just for now. It's Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and as Epijunky points out, there are a few things we can do to raise awareness.
One really easy thing is to change your blog color or avatar to something PINK. Which I have done. A few clicks, that's all it took.
Unfortunately, dealing with cancer itself is NOT so easy.
For all the women (and men!) dealing with breast cancer, for all the family, friends, and loved ones of breast cancer victims and survivors, this pink's for you!
Sunday, October 03, 2010
Rude!
Elisha and I just did a couple's massage, and right in the middle, my client asked, "Do y'all make good money doing this?"
How the fuck am I supposed to answer that (and keep my job)? I should have said, "Only if you tip me well..," but instead I laughed and replied, "Enough to live on!"
Then he asked, "Really?"
Some people.
UPDATE:
Oh, and he was a crappy tipper, too. Left 5 bucks for each of us. He told the front desk he wanted to leave "10%...split it between 'em." Stingy bastard.
How the fuck am I supposed to answer that (and keep my job)? I should have said, "Only if you tip me well..," but instead I laughed and replied, "Enough to live on!"
Then he asked, "Really?"
Some people.
UPDATE:
Oh, and he was a crappy tipper, too. Left 5 bucks for each of us. He told the front desk he wanted to leave "10%...split it between 'em." Stingy bastard.
Just like Buzz Lightyear...
And the fucking MICE are Woody.
So, I was getting ready to leave for work this morning, fixing up the wee-wee pads that grace the floor of my bedroom (my dogs REFUSE to go outside with Mulligan, but we're going to work on that this week.)
Right in the middle of one of the pads was a lone mouse turd. Fucker. The mouse trap remains un-sprung, yet at least one mouse is still frolicking in my room while I'm asleep, helping itself to my dogs' food, and giving me the figurative finger.
So I rebaited the trap with crunchy peanut butter (thanks, Y'all, for the suggestion!), and also moved the second trap into the back of the pantry in the kitchen, where mice are also congregating (or so I've heard). Wonder if there will be a corpse or two waiting to greet me when I get home from work today...
So, I was getting ready to leave for work this morning, fixing up the wee-wee pads that grace the floor of my bedroom (my dogs REFUSE to go outside with Mulligan, but we're going to work on that this week.)
Right in the middle of one of the pads was a lone mouse turd. Fucker. The mouse trap remains un-sprung, yet at least one mouse is still frolicking in my room while I'm asleep, helping itself to my dogs' food, and giving me the figurative finger.
So I rebaited the trap with crunchy peanut butter (thanks, Y'all, for the suggestion!), and also moved the second trap into the back of the pantry in the kitchen, where mice are also congregating (or so I've heard). Wonder if there will be a corpse or two waiting to greet me when I get home from work today...
Friday, October 01, 2010
Ew...
I found mouse poop in my closet today while reorganizing it. I also found two unused mousetraps under the kitchen sink. And some cheddar cheese in the fridge. (Gotta go with the classics!)
I'm happy to report that your standard mousetrap works as designed and advertised. And that I disposed of the carcass myself. And now the trap is rearmed (baited with the same hunk of cheese...I'm nothing if not frugal), and placed in the same apparent rodent superhighway at the back of my closet. Let's see if I have any more of the critters running around here, helping themselves to my dogs' food! Speaking of my dogs...WTF? They have been stuck in this room, thanks to the ringworm that I don't want them to give BACK to the kittens, yet they haven't been interested in capturing and/or killing the vermin?! Somebody needs to take their Canine Cards away!
I'm happy to report that your standard mousetrap works as designed and advertised. And that I disposed of the carcass myself. And now the trap is rearmed (baited with the same hunk of cheese...I'm nothing if not frugal), and placed in the same apparent rodent superhighway at the back of my closet. Let's see if I have any more of the critters running around here, helping themselves to my dogs' food! Speaking of my dogs...WTF? They have been stuck in this room, thanks to the ringworm that I don't want them to give BACK to the kittens, yet they haven't been interested in capturing and/or killing the vermin?! Somebody needs to take their Canine Cards away!
She kicks ASS!
My incredibly brilliant and talented daughter, Silver the Evil Chao, hits one out of the park!
Go! READ!
Amazing.
Go! READ!
Amazing.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Monster Hunter Vendetta...
is now available (and has been since Monday...so I'm behind the curve, what're you gonna do about it? ;))!!
I enjoyed the first book in the series, Monster Hunter International tremendously, as did my daughter, Silver, so I can't wait to get my grubby paws on MHV! I just ordered my copy...yay!
Now what the NEXT Monster Hunter book needs is a kick-ass, monster hunting MASSAGE THERAPIST!
Just sayin'...
I enjoyed the first book in the series, Monster Hunter International tremendously, as did my daughter, Silver, so I can't wait to get my grubby paws on MHV! I just ordered my copy...yay!
Now what the NEXT Monster Hunter book needs is a kick-ass, monster hunting MASSAGE THERAPIST!
Just sayin'...
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Well...
I only got a B on my Anatomy and Physiology lecture exam. *sigh* I made too many stupid mistakes. I was four points shy of an A, but "close" only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. I'll prepare better for the next exam. And get an A. Dammit.
They owe it to the WORLD!
After listening to Episode 69 of Vicious Circle, one thing has become crystal clear to me.
The Atomic Nerds owe it to the world to procreate, to have at least ONE special child, just to combat the deleterious effects of all the Hipsters breeding unchecked on this earth.
LabRat, Stingray...can't you SEE? The odds are against us unless you provide us with the fruit of your union! One Atomically Nerdish child balances out at LEAST a million Hipster crotch excrescences.
It's only logical.
The Atomic Nerds owe it to the world to procreate, to have at least ONE special child, just to combat the deleterious effects of all the Hipsters breeding unchecked on this earth.
LabRat, Stingray...can't you SEE? The odds are against us unless you provide us with the fruit of your union! One Atomically Nerdish child balances out at LEAST a million Hipster crotch excrescences.
It's only logical.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
*Happy Dance*
Got my Microbiology exam back this evening...*ahem*...I GOT A 94!!!!!
w00t!
Let the party begin!
After class, my professor mentioned that I'd gotten the highest score. Wow. I honestly had no idea how I'd done, it was one of the hardest exams I'd ever taken.
I know it's bragging, but this is my blog, dammit! Out of fifty students, 7 "A"'s.
Okay, enough about that, now it's onward to the next exam, A & P tomorrow evening. I already know I got a "B" on the lab portion, which I'm delighted over, as it was completely horrible. Out of 150 students, 7 "A"'s, 17 "B"'s, and 75 "F"'s!!!
It was no fun. I'm just waiting to find out how I did on the lecture portion of the exam. You'll hear it first!
w00t!
Let the party begin!
After class, my professor mentioned that I'd gotten the highest score. Wow. I honestly had no idea how I'd done, it was one of the hardest exams I'd ever taken.
I know it's bragging, but this is my blog, dammit! Out of fifty students, 7 "A"'s.
Okay, enough about that, now it's onward to the next exam, A & P tomorrow evening. I already know I got a "B" on the lab portion, which I'm delighted over, as it was completely horrible. Out of 150 students, 7 "A"'s, 17 "B"'s, and 75 "F"'s!!!
It was no fun. I'm just waiting to find out how I did on the lecture portion of the exam. You'll hear it first!
Monday, September 27, 2010
Getting all misty-eyed...
My oldest daughter informed me gleefully last night that she was on her way to her very first D & D campaign. A bunch of her friends got together and decided to start a regular one up. Every Sunday at 7:30. While I'm absolutely thrilled at this development, what made me tear up is the fact that she's using MY DICE, the very ones I used, lo these many years ago, in my own RPG's.
Family heirloom dice. That earns us some serious geek cred right there!
Family heirloom dice. That earns us some serious geek cred right there!
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Overheard at the Spa...
New Boss: Yeah, I'm using the new patchouli essential oil as a scent. I really like it! What's patchouli good for, anyway?
Me: I dunno...smelling like a hippie?
D'oh! Yes, I really said that to my new boss. Luckily, she laughed instead of firing me. *whew*
Me: I dunno...smelling like a hippie?
D'oh! Yes, I really said that to my new boss. Luckily, she laughed instead of firing me. *whew*
Overheard at the Chinese Buffet...
"They charged me for the HOT WATER? When I brought my own TEA BAGS? Just for that, I'm gonna go barf in their toilet again. Bastards."
Friday, September 24, 2010
Screeching brakes...
So I was at work yesterday until 7 PM. I had NOTHING scheduled, so I was working for free. (Yay. NOT.)
Right at 6 I got a walk-in. Just a thirty-minute back, neck, and shoulder massage. As I read the client's intake sheet, two things stood out. One, she was just twenty, and two, in the space next to "are you pregnant", she'd left "yes" and "no" uncircled and had written in "might be"...
I collected her from the lobby and escorted her back to the treatment room. She was gorgeous and so heart-breakingly young. She looked like a baby to me.
I was thinking as I massaged her, "This girl is MUCH too young to even be daydreaming about having children, what was she thinking?! She's less than a year older than Silver!"
Suddenly my train of thought came to a screeching halt..."Waitaminute! When *I* was her age, I was married and pregnant! I (felt like I) was a grown-up and knew everything there was to know about life. Who the fuck am I to be judging her?"
I finished the massage and silently wished her the best of luck with her "maybe" pregnancy.
A reality check now and then is beneficial in silencing our inner asshole.
Right at 6 I got a walk-in. Just a thirty-minute back, neck, and shoulder massage. As I read the client's intake sheet, two things stood out. One, she was just twenty, and two, in the space next to "are you pregnant", she'd left "yes" and "no" uncircled and had written in "might be"...
I collected her from the lobby and escorted her back to the treatment room. She was gorgeous and so heart-breakingly young. She looked like a baby to me.
I was thinking as I massaged her, "This girl is MUCH too young to even be daydreaming about having children, what was she thinking?! She's less than a year older than Silver!"
Suddenly my train of thought came to a screeching halt..."Waitaminute! When *I* was her age, I was married and pregnant! I (felt like I) was a grown-up and knew everything there was to know about life. Who the fuck am I to be judging her?"
I finished the massage and silently wished her the best of luck with her "maybe" pregnancy.
A reality check now and then is beneficial in silencing our inner asshole.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Advertising FAIL!
It doesn't exactly inspire me with confidence in your skills when you advertise your business thusly:
All Type!
RePaiR + ReMoDel
Call 123-456-7890!
We do all Type!
And it's written in the DUST ON YOUR REAR WINDSHIELD!!!!
All Type!
RePaiR + ReMoDel
Call 123-456-7890!
We do all Type!
And it's written in the DUST ON YOUR REAR WINDSHIELD!!!!
Excellent song for cardio...
and incidentally the ONLY Britney Spears song on my iPod:
Thanks, Silver, for adding this to my songs!
Thanks, Silver, for adding this to my songs!
Say WHAT?!
While glancing at my wall calendar to make sure I didn't miss any appointment or commitment today, I noticed that it's the first day of fall. Nifty. Right below this pronouncement, however, there was another:
See You at the Pole Day
WTF?!
Trusty google showed me the way to here, which reveals that SYATPD is a day for students to peacefully gather at their schools' flag poles and pray together.
And here I was thinking it had something to do with strippers.
Must have lived in Vegas too long.
See You at the Pole Day
WTF?!
Trusty google showed me the way to here, which reveals that SYATPD is a day for students to peacefully gather at their schools' flag poles and pray together.
And here I was thinking it had something to do with strippers.
Must have lived in Vegas too long.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
So...
took my first exam, and it was HARD. So very, very hard. Well, I usually do well on these multiple choice thingies, so we'll see. I'll find out my grade next Tuesday.
BUT, I triumphed in lab today! You know you have no life when the high point of your day (so far) is having your lab instructor look through your microscope at your slide of Mycobacterium smegmatis (did acid-fast testing tonight) and declare, "Beautiful!"
LOL!
BUT, I triumphed in lab today! You know you have no life when the high point of your day (so far) is having your lab instructor look through your microscope at your slide of Mycobacterium smegmatis (did acid-fast testing tonight) and declare, "Beautiful!"
LOL!
I'm sorry...
Mr. Nice Motorcycle Officer. Yes, I do see that you're flashing your headlights at me, because you want me to get out of your way. But, see? I'm passing a big rig, and I have no desire to get squashed like a bug by moving into his lane RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM!
I'll move to the right lane after I have acquired a safe distance from the truck, thankyouverymuch. Then you may be on your way. And yes, you look cute in your uniform. Whatever.
:P
I'll move to the right lane after I have acquired a safe distance from the truck, thankyouverymuch. Then you may be on your way. And yes, you look cute in your uniform. Whatever.
:P
Monday, September 20, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Poor Elisha...
There she was, already stifling her giggles because my client was snoring loud enough to shake the (figurative) rafters, when something caught my eye that I just HAD to draw her attention to...
So I poked her in the arm and pointed.
To where my client was pitching quite a respectable tent. While fast asleep. And snoring. With his girlfriend three feet away.
It took all of Elisha's powers of concentration and professionalism not to pee. THAT'S how hard she was laughing! Luckily, we had these heated, herbal eye-pillows covering our clients' eyes, so they were blissfully unaware of Elisha's (silent) meltdown.
Ah, massage therapy. I'll never run out of stories, 'cause the clients keep doing funny shit.
So I poked her in the arm and pointed.
To where my client was pitching quite a respectable tent. While fast asleep. And snoring. With his girlfriend three feet away.
It took all of Elisha's powers of concentration and professionalism not to pee. THAT'S how hard she was laughing! Luckily, we had these heated, herbal eye-pillows covering our clients' eyes, so they were blissfully unaware of Elisha's (silent) meltdown.
Ah, massage therapy. I'll never run out of stories, 'cause the clients keep doing funny shit.
The cheese, will it never stop?!
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?
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?
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...
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