blame the Victim
We always say never to blame the victim of a crime, especially a sexual assault or rape.
Al Gore allegedly assaulted a massage therapist in 2006, and I have to say I have mixed feelings about all of this.
As a professional massage therapist, there's a line you draw.
Personally, if a client touched me or even attempted to touch me, the massage would be over. The situation gets murky when it's verbal. I give the client one warning, if he persists, then he's out. (Notice I said "he"; that's deliberate. I've never had a female client do or say anything inappropriate. Only the men.)
I'll go out on a limb here and guess that the therapist in question felt intimidated by the identity of her client. Regardless, if the allegations are true, then the situation escalated and she did nothing. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't find it difficult to simply leave a room while my client is naked on the massage table. I'd be out the door before he disentangled himself from the sheet and got off the table. But maybe that's just me...
Discuss, please. Am I being too harsh?
Tip o' the hat to reader/commenter SCI-FI, who kindly sent me a link to the article.
Al Gore allegedly assaulted a massage therapist in 2006, and I have to say I have mixed feelings about all of this.
As a professional massage therapist, there's a line you draw.
Personally, if a client touched me or even attempted to touch me, the massage would be over. The situation gets murky when it's verbal. I give the client one warning, if he persists, then he's out. (Notice I said "he"; that's deliberate. I've never had a female client do or say anything inappropriate. Only the men.)
I'll go out on a limb here and guess that the therapist in question felt intimidated by the identity of her client. Regardless, if the allegations are true, then the situation escalated and she did nothing. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't find it difficult to simply leave a room while my client is naked on the massage table. I'd be out the door before he disentangled himself from the sheet and got off the table. But maybe that's just me...
Discuss, please. Am I being too harsh?
Tip o' the hat to reader/commenter SCI-FI, who kindly sent me a link to the article.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Squeeeeeee!
My Twinkies are here!!!!
First came the drive to the airport, right into a cloudburst. POURING rain, lots of lightning and thunder...which led to lots of waiting, because the planes couldn't land in that sort of weather, apparently.
Here's Silver, waiting relatively patiently:
Then, finally...they appeared! My babies, now almost as tall as I, and definitely taller than their big sister (which causes me to laugh heartily, since she always pushed them around when they were little...)
Here's a group photo of the three of them, we were all rather silly and giddy by that time, and were probably driving all the other folks in the airport batty with our excited and loud chatter:
From left to right: Chaos, Silver, and Tally!
The twins told a funny story about their seatmate on the flight, a middle-aged man in a business suit, who was actually reading TWILIGHT. And enjoying it. He told them it was "good". Poor, deluded sap.
Now I'm blogging (obviously), after having had dinner (DaddyBear, the potroast was DELICIOUS, even though I used a Fat Tire instead of Smithwick's), while the girls are in the next room playing Super Smash Bros. before we all hit the sack. I'm beat, but elated and overjoyed to have all my girls together again. This summer is going to be EPIC. :D
First came the drive to the airport, right into a cloudburst. POURING rain, lots of lightning and thunder...which led to lots of waiting, because the planes couldn't land in that sort of weather, apparently.
Here's Silver, waiting relatively patiently:
Then, finally...they appeared! My babies, now almost as tall as I, and definitely taller than their big sister (which causes me to laugh heartily, since she always pushed them around when they were little...)
Here's a group photo of the three of them, we were all rather silly and giddy by that time, and were probably driving all the other folks in the airport batty with our excited and loud chatter:
From left to right: Chaos, Silver, and Tally!
The twins told a funny story about their seatmate on the flight, a middle-aged man in a business suit, who was actually reading TWILIGHT. And enjoying it. He told them it was "good". Poor, deluded sap.
Now I'm blogging (obviously), after having had dinner (DaddyBear, the potroast was DELICIOUS, even though I used a Fat Tire instead of Smithwick's), while the girls are in the next room playing Super Smash Bros. before we all hit the sack. I'm beat, but elated and overjoyed to have all my girls together again. This summer is going to be EPIC. :D
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Surreal...
...yet FUN!
Walking down a country lane, belting out "Bohemian Rhapsody" with my daughter (including all the guitar parts and the headbanging), hitting the super-high note and causing all the neighborhood dogs to start barking, and mine to run away.
Oh, and the cicadas around here are the size of turkeys.
Walking down a country lane, belting out "Bohemian Rhapsody" with my daughter (including all the guitar parts and the headbanging), hitting the super-high note and causing all the neighborhood dogs to start barking, and mine to run away.
Oh, and the cicadas around here are the size of turkeys.
Monday, June 21, 2010
And then there was...
...the slightly odd couple who kept their pants on during their couple's massage. And I'm not just talking underpants here, I'm talking full-length TROUSERS.
WTF is wrong with people?
WTF is wrong with people?
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Texas=Critters
I've posted before about all the critters here in rural Texas. Most of 'em I like, some of them (for example spiders, beetles, mosquitoes, and fleas!) I could gladly do without. But the ones I absolutely LOATHE with every fiber of my being are the critters that lurk unseen by the side of the road, waiting to dart out and be transformed into roadkill by innocent, unsuspecting travelers.
After spending a lovely evening in Elsewhere, Texas at the inestimable Phlegm Fatale's and LawDog's abode, in the company of Holly and JPG, during which visit much delicious food and beverage were consumed (ask Phlegmmy about the whipped cream...;) ), Silver and I were tooling along the highway, heading for my work. I had taken a half-day off, seeing as it's quite the drive from Elsewhere, and I neither wanted to rush this morning, nor force our hosts out of bed too early on their day off. Oh, and let me just say that Phlegmmy's couch is extremely comfortable, I slept like a baby!
ANYWAY...we were about fifty miles or so into our journey, when *BANG*!!! Some unknown critter decided to commit suicide by throwing itself underneath the wheel of my car. The front driver's side wheel, to be exact. It couldn't have been a big one, since I didn't even catch a glimpse of an animal and I didn't feel the car drive over anything, either.
I carefully steered the rattling car to the shoulder and stopped, put my warning lights on, and got out to peruse the damage. Hmmmmmm. Small but rather deep dent in the underside of the bumper, right in front of the driver's side wheel, smeared with a little blood. Scrapes underneath said bumper. Matching dent in the metal frame of the car to the rear of the wheel, behind where the fender SHOULD be. Plastic fenders inside the wheel well cracked and tattered, hanging in pieces, with several pieces missing and presumed lost on the highway during the rumpus. Side light/reflector hanging outside the chassis by its wire, easily enough snapped into place. Front side panel a little warped/bent. Wheel/tire in perfect shape. Apparently.
We carefully rejoined the highway traffic, going at a sensible 50 mph, with warning lights continuing to flash. The car was still shaking and rattling, but relatively easy enough to handle, nonetheless.
Silver got on the phone with my boss and explained the situation, and I was prudently given the rest of the day off. I hated missing the appointments I already had scheduled, but needs must and all that, right? An hour later, we hit SmallTown and swung by Marvin's place (Marvin is my Most Excellent Mechanic), but he was closed already. We then threw ourselves on my friend Mulligan's mercy, since he's one of those handy fellows. He agreed to meet us at our place in about ten minutes.
About two miles from our house, on a (luckily) quiet country road...*PFFFFFFFFFFT*!!! The car started pulling sharply to the left. *sigh*
She'd done good, but didn't quite get us home: the tire had come apart!
Luckily, Mulligan had to travel the same route, so he gallantly stepped in to assist in the whole swap-the-tire-for-the-spare thing, and a few minutes later, we finally ended our odyssey. HOME!
After we removed the wheel, this is what it looked like...YIKES! I'm amazed we made it as far as we did, considering the damage the tire was sustaining. I don't know WHAT was rubbing on it or contributing to its damage, but it must have been bad.
We transferred the wheel from my trunk to Mulligan's truck and headed to Nearby Largish Town, which had a Discount Tire place that was still open. One new tire later, we headed back home. Then the fun REALLY started!
Jack up the car, remove the spare. Remove all pieces of plastic fender still remaining. Use electrical tape to tape up the three wires whose insulation had been rubbed/scraped away in spots. (Silver and I had checked all lights after the original EVENT, everything still worked fine.) Zip-tie said wires tightly to make absolutely sure they are completely out of the way. Bend back the dented frame at the rear of the wheel well. Attach the wheel with the new tire in place, lower the car back to the ground.
TEST DRIVE! W00t...she was running SMOOOOOOOTHLY. Awesome. I quickly called work and told 'em I'd be able to come in on Sunday after all. I had cringed at the thought of missing another day, my bank account surely couldn't afford it, especially with the advent of my babies! Teenagers eat a LOT.
Quick clean up of the work area, everything put back neatly in its respective place.
DONE.
I have to say, fixing my car ourselves was very rewarding and strangely satisfying. Up til now, I've been content to throw money at the professionals to handle things. Mulligan is an excellent instructor, btw. Very patient with an occasionally fumble-fingered apprentice.
After we had retired to our respective homes for SERIOUSLY needed showers, Mulligan, Silver, and I reconvened at our local Chinese buffet for dinner. My treat. And Mulligan, you have a massage coming your way, my friend!
Oh, lest y'all think I'm leaving things as they are, take heart: I plan on getting the necessary fender parts at O'Reilly's and putting the wheel well back together again. Hey, should be fun!
Also, another tire will be purchased in the next week. I had already bought two a couple weeks ago, so now I have three new tires and one worn one...that doesn't make sense, nor is it particularly good for the vehicle.
All in all, this has been quite the adventure. It could have been much, much worse, of course. Nobody was hurt except for an evil critter, my car works fine again, and I only missed one day of work.
We really enjoyed our visit to Elsewhere to see Phlegmmy and LawDog; thanks, Y'all...next time, though, I'll try to keep a better eye out for kamikaze critters! ;)
After spending a lovely evening in Elsewhere, Texas at the inestimable Phlegm Fatale's and LawDog's abode, in the company of Holly and JPG, during which visit much delicious food and beverage were consumed (ask Phlegmmy about the whipped cream...;) ), Silver and I were tooling along the highway, heading for my work. I had taken a half-day off, seeing as it's quite the drive from Elsewhere, and I neither wanted to rush this morning, nor force our hosts out of bed too early on their day off. Oh, and let me just say that Phlegmmy's couch is extremely comfortable, I slept like a baby!
ANYWAY...we were about fifty miles or so into our journey, when *BANG*!!! Some unknown critter decided to commit suicide by throwing itself underneath the wheel of my car. The front driver's side wheel, to be exact. It couldn't have been a big one, since I didn't even catch a glimpse of an animal and I didn't feel the car drive over anything, either.
I carefully steered the rattling car to the shoulder and stopped, put my warning lights on, and got out to peruse the damage. Hmmmmmm. Small but rather deep dent in the underside of the bumper, right in front of the driver's side wheel, smeared with a little blood. Scrapes underneath said bumper. Matching dent in the metal frame of the car to the rear of the wheel, behind where the fender SHOULD be. Plastic fenders inside the wheel well cracked and tattered, hanging in pieces, with several pieces missing and presumed lost on the highway during the rumpus. Side light/reflector hanging outside the chassis by its wire, easily enough snapped into place. Front side panel a little warped/bent. Wheel/tire in perfect shape. Apparently.
We carefully rejoined the highway traffic, going at a sensible 50 mph, with warning lights continuing to flash. The car was still shaking and rattling, but relatively easy enough to handle, nonetheless.
Silver got on the phone with my boss and explained the situation, and I was prudently given the rest of the day off. I hated missing the appointments I already had scheduled, but needs must and all that, right? An hour later, we hit SmallTown and swung by Marvin's place (Marvin is my Most Excellent Mechanic), but he was closed already. We then threw ourselves on my friend Mulligan's mercy, since he's one of those handy fellows. He agreed to meet us at our place in about ten minutes.
About two miles from our house, on a (luckily) quiet country road...*PFFFFFFFFFFT*!!! The car started pulling sharply to the left. *sigh*
She'd done good, but didn't quite get us home: the tire had come apart!
Luckily, Mulligan had to travel the same route, so he gallantly stepped in to assist in the whole swap-the-tire-for-the-spare thing, and a few minutes later, we finally ended our odyssey. HOME!
After we removed the wheel, this is what it looked like...YIKES! I'm amazed we made it as far as we did, considering the damage the tire was sustaining. I don't know WHAT was rubbing on it or contributing to its damage, but it must have been bad.
We transferred the wheel from my trunk to Mulligan's truck and headed to Nearby Largish Town, which had a Discount Tire place that was still open. One new tire later, we headed back home. Then the fun REALLY started!
Jack up the car, remove the spare. Remove all pieces of plastic fender still remaining. Use electrical tape to tape up the three wires whose insulation had been rubbed/scraped away in spots. (Silver and I had checked all lights after the original EVENT, everything still worked fine.) Zip-tie said wires tightly to make absolutely sure they are completely out of the way. Bend back the dented frame at the rear of the wheel well. Attach the wheel with the new tire in place, lower the car back to the ground.
TEST DRIVE! W00t...she was running SMOOOOOOOTHLY. Awesome. I quickly called work and told 'em I'd be able to come in on Sunday after all. I had cringed at the thought of missing another day, my bank account surely couldn't afford it, especially with the advent of my babies! Teenagers eat a LOT.
Quick clean up of the work area, everything put back neatly in its respective place.
DONE.
I have to say, fixing my car ourselves was very rewarding and strangely satisfying. Up til now, I've been content to throw money at the professionals to handle things. Mulligan is an excellent instructor, btw. Very patient with an occasionally fumble-fingered apprentice.
After we had retired to our respective homes for SERIOUSLY needed showers, Mulligan, Silver, and I reconvened at our local Chinese buffet for dinner. My treat. And Mulligan, you have a massage coming your way, my friend!
Oh, lest y'all think I'm leaving things as they are, take heart: I plan on getting the necessary fender parts at O'Reilly's and putting the wheel well back together again. Hey, should be fun!
Also, another tire will be purchased in the next week. I had already bought two a couple weeks ago, so now I have three new tires and one worn one...that doesn't make sense, nor is it particularly good for the vehicle.
All in all, this has been quite the adventure. It could have been much, much worse, of course. Nobody was hurt except for an evil critter, my car works fine again, and I only missed one day of work.
We really enjoyed our visit to Elsewhere to see Phlegmmy and LawDog; thanks, Y'all...next time, though, I'll try to keep a better eye out for kamikaze critters! ;)
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Und der Countdown laeuft...
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
For all you Non-Facebookers out there...
BLOGGER POTLUCK/SHINDIG!!!!!
Friday, July 30. Starts at 7 PM, ends whenever.
Bring your family, bring a dish/some kind of food item, and any booze if you plan on partaking thereof.
Non-bloggers will also be present. Just fyi. :)
Please email me at lucrativepain@yahoo.com to RSVP and to let me know how many will be attending and what you plan on bringing (just to help me plan, dontchaknow...)
I can't WAIT!
:D
Friday, July 30. Starts at 7 PM, ends whenever.
Bring your family, bring a dish/some kind of food item, and any booze if you plan on partaking thereof.
Non-bloggers will also be present. Just fyi. :)
Please email me at lucrativepain@yahoo.com to RSVP and to let me know how many will be attending and what you plan on bringing (just to help me plan, dontchaknow...)
I can't WAIT!
:D
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Massage Protip
This one's for the therapists out there:
It's never a good idea to greet your next client with: "Yeah, I'll be doing you."
Trust me.
It's never a good idea to greet your next client with: "Yeah, I'll be doing you."
Trust me.
Happy Birthday, Silver!
My oldest daughter turns 19 today! Hope you have a good one, Silver!
I'll try to squeeze in a massage for you. :)
I'll try to squeeze in a massage for you. :)
Saturday, June 12, 2010
I love massage!
Here's a quick rundown of why:
-two clients today telling me (and my boss!) that I gave them the best massage they'd ever had. And that's including one client who's an esthetician and who receives massages from her colleagues frequently.
-a newbie client telling me that she now understands why people consider massage addictive.
-getting excellent tips
-having a young, attractive client look me straight in the eye and announce: "I'm not wearing any underwear." And being able to reply: "Perfect!" And not be mistaken for a perv.
-receiving an intriguing offer to join a new counseling practice. A retired pharmacist-turned-counselor wants to open a holistic practice combining traditional counseling with massage. AWESOME. He asked for my card, which I gladly gave him. :)
-FINALLY getting a call from Ivy at the nail salon in town, informing me that she's booked me two massages on Monday.
Looks like I might not have to apply for a job at the local adult video store after all. ;)
in other news, I got a 100% on my first writing assignment and a 94% on my first exam in my online Developmental Psychology class. Go, me!
-two clients today telling me (and my boss!) that I gave them the best massage they'd ever had. And that's including one client who's an esthetician and who receives massages from her colleagues frequently.
-a newbie client telling me that she now understands why people consider massage addictive.
-getting excellent tips
-having a young, attractive client look me straight in the eye and announce: "I'm not wearing any underwear." And being able to reply: "Perfect!" And not be mistaken for a perv.
-receiving an intriguing offer to join a new counseling practice. A retired pharmacist-turned-counselor wants to open a holistic practice combining traditional counseling with massage. AWESOME. He asked for my card, which I gladly gave him. :)
-FINALLY getting a call from Ivy at the nail salon in town, informing me that she's booked me two massages on Monday.
Looks like I might not have to apply for a job at the local adult video store after all. ;)
in other news, I got a 100% on my first writing assignment and a 94% on my first exam in my online Developmental Psychology class. Go, me!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Sunday, June 06, 2010
Gentlemen, really...
Shaving your forearms? Why?!
Polka-dot boxer shorts receive my nod of approval, however. Just don't wear 'em when I'm massaging you. Kthnx.
Polka-dot boxer shorts receive my nod of approval, however. Just don't wear 'em when I'm massaging you. Kthnx.
Friday, June 04, 2010
Thursday, June 03, 2010
Not quite, Harley!
My pup Harley LOVES kittens. He loves our newest kittens so much, he eagerly enters their new home (an old dog crate I fixed up for them) frequently to sniff and lick the babies. Momma Cat is very laid back, this doesn't appear to bother her at all.
Yesterday, however, I was holding one of the kittens who objected loudly to this indignity. He wanted his mommy and he wanted her NOW. His squeaking immediately drew Harley's attention, and Harley started nudging and nipping at the kit.
Every nudge and nip was accompanied by the kitten squeaking even more loudly, and I could see the situation escalating rapidly...Harley thought the kitten was one of his Very Favorite Things: a squeaky toy!
Not exactly, my pup.
Harley distracted, kitten rescued, disaster averted.
Yesterday, however, I was holding one of the kittens who objected loudly to this indignity. He wanted his mommy and he wanted her NOW. His squeaking immediately drew Harley's attention, and Harley started nudging and nipping at the kit.
Every nudge and nip was accompanied by the kitten squeaking even more loudly, and I could see the situation escalating rapidly...Harley thought the kitten was one of his Very Favorite Things: a squeaky toy!
Not exactly, my pup.
Harley distracted, kitten rescued, disaster averted.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Itty Bitty (Newborn) Kitty
Here's mom in her nest with the babies...
And here's one of the kittens. So young, their umbilical cords are still attached!
Very cute, and momma is purring like a machine all the time.
UPDATE:
OMG...just got to recount the kitties, since Momma was taking a break...now there are SIX. I guess that first day she was in the middle of having them when I counted!
And here's one of the kittens. So young, their umbilical cords are still attached!
Very cute, and momma is purring like a machine all the time.
UPDATE:
OMG...just got to recount the kitties, since Momma was taking a break...now there are SIX. I guess that first day she was in the middle of having them when I counted!
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
*sigh*
More kittens. The other female cat just had a litter today. She was looking mighty round up until yesterday, then today we saw her curled up in a hole in the ground, purring like an engine, wrapped around three kittens (I counted when she had to go to the bathroom).
Not exactly the smartest place for a nest, especially since it's not under cover. If it rains, there are going to be some really wet kitties! Or drowned ones. :(
Well, like her sister, she's a first-time mom, she'll learn better from experience.
My pups are extremely interested, but haven't ventured close enough to feel mama's wrath. She let Silver and me actually pet her babies...so soft!
I yet again tried to convince my roommate to at least have the females spayed, so they don't keep having litter after litter, but he's firmly convinced that spaying/neutering pets will "alter their nature", so he's having none of it. The cats are here to control vermin, that is their sole function. And he also says that kittens are "easy to take care of". *sigh*
Oh, well. For a few weeks I'll enjoy playing with the babies. The older kittens are extremely skittish and scatter like fat, furry cockroaches when I come near them. No fun! Cute, though.
Not exactly the smartest place for a nest, especially since it's not under cover. If it rains, there are going to be some really wet kitties! Or drowned ones. :(
Well, like her sister, she's a first-time mom, she'll learn better from experience.
My pups are extremely interested, but haven't ventured close enough to feel mama's wrath. She let Silver and me actually pet her babies...so soft!
I yet again tried to convince my roommate to at least have the females spayed, so they don't keep having litter after litter, but he's firmly convinced that spaying/neutering pets will "alter their nature", so he's having none of it. The cats are here to control vermin, that is their sole function. And he also says that kittens are "easy to take care of". *sigh*
Oh, well. For a few weeks I'll enjoy playing with the babies. The older kittens are extremely skittish and scatter like fat, furry cockroaches when I come near them. No fun! Cute, though.
I forgot to mention this...
but I was awarded a small scholarship for my summer classes! It's $200, which I guess isn't that much, but every bit helps and I can purchase at least some of my textbooks with this. w00t!
Thanks to Brigid and Gay_Cynic for being so kind as to let me use them as references! Not that the college actually called them...LOL!
Thanks to Brigid and Gay_Cynic for being so kind as to let me use them as references! Not that the college actually called them...LOL!
Sunday, May 23, 2010
I hope
I was chatting with an older colleague today about her 89-year-old mother. Annie, my co-worker, is a bit worried about her, since she's apparently still off gallivanting about the world, having fun.
After expressing her fear that her mom might fall and hurt herself, Annie visibly shook herself and said, "Well, my mom is just really cool and AWESOME. So nothing will get her down!"
All I could think is that I hope someday MY girls will still say things like that about me. :)
After expressing her fear that her mom might fall and hurt herself, Annie visibly shook herself and said, "Well, my mom is just really cool and AWESOME. So nothing will get her down!"
All I could think is that I hope someday MY girls will still say things like that about me. :)
Saturday, May 22, 2010
I massaged a guy today
whose armpit hair looked like a muppet.
I kept expecting his armpit to talk to me. Or maybe start playing the drums.
I kept expecting his armpit to talk to me. Or maybe start playing the drums.
FYI
It's not easy doing a foot massage when your right butt-cheek is cramping up into a tiny, extremely angry and painful ball.
It's also not easy to refrain from SCREAMING IN AGONY when this occurs.
Just sayin'.
It's also not easy to refrain from SCREAMING IN AGONY when this occurs.
Just sayin'.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
On our walk yesterday evening...
Silver took some pictures!
Finally, here's photographic PROOF of the GINORMOUS flagpole my roommate erected last week. My description of which caused much hilarity among my friends on the Gunblogger Conspiracy IRC channel. For some reason they doubted me. Silly people! You ask for proof, I deliver proof!
Finally, here's photographic PROOF of the GINORMOUS flagpole my roommate erected last week. My description of which caused much hilarity among my friends on the Gunblogger Conspiracy IRC channel. For some reason they doubted me. Silly people! You ask for proof, I deliver proof!
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Quotes of the Day
First, overheard in the car:
"If you're going the speed limit, you don't belong on MY highway."
Second, overheard outside the house:
"Yeah, my energy is spent. And I don't want to be raped by a goat."
Context is EVERYTHING. ;)
"If you're going the speed limit, you don't belong on MY highway."
Second, overheard outside the house:
"Yeah, my energy is spent. And I don't want to be raped by a goat."
Context is EVERYTHING. ;)
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Overheard at the spa...
Client: So...did you massage all the fat on my thighs away?
Me: *blink blink*
Me: Ma'am, if that worked, I'd be massaging my OWN thighs all day long!
Me: *blink blink*
Me: Ma'am, if that worked, I'd be massaging my OWN thighs all day long!
Saturday, May 15, 2010
A Rare Breed, seldomly encountered...
..."Bitchosaurus".
"I don't WANT a hot stone massage, I want a SWEDISH massage!"
"I have to take my bra off?"
"I can't get comfortable!"
"Ow, that's tender!"
"Not so hard!"
"Are you going to keep rubbing the same spot over and over again?"
"My thighs! They're ticklish!"
"Ow, not so hard on my hip, I had that replaced two years ago!"
And at the very end of the massage...
"NOW I'm relaxed."
*whew*
"I don't WANT a hot stone massage, I want a SWEDISH massage!"
"I have to take my bra off?"
"I can't get comfortable!"
"Ow, that's tender!"
"Not so hard!"
"Are you going to keep rubbing the same spot over and over again?"
"My thighs! They're ticklish!"
"Ow, not so hard on my hip, I had that replaced two years ago!"
And at the very end of the massage...
"NOW I'm relaxed."
*whew*
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