Monday, February 07, 2011
Sunday, February 06, 2011
Snippets of my day so far...
-woke up in a dog-poo covered bed.
-spilled moderately hot coffee over my freshly-showered body.
-splashed super-mentholated foot soak in my eye.
-while whirling toward the sink to rinse my eye, bashed my head into an open cupboard door.
-had a client repeatedly grab my arm, marveling at my "guns", while asking where I work out.
Hey, it can only get better, right? RIGHT?!
*sigh*
Don't answer that.
-spilled moderately hot coffee over my freshly-showered body.
-splashed super-mentholated foot soak in my eye.
-while whirling toward the sink to rinse my eye, bashed my head into an open cupboard door.
-had a client repeatedly grab my arm, marveling at my "guns", while asking where I work out.
Hey, it can only get better, right? RIGHT?!
*sigh*
Don't answer that.
Repeat after me:
"I do not touch the massage therapist. The massage therapist touches me."
Thank you.
Thank you.
Friday, February 04, 2011
"Chance of snow 30%...
accumulations of up to 1 inch."
These words, I do not think they mean what you think they mean...
The spa is shut down today, and I don't think I'll make it to the gym or the post office, either (sorry, Brigid!). I have food and heat and hot water, and I have PLENTY of schoolwork to do, so I think I'll just hunker down and wait for it to melt.
Curse you, Algore! You and your global warmening!
These words, I do not think they mean what you think they mean...
The spa is shut down today, and I don't think I'll make it to the gym or the post office, either (sorry, Brigid!). I have food and heat and hot water, and I have PLENTY of schoolwork to do, so I think I'll just hunker down and wait for it to melt.
Curse you, Algore! You and your global warmening!
Thursday, February 03, 2011
Mini-Shindig!
So...I'll be in the Boston area the beginning of March for a few days, visiting friends and celebrating my birthday (YAY, I'm OLD[er]!). I'm planning on having a little get-together on Saturday, March 5th for lunch. If you're interested in joining us for some yummy food and conversation, let me know, either in the comments or via email. Lucrativepain@yahoo.com
Come one, come all!
I'm excited. :)
Come one, come all!
I'm excited. :)
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
Thank you,...
Phlegmmy and LawDog!
I had a wonderful time this past weekend, ate far too much food, drank just enough booze (LOL), and had plenty of interesting, entertaining conversation. It never ceases to amaze me how much fun can be had, even when things don't work out exactly as planned. Too cold to go shooting? No big deal, we'll just hang out and talk. We ran out of time to do massages? Hey, I can come back NEXT week and do 'em, and we'll hang out some more! WIN!
It's always a pleasure to see my friends and spend time with them, and even those who couldn't be there in person were there in spirit (or called on the phone, imagine that! ;))
There was a pack of hounds there always looking for scraps of food or laps to curl up on, including my two pups. And Phlegmmy's couch was as comfortable as ever.
Also, let me just say that if you need to go clothes shopping, whether you're looking for a specific item, or just need something new, take Phlegmmy with you! She is the most incredible personal shopper on the planet. In the time it takes you to read this post, she'll have at least five outfits picked out for you that suit you beautifully.
All in all, this is the most fun I've had in MONTHS. (Pretty much since the last party at Phlegmmy's - go figure!)
And one last time: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LAWDOG!
I had a wonderful time this past weekend, ate far too much food, drank just enough booze (LOL), and had plenty of interesting, entertaining conversation. It never ceases to amaze me how much fun can be had, even when things don't work out exactly as planned. Too cold to go shooting? No big deal, we'll just hang out and talk. We ran out of time to do massages? Hey, I can come back NEXT week and do 'em, and we'll hang out some more! WIN!
It's always a pleasure to see my friends and spend time with them, and even those who couldn't be there in person were there in spirit (or called on the phone, imagine that! ;))
There was a pack of hounds there always looking for scraps of food or laps to curl up on, including my two pups. And Phlegmmy's couch was as comfortable as ever.
Also, let me just say that if you need to go clothes shopping, whether you're looking for a specific item, or just need something new, take Phlegmmy with you! She is the most incredible personal shopper on the planet. In the time it takes you to read this post, she'll have at least five outfits picked out for you that suit you beautifully.
All in all, this is the most fun I've had in MONTHS. (Pretty much since the last party at Phlegmmy's - go figure!)
And one last time: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LAWDOG!
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Overheard in a University of North Dakota Dining Facility*...
Silver's been dealing with fatigue, weakness, and (seemingly) never-ending hunger...
Ian: So, what did the doctor say?
Silver: Well, all my bloodwork is normal. He told me to eat more!
Ian (glancing down incredulously at Silver's piled-to-the-rafters tray, which is pretty much the norm for her): You already plunge half of the world's population into famine at every meal, and he wants you to eat MORE?!
Silver (cheerfully): Yep!
Ian merely shakes his head and keeps eating.
Personally, I think there's no justice in the world!
*As related to me by my daughter
Ian: So, what did the doctor say?
Silver: Well, all my bloodwork is normal. He told me to eat more!
Ian (glancing down incredulously at Silver's piled-to-the-rafters tray, which is pretty much the norm for her): You already plunge half of the world's population into famine at every meal, and he wants you to eat MORE?!
Silver (cheerfully): Yep!
Ian merely shakes his head and keeps eating.
Personally, I think there's no justice in the world!
*As related to me by my daughter
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Dear Mr. K...
your breadth and scope of knowledge of Anatomy is truly remarkable and something I can only aspire to. That doesn't change the fact that blood is not 5x as "vicious" as water (or at least, I hope it's not!). Also, "allele" doesn't rhyme with "ukelele". Just thought you might want to know...
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Another Tucker...
and a musical one, to boot! I've always planned on learning how to play the piano someday, so that I accompany myself when I sing. I hope I have at least as much heart as the Schnoodle Tucker does when he "sings"!
What truly amazes me is how he appears to be reading the sheet music!
H/T Buck, thanks for the laugh, buddy!
What truly amazes me is how he appears to be reading the sheet music!
H/T Buck, thanks for the laugh, buddy!
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Seen on a Bumper Sticker...
"I'd tell you to go to hell, but I already work there...
and I'd hate to see you every day!"
AND:
"I have good brakes, I hope you have good insurance!"
and I'd hate to see you every day!"
AND:
"I have good brakes, I hope you have good insurance!"
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Waste of my time...
and the client's money.
Had a young client yesterday who was having a couple's massage with his even younger girlfriend. He was a massage newbie, and when asked about areas of concern or focus, he merely told me he had a large knot in his lower back from years of playing tennis. Good enough, I thought.
When we do couple's massages here, we start our clients face-up, since we finish with hot stones on the back. So I did the relaxation-aroma therapy thingy, then began my first stroke up the client's traps to his neck...and he completely spazzed. His entire torso came up of the table, twisting, as he threw his head back..."Oh, sorry...I'm extremely ticklish!"
No shit, Sherlock.
Oh. My. God. It never stopped. He was ticklish EVERYWHERE. Didn't matter how firm I made my touch or where I touched him, he jerked and spasmed, twitched and tensed, giggling mostly silently. I was rolling my eyes at Elisha, who was massaging the girlfriend, and she was trying not to laugh. She told me later that she thought at first the guy was having a seizure. He apologized periodically throughout the massage, but I didn't give a crap. I was grimly determined to see this through to the bitter end.
I think, barring labor and childbirth, that those were the longest fifty minutes of my life. I was never so glad to have a massage be over, that's for sure.
Funny thing is, he said he enjoyed the massage and he still tipped me. It wasn't enough, though. Trust me, it wasn't enough.
Had a young client yesterday who was having a couple's massage with his even younger girlfriend. He was a massage newbie, and when asked about areas of concern or focus, he merely told me he had a large knot in his lower back from years of playing tennis. Good enough, I thought.
When we do couple's massages here, we start our clients face-up, since we finish with hot stones on the back. So I did the relaxation-aroma therapy thingy, then began my first stroke up the client's traps to his neck...and he completely spazzed. His entire torso came up of the table, twisting, as he threw his head back..."Oh, sorry...I'm extremely ticklish!"
No shit, Sherlock.
Oh. My. God. It never stopped. He was ticklish EVERYWHERE. Didn't matter how firm I made my touch or where I touched him, he jerked and spasmed, twitched and tensed, giggling mostly silently. I was rolling my eyes at Elisha, who was massaging the girlfriend, and she was trying not to laugh. She told me later that she thought at first the guy was having a seizure. He apologized periodically throughout the massage, but I didn't give a crap. I was grimly determined to see this through to the bitter end.
I think, barring labor and childbirth, that those were the longest fifty minutes of my life. I was never so glad to have a massage be over, that's for sure.
Funny thing is, he said he enjoyed the massage and he still tipped me. It wasn't enough, though. Trust me, it wasn't enough.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Seen at a Local Target
A dude wearing a t-shirt that read:
It's Only Kinky the First Time
I loled inside...
It's Only Kinky the First Time
I loled inside...
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Oh, noes!
It is a catastrophe of cataclysmic proportions: The kittens are taking over!
Not satisfied with the dog-bed...
they've moved on to MINE!
That's okay, though. I love 'em and they're soft and purrrrrrrry. :)
Not satisfied with the dog-bed...
they've moved on to MINE!
That's okay, though. I love 'em and they're soft and purrrrrrrry. :)
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Ah....
...the joys of living in the trailer park! If I didn't live here, I'd miss gems like this:
And that would truly be a shame.
And that would truly be a shame.
I need to be faster...
getting out the door with the dogs after I wake up.
I apparently wasn't fast enough for Harley this morning, since instead of waiting for me to get my shoes on and open the door for him, he hopped into the cats' litter-box, trailing his leash no less, and peed there.
The funniest thing about all this was that after we had returned from our walk, the cats had buried Harley's deposit. Now THAT'S what I call service!
I apparently wasn't fast enough for Harley this morning, since instead of waiting for me to get my shoes on and open the door for him, he hopped into the cats' litter-box, trailing his leash no less, and peed there.
The funniest thing about all this was that after we had returned from our walk, the cats had buried Harley's deposit. Now THAT'S what I call service!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Philosophical Debate...
Ahhh, my colleague Linda, occasional pain in the ass she might be, is always a good source of blog-fodder. Case in point: the debate we got into yesterday...
Linda is ALWAYS griping about heavy clients. Hell, she'll inform *you* that your client is "huge" if she caught a glimpse of said client before you had a chance to. Why? I have no idea. It seems to be one of her missions in life. That being said, she really took the cake yesterday when she proclaimed the following:
Linda: You know, we really should charge fat people more for massage.
Me:...What?!
Linda: Seriously! If I massage a 400-pound person, that's like massaging 2 200-pound people!
Me: First of all, that's discriminatory. Second of all, that's completely untrue, as our clients get timed services. A fifty or eighty-minutes massage is just that. A fat person might end up not getting as *thorough* a massage, since there is more body to work on, but the same goes for someone who is very muscular or really tall. Hell, I massaged a man so tall, he had to duck to get through the door, should we have charged him more? What about the lady I massaged earlier? She was 5 feet tall if she stretched, and maybe weighed 80 pounds, should we give her a discount?!
Linda: Airlines charge fat people more if they have to use two seats!
Me: Yeah, because they're taking up space that another customer could have used, that makes sense. We're not using more time on heavy clients.
Linda (whining now): But it's more WORK for me, so I should get more money!
Me: How is it more work? You need to remember to adjust your table if your client is particularly large, that's all.
Linda: I guess it would be a bit difficult to implement. After all, some people might weigh 275, but look like they weigh 300...
Me (facepalm): So, we'd need to have a scale here, and WEIGH the clients who appear questionable? Charge all clients by the pound?
We left the discussion there, pretty much. Funny thing is, Linda is by no means svelte. So how did she end up so fat-phobic...?
Linda is ALWAYS griping about heavy clients. Hell, she'll inform *you* that your client is "huge" if she caught a glimpse of said client before you had a chance to. Why? I have no idea. It seems to be one of her missions in life. That being said, she really took the cake yesterday when she proclaimed the following:
Linda: You know, we really should charge fat people more for massage.
Me:...What?!
Linda: Seriously! If I massage a 400-pound person, that's like massaging 2 200-pound people!
Me: First of all, that's discriminatory. Second of all, that's completely untrue, as our clients get timed services. A fifty or eighty-minutes massage is just that. A fat person might end up not getting as *thorough* a massage, since there is more body to work on, but the same goes for someone who is very muscular or really tall. Hell, I massaged a man so tall, he had to duck to get through the door, should we have charged him more? What about the lady I massaged earlier? She was 5 feet tall if she stretched, and maybe weighed 80 pounds, should we give her a discount?!
Linda: Airlines charge fat people more if they have to use two seats!
Me: Yeah, because they're taking up space that another customer could have used, that makes sense. We're not using more time on heavy clients.
Linda (whining now): But it's more WORK for me, so I should get more money!
Me: How is it more work? You need to remember to adjust your table if your client is particularly large, that's all.
Linda: I guess it would be a bit difficult to implement. After all, some people might weigh 275, but look like they weigh 300...
Me (facepalm): So, we'd need to have a scale here, and WEIGH the clients who appear questionable? Charge all clients by the pound?
We left the discussion there, pretty much. Funny thing is, Linda is by no means svelte. So how did she end up so fat-phobic...?
Friday, January 14, 2011
Way to go, SpaCorp!
My (hitherto) wonderful employer has been becoming more and more corporate, and it cheeses me off.
The latest new policy is bag checks. Yep, they show how much they trust their employees by looking through our bags and backpacks before we can leave.
I understand this is a pretty common practice in a retail environment, but we are a SPA. The technicians are rarely at the front desk/retail area, and when we are, we are never alone. I know the spa coordinators and managers enjoy doing this about as much as we enjoy having them do it, but "orders is orders", apparently. Hmph. Reminds me of the TSA agents and the "enhanced" pat-downs...
The latest new policy is bag checks. Yep, they show how much they trust their employees by looking through our bags and backpacks before we can leave.
I understand this is a pretty common practice in a retail environment, but we are a SPA. The technicians are rarely at the front desk/retail area, and when we are, we are never alone. I know the spa coordinators and managers enjoy doing this about as much as we enjoy having them do it, but "orders is orders", apparently. Hmph. Reminds me of the TSA agents and the "enhanced" pat-downs...
No, Tucker, NO!
So, the other night I was gratefully settling into bed, already drifting off before the dogs got situated in their regular spots; Harley curled up behind my knees, and Tucker against my belly/torso. Harley wasted no time, burrowing under the covers and snuggling in. Tucker, however, decided to snarf the last of the dogfood quickly, he hoovered the leftovers in seconds, then jumped up onto the bed, curling up against me as I held the covers up for him.
Not five seconds later I heard an ominous *uuuuuuuurp*, followed by a rattling/gagging sound...UGH! Tucker proceeded to barf up all the food he'd just gorged on, leaving three piles of undigested yet mushy dogfood on the bed.
Gee, thanks dog!
It was another fifteen minutes (at least) before I finally was able to go to sleep.
At least the food wasn't wasted. I carefully dumped the vomitus on a wee-wee pad, and Harley had eaten it up before I got back from starting the laundry.
Not five seconds later I heard an ominous *uuuuuuuurp*, followed by a rattling/gagging sound...UGH! Tucker proceeded to barf up all the food he'd just gorged on, leaving three piles of undigested yet mushy dogfood on the bed.
Gee, thanks dog!
It was another fifteen minutes (at least) before I finally was able to go to sleep.
At least the food wasn't wasted. I carefully dumped the vomitus on a wee-wee pad, and Harley had eaten it up before I got back from starting the laundry.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Overheard during a sugaring...
My friend John and I do trades. I give him a massage, and he gives me a Brazilian. Using sugar.
He has a big flat screen TV hanging on the wall opposite the treatment chair, so that hisvictims clients have something to distract them from the excruciating pain of having their nether (and other) hair ripped out by the roots.
During our session today, some Hollyweird gossip show was on, and they were blathering on and on about some wench named Snookie, who was unfamiliar to me, so I asked John what was what.
Me: So, who's this Snookie person?
John: A bimbo from Jersey who's on a reality show. The only thing she's got going for her are her huge boobs.
Me: Are they real?
John: Who cares?! Hey, if I can touch them, they're real!
He has a point. And he made me laugh. No small feat, considering what he was doing to me at the time...
He has a big flat screen TV hanging on the wall opposite the treatment chair, so that his
During our session today, some Hollyweird gossip show was on, and they were blathering on and on about some wench named Snookie, who was unfamiliar to me, so I asked John what was what.
Me: So, who's this Snookie person?
John: A bimbo from Jersey who's on a reality show. The only thing she's got going for her are her huge boobs.
Me: Are they real?
John: Who cares?! Hey, if I can touch them, they're real!
He has a point. And he made me laugh. No small feat, considering what he was doing to me at the time...
Sunday, January 09, 2011
Snowmageddon...
North Texas version.
They closed the spa early because the roads are a mess and only looking to get worse as the temperatures drop, so I headed home (VERY carefully) and whipped out my camera as the dogs non-frolicked in the snow.
Pawprint:
Time for me to hunker down and snuggle in. Lunch, then a hot bath, followed by a nap. Sounds like the recipe for a fine, fine afternoon!
They closed the spa early because the roads are a mess and only looking to get worse as the temperatures drop, so I headed home (VERY carefully) and whipped out my camera as the dogs non-frolicked in the snow.
Pawprint:
Time for me to hunker down and snuggle in. Lunch, then a hot bath, followed by a nap. Sounds like the recipe for a fine, fine afternoon!
Friday, January 07, 2011
Advice/Info Bleg
For my daughter, Silver.
She has created a website and now needs to find a hosting site or a server or something of that sort. Here are the specs she gave me, which are completely over my head:
-6 MB of disc space
-Supports MySQL and PHP5
-Needs to have Apache2 or have the possibility of installing Apache2 on it
-Can't be too expensive (MUST be cheap, in other words!)
Anybody have any advice for her? Please email her at silverevilchao@gmail.com.
Thanks, Y'all!
She has created a website and now needs to find a hosting site or a server or something of that sort. Here are the specs she gave me, which are completely over my head:
-6 MB of disc space
-Supports MySQL and PHP5
-Needs to have Apache2 or have the possibility of installing Apache2 on it
-Can't be too expensive (MUST be cheap, in other words!)
Anybody have any advice for her? Please email her at silverevilchao@gmail.com.
Thanks, Y'all!
Thursday, January 06, 2011
Movie Reviews?
We ain't got no stinkin' movie reviews!
I will say one thing, though..."True Grit" and "Tangled"? GO SEE THEM.
Both excellent in totally different ways and for completely different reasons.
I will say one thing, though..."True Grit" and "Tangled"? GO SEE THEM.
Both excellent in totally different ways and for completely different reasons.
Sunday, January 02, 2011
It's the Twenty-First Century...
and has been for a decade now, so why the fuck would any twenty-something college student living in a first-world country NOT believe in evolution? I just don't get it.
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Is there any reason why...
a person would have a Roman numeral II tattooed on her right butt-cheek? Suggestions in comments, please.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Yes.
Yes, Ms. Walmart Cashier Lady, pickles are indeed former cucumbers. I know it's weird, but that doesn't make it untrue.
Random Ramblings...
sorry about the lack of posting lately. First it was school kicking my ass, then I was on vacation, now work is the culprit! It's our busy post-holiday season, where everyone is either running to the spa to try to recover from Christmas madness, or they're redeeming gift cards they received as presents. So I was asked to work extra days and extra hours at our flagship spa this week and next. Yay, money! But man, I'm beat already, and I'm not even half-way through the insanity.
ANYWAY, I do have some posts up my sleeves, so to speak, but here are some random thoughts and events I decided to share with my faithful readers:
-there's another dog that likes to join us on our walks on occasion now. At least I know *this* one's not supposed to be loose. She's a young, beautiful mini-schnauzer named Jasmine. Pretty sad that the owners keep "accidentally" letting her slip out the door. It would be tragic if she got run over.
-can you think of any good reason a grown woman should use the phrase "tee-tee" to refer to urination? I didn't think so...
-my pets' medical purgatory is finally over. Called the vet today and was informed that Harley's fungal culture was negative, after waiting three weeks for the results. *WHEW* HUGE sigh of relief. This has been an on-going saga of quarantine, keeping the kittens separate from the dogs, 24/7. Making sure no cross-contamination occurred. Shit, first it was ringworm (then CONTINUING ringworm on my dogs, then just Harley), then tapeworms (one kitten), then earmites (both kittens), then tapeworms AGAIN (the *other* kitten), it just seemed never-ending. Now, finally, I can open the doors and let the cats into my room. Let the dogs out into the living room, let all the critters play together. It's a really good feeling.
-Silver and I were at Walmart after work today, and as we were about to push our cart across an aisle, we had to stop at the last moment to let a young boy cross in front of us, lest we smash into him. When he glanced to his left and saw us, he hastily murmured, "Excuse me!" and hurried past. As Silver and I continued on down the cereal aisle, she wiped an imaginary tear from her eye and said, "My faith in humanity has been restored! That kid said, 'Excuse me!'"
I laughed.
-I read today at Cracked.com about a giant catfish called the goonch catfish of the Kali River that EATS PEOPLE. Pulls 'em right under the surface and chomps them dead. I don't know about you, but I find that seriously fucked up. And creepy. I didn't know catfish had teeth, for God's sake! When I mentioned my dismay to Silver about a man-eating fish, she looked at me blankly and said, "Uh, Mom? SHARKS are fish, you know..."
Duh, I knew that! To me, somehow, a man-eating, river-dwelling catfish is way worse.
ANYWAY, I do have some posts up my sleeves, so to speak, but here are some random thoughts and events I decided to share with my faithful readers:
-there's another dog that likes to join us on our walks on occasion now. At least I know *this* one's not supposed to be loose. She's a young, beautiful mini-schnauzer named Jasmine. Pretty sad that the owners keep "accidentally" letting her slip out the door. It would be tragic if she got run over.
-can you think of any good reason a grown woman should use the phrase "tee-tee" to refer to urination? I didn't think so...
-my pets' medical purgatory is finally over. Called the vet today and was informed that Harley's fungal culture was negative, after waiting three weeks for the results. *WHEW* HUGE sigh of relief. This has been an on-going saga of quarantine, keeping the kittens separate from the dogs, 24/7. Making sure no cross-contamination occurred. Shit, first it was ringworm (then CONTINUING ringworm on my dogs, then just Harley), then tapeworms (one kitten), then earmites (both kittens), then tapeworms AGAIN (the *other* kitten), it just seemed never-ending. Now, finally, I can open the doors and let the cats into my room. Let the dogs out into the living room, let all the critters play together. It's a really good feeling.
-Silver and I were at Walmart after work today, and as we were about to push our cart across an aisle, we had to stop at the last moment to let a young boy cross in front of us, lest we smash into him. When he glanced to his left and saw us, he hastily murmured, "Excuse me!" and hurried past. As Silver and I continued on down the cereal aisle, she wiped an imaginary tear from her eye and said, "My faith in humanity has been restored! That kid said, 'Excuse me!'"
I laughed.
-I read today at Cracked.com about a giant catfish called the goonch catfish of the Kali River that EATS PEOPLE. Pulls 'em right under the surface and chomps them dead. I don't know about you, but I find that seriously fucked up. And creepy. I didn't know catfish had teeth, for God's sake! When I mentioned my dismay to Silver about a man-eating fish, she looked at me blankly and said, "Uh, Mom? SHARKS are fish, you know..."
Duh, I knew that! To me, somehow, a man-eating, river-dwelling catfish is way worse.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Merry Christmas!
I hope everyone reading this has a truly wonderful Christmas Day. Full of love and joy, because as a wise friend told me, family and love are what really matter on this day.
Our Chibi-tree. And yes, the wreath has a picture of Chibi-Silver in the middle! It was a decoration she made for us in first grade. The tree is alive and was a gift given with love by dear friends who knew I didn't have one. To me, receiving this tree is what Christmas is all about.
Our Chibi-tree. And yes, the wreath has a picture of Chibi-Silver in the middle! It was a decoration she made for us in first grade. The tree is alive and was a gift given with love by dear friends who knew I didn't have one. To me, receiving this tree is what Christmas is all about.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Wednesday was special...
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Almost Christmas...
and I wanted to share my very favorite German Christmas carol, "Es ist ein Ros' Entsprungen". I found this version on Youtube, by the Thomanerchor from Leipzig. What makes it so remarkable to me is that this is the exact same arrangement my school choir used when we performed it so many years ago. *sigh* I miss singing. But at least I can sing along with this, I don't think the choir will mind!
I hope you enjoy it!
I hope you enjoy it!
Monday, December 20, 2010
I'm a respecter of age...
which is why I didn't boot you in the head. I'm sorry if you found my request that you and your companion refrain from jabbering during "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" unreasonable. I thought "Ladies, could you please not talk during the movie. Thanks," was perfectly polite. Replying with "There are plenty of other seats in the theater!" was unacceptable, especially since Silver and I were there first. Also, I'm happy that this was your "special outing", but if all you wanted to do is talk, you should have gone to a cafe. If you desire to give a movie the MST3K treatment, or if one of you needs explanations for everything, rent a dvd and stay home.
Anniversary...
One year ago today I rolled into town, driving a gigantic rental truck with Silver trailing behind in my car. I was so happy to leave Las Vegas behind, and I'm still grateful, especially when I read about the state of the economy there.
There have been some upheavals along the way, including another move (and the acquisition of a MUCH better roommate in the process) and the addition of two kittens to my family.
I've had one job the whole time, but two others have come and gone. Such is the massage business.
I've gone back to school and managed to get pretty good grades, all leading me to be able to apply for nursing school in the spring.
Most importantly, I've been able to connect with dear friends and make new ones. And that's the best part of all.
Am I happier than I was one year ago? You bet your ass. Immeasurably so.
That's all that matters.
There have been some upheavals along the way, including another move (and the acquisition of a MUCH better roommate in the process) and the addition of two kittens to my family.
I've had one job the whole time, but two others have come and gone. Such is the massage business.
I've gone back to school and managed to get pretty good grades, all leading me to be able to apply for nursing school in the spring.
Most importantly, I've been able to connect with dear friends and make new ones. And that's the best part of all.
Am I happier than I was one year ago? You bet your ass. Immeasurably so.
That's all that matters.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Overheard at the Spa...
Overly loud, obnoxious client, who's possibly drunk: "Yeah, I got lower back pain and pain in my butt-tocks...so don't be afraid to touch me there!"
Me, thinking: "Don't worry, Buster. Your ass doesn't scare me!"
Me, thinking: "Don't worry, Buster. Your ass doesn't scare me!"
Saturday, December 18, 2010
For all you non-Facebookers...
I have my final grades for the semester, w00t!
Microbiology: 97
Anatomy and Physiology I: 94
Oh, and I had a voicemail from the college yesterday, they'd like me to tutor A&P I next semester...yikes!
Microbiology: 97
Anatomy and Physiology I: 94
Oh, and I had a voicemail from the college yesterday, they'd like me to tutor A&P I next semester...yikes!
Hermit(crab)Dog...
likes my pillowcase and the pillow inside it...
Harley is a weird dog, but I love him!
Harley is a weird dog, but I love him!
Friday, December 17, 2010
You know you're tired when...
Overheard in the car at OHMYGOD o'clock last night, coming home from picking up Silver at the airport:
Me: I've spent water like money the last two days.
Silver: *blink blink*
Me: ...
Me: Oh, you know what I mean!
Silver: *laughing uproariously*
Me: I've spent water like money the last two days.
Silver: *blink blink*
Me: ...
Me: Oh, you know what I mean!
Silver: *laughing uproariously*
Momentous occasion...
Captured after I got to work, since I didn't want to plow into anyone while I was driving. Of course, now that my warranty is kaputt, I'm assuming that my vehicle will rapidly follow.
*sigh*
Here's hoping I'm wrong!
Edited: Thanks to my daughter, I was able to upload a better copy of the pic onto Photobucket. Silver comes in handy! ;)
*sigh*
Here's hoping I'm wrong!
Edited: Thanks to my daughter, I was able to upload a better copy of the pic onto Photobucket. Silver comes in handy! ;)
Thursday, December 16, 2010
*sigh*
I'm sure I'll tarnish my halo in your eyes, Faithful Readers, but I just had to mention this...it's incredibly sad and fucked up to see horrendously ugly identical twins.
It's unfair of me to say it, you can't help what you look like (to a huge degree, anyway), and it shouldn't make any difference at all, but when you see an ugly person (and I mean REALLY ugly), then BOOM, another person who looks *exactly* like that ugly person walking right behind him/her, something in your brain malfunctions until all you can do is continuously whimper, "Mommy, make it stop!"
Just thought I'd share this observation.
It's unfair of me to say it, you can't help what you look like (to a huge degree, anyway), and it shouldn't make any difference at all, but when you see an ugly person (and I mean REALLY ugly), then BOOM, another person who looks *exactly* like that ugly person walking right behind him/her, something in your brain malfunctions until all you can do is continuously whimper, "Mommy, make it stop!"
Just thought I'd share this observation.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
I'm back!
I had the Best. Vacation. EVAR.
I did a little too much of everything, which is always awesome.
And I massaged my youngest client to date, a charming five-year-old who had us in stitches as she moaned, in her piping voice, "Ohhhhhhhh, dis feews SO GOOOOOOOD! I'm da Queen of Wewaxation!"
I had tears running down my face, I was (silently) laughing so hard.
:)
Now it's back to work, back to the gym, back to making better food choices (*ahem*)...and in two days Silver will be here to help me celebrate Christmas, yay!
I see Y'all did leave some bacon for me...thanks!
I did a little too much of everything, which is always awesome.
And I massaged my youngest client to date, a charming five-year-old who had us in stitches as she moaned, in her piping voice, "Ohhhhhhhh, dis feews SO GOOOOOOOD! I'm da Queen of Wewaxation!"
I had tears running down my face, I was (silently) laughing so hard.
:)
Now it's back to work, back to the gym, back to making better food choices (*ahem*)...and in two days Silver will be here to help me celebrate Christmas, yay!
I see Y'all did leave some bacon for me...thanks!
Thursday, December 09, 2010
Happy Birthday!
Wow. How time flies when you're getting old having fun!
My babies are seventeen today! SEVENTEEN. One more year until they're legally adults. That's scary.
Tally is the older, by 21 agonizing minutes. (Yes, I say it that way EVERY TIME. I'm the mom, I'm allowed.)
Then there's Chaos.
Two beautiful, smart, talented young women whom I'm proud to call my daughters.
Every parent should be so lucky.
Happy Birthday, Babies! I'm so proud of you. I love you very much.
My babies are seventeen today! SEVENTEEN. One more year until they're legally adults. That's scary.
Tally is the older, by 21 agonizing minutes. (Yes, I say it that way EVERY TIME. I'm the mom, I'm allowed.)
Then there's Chaos.
Two beautiful, smart, talented young women whom I'm proud to call my daughters.
Every parent should be so lucky.
Happy Birthday, Babies! I'm so proud of you. I love you very much.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Hiatus
Well, stick a fork in me, I'm done.
My last final is over and I'm getting out of here tomorrow. I expect to be AFK for about a week, but I will be checking my email.
So take care of the joint for me, will ya?
Just don't eat all the bacon. That's for me.
My last final is over and I'm getting out of here tomorrow. I expect to be AFK for about a week, but I will be checking my email.
So take care of the joint for me, will ya?
Just don't eat all the bacon. That's for me.
Go fuck yourself with a Saguaro.
And I mean that with all sincerity, AARP!
Great, first creepy old men hitting on me, then I get THIS in the mail! And no, I don't want the free travel bag with AARP emblazoned on it, either. Because I really don't want to walk around with a bag that screams, "Yes, I'm an old fart."
Now get off my lawn!
Yes, I'm aware I used ghetto photoshop.
And yes, I'm really mailing that back to them.
Great, first creepy old men hitting on me, then I get THIS in the mail! And no, I don't want the free travel bag with AARP emblazoned on it, either. Because I really don't want to walk around with a bag that screams, "Yes, I'm an old fart."
Now get off my lawn!
Yes, I'm aware I used ghetto photoshop.
And yes, I'm really mailing that back to them.
Monday, December 06, 2010
Public Service
I thought I'd help y'all out on a sucky Monday, and everyone could use a CPR refresher, right?
So make with the clicky, already!
H/T to B, who emailed me the link.
So make with the clicky, already!
H/T to B, who emailed me the link.
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Creep Factor Eleven
I was hustling into the hotel this morning on my way to the spa just as an older gentleman exited. He shivered ostentatiously and said "Brrrrr!"
I replied, "Yeah, it's FREEZING today!" (Note to self: Refrain from talking to random strangers.)
Guy looked me up and down and said in the smarmiest, most suggestive tone EVAR, "Makes you want to...snuggle up with someone..."
I put on the turbo as I passed him and tossed over my shoulder, "Yeah, like my DOGS!"
I replied, "Yeah, it's FREEZING today!" (Note to self: Refrain from talking to random strangers.)
Guy looked me up and down and said in the smarmiest, most suggestive tone EVAR, "Makes you want to...snuggle up with someone..."
I put on the turbo as I passed him and tossed over my shoulder, "Yeah, like my DOGS!"
Friday, December 03, 2010
Silent Sentinel
As I perambulate my way around the trailer park with my dogs, I often notice a shadow trailing us. I'm never alarmed, because this shadow has become familiar to me.
It's somebody's dog that roams free 24/7. He's a Pembroke Welsh Corgi mix, looks close to breed standard, except for having floppy ears.
He's eerily quiet; as a matter of fact, I've never heard him make any sound at all, ever.
But he likes to follow us around. He pees where my dogs pee yet never comes close enough for me to pet him. My dogs totally ignore him, which is VERY odd, since normally they go ape-shit and try to play with every dog they see. Maybe they've gotten used to our shadow, too.
It's somebody's dog that roams free 24/7. He's a Pembroke Welsh Corgi mix, looks close to breed standard, except for having floppy ears.
He's eerily quiet; as a matter of fact, I've never heard him make any sound at all, ever.
But he likes to follow us around. He pees where my dogs pee yet never comes close enough for me to pet him. My dogs totally ignore him, which is VERY odd, since normally they go ape-shit and try to play with every dog they see. Maybe they've gotten used to our shadow, too.
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
*Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh*...
That's the huge sigh of relief I heaved last night as I was driving back from campus.
Yesterday was the worst crunch day for Microbiology EVAR. Last lecture exam. Final lab exam. Presentation to give. Completed lab notebook to turn in. Extra credit paper due.
BUT I DID IT ALL. And I'm pretty confident that I totally kicked ass. I really liked our group presentation on Mycobacterium tuberculosis. As our intro, we stood in front of the class, and I shouted "Head's UP! Every second of every day, someone in the world is infected with Mycobacterium tuberculosis...and today is *YOUR* unlucky day!"
Then all four of us tossed out snack-sized packs of Mike and Ike (representing the rod-shaped bacterium), and we also tossed out six fuzzy microbes into the crowd, just to mix things up a bit. It was a big hit. We were the third of six presentations, and we needed to wake up the class. No worries, we tossed out some Hot Tamales candies later on, representing the most common medicine for TB. ;)
Now I only have my Micro final next Tuesday to look forward to, but since according to my calculations I only need to get a 22 on said final to get an A in the entire class, I'm not sweating it!
I'm all done with A&P, thankfully. As far as I know, I have an A in that class as well, but I'll be able to check my grade tomorrow. w00t!
So. Happy.
Now I can look forward to my winter break, and then next semester is A&P II and Statistics. Then in the spring I'll be eligible to apply for the nursing program.
Everything is falling into place, and it's really nice when some things do go according to plan.
Yesterday was the worst crunch day for Microbiology EVAR. Last lecture exam. Final lab exam. Presentation to give. Completed lab notebook to turn in. Extra credit paper due.
BUT I DID IT ALL. And I'm pretty confident that I totally kicked ass. I really liked our group presentation on Mycobacterium tuberculosis. As our intro, we stood in front of the class, and I shouted "Head's UP! Every second of every day, someone in the world is infected with Mycobacterium tuberculosis...and today is *YOUR* unlucky day!"
Then all four of us tossed out snack-sized packs of Mike and Ike (representing the rod-shaped bacterium), and we also tossed out six fuzzy microbes into the crowd, just to mix things up a bit. It was a big hit. We were the third of six presentations, and we needed to wake up the class. No worries, we tossed out some Hot Tamales candies later on, representing the most common medicine for TB. ;)
Now I only have my Micro final next Tuesday to look forward to, but since according to my calculations I only need to get a 22 on said final to get an A in the entire class, I'm not sweating it!
I'm all done with A&P, thankfully. As far as I know, I have an A in that class as well, but I'll be able to check my grade tomorrow. w00t!
So. Happy.
Now I can look forward to my winter break, and then next semester is A&P II and Statistics. Then in the spring I'll be eligible to apply for the nursing program.
Everything is falling into place, and it's really nice when some things do go according to plan.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Who doesn't want them?
If you don't, I don't wanna know you!
Unless you're my daughters, in which case, carry on! Talk to me in about ten years or so. ;)
Unless you're my daughters, in which case, carry on! Talk to me in about ten years or so. ;)
Another classic...
Yes, yes...I know it's filler. Bear with me for a bit longer, my friends...a week and a half and I'm all DONE.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Happy Thanksgiving!
I hope all my friends and family are having a simply lovely, marvelous Thanksgiving. Lots of food and laughter, with quiet moments of contemplation here and there. Remember, it *IS* a day for reflection.
So take some time off from griping about stuff and instead focus on the positive. I'm sure you'll find something you are very thankful for, I know I do.
I'm thankful for all of you. I'm thankful for my health. I'm thankful that I live in the United States of America, despite everything still the best damn country in the world.
And I'm really thankful that in two weeks this semester will be over...
So take some time off from griping about stuff and instead focus on the positive. I'm sure you'll find something you are very thankful for, I know I do.
I'm thankful for all of you. I'm thankful for my health. I'm thankful that I live in the United States of America, despite everything still the best damn country in the world.
And I'm really thankful that in two weeks this semester will be over...
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
My subconscious...
is fucking with me.
We had our final review in Microbiology lab last night, since our lab exam is next Tuesday. We went over all the Protozoa and Helminths that are pathogenic to humans, and our lab instructor had all the slides out for us to look at in preparation for our test.
So what did I dream about last night? My test. But when I entered the lab in my dream, instead of three or four microscopes set up at every table, there were small, white dessert plates with colorful blobs of unidentifiable substances on them. And we were supposed to look at said blobs with the naked eye and determine what critter was being shown.
Fuck.
I hate my subconscious.
We had our final review in Microbiology lab last night, since our lab exam is next Tuesday. We went over all the Protozoa and Helminths that are pathogenic to humans, and our lab instructor had all the slides out for us to look at in preparation for our test.
So what did I dream about last night? My test. But when I entered the lab in my dream, instead of three or four microscopes set up at every table, there were small, white dessert plates with colorful blobs of unidentifiable substances on them. And we were supposed to look at said blobs with the naked eye and determine what critter was being shown.
Fuck.
I hate my subconscious.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Pimpin'...
my daughter's new blog!
If you'd like to follow along in the day of a high school student who goes to a Department of Defense school overseas, leavened with a judicious helping of snark, head on over to "What Happened at School Today?" and read TallyAngel's adventures.
I enjoy 'em, and I'm not just saying that because I'm her mom!
If you'd like to follow along in the day of a high school student who goes to a Department of Defense school overseas, leavened with a judicious helping of snark, head on over to "What Happened at School Today?" and read TallyAngel's adventures.
I enjoy 'em, and I'm not just saying that because I'm her mom!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
The Final Countdown...
to the end of the semester. Sorry, I know the blogging has been pretty spotty lately, and it's only going to get worse over the next few weeks, as it's crunch time at school.
So bear with me, please!
So bear with me, please!
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Help Evie!
My good friends Unix-Jedi and Dixie from the GBC have the most adorable little tot you can imagine, and her name is Evie.
Check your blood sugar levels immediately, 'cause I predict a spike!
They have entered Evie in a cuteness contest at Gerber, and they need more votes for her to win! She'll get a nice scholarship and be featured in advertisements for Gerber...so help her out, please!
Go to this link and vote. You can vote daily until the end of the month, so make it part of your daily routine. Yes, you have to enter an email address and verify, blah, blah, blah. Who cares? You're ensuring that the cutest and most deserving baby wins, and you're making me happy! Don't you want to make me happy? Please?
You know you want to...
Check your blood sugar levels immediately, 'cause I predict a spike!
They have entered Evie in a cuteness contest at Gerber, and they need more votes for her to win! She'll get a nice scholarship and be featured in advertisements for Gerber...so help her out, please!
Go to this link and vote. You can vote daily until the end of the month, so make it part of your daily routine. Yes, you have to enter an email address and verify, blah, blah, blah. Who cares? You're ensuring that the cutest and most deserving baby wins, and you're making me happy! Don't you want to make me happy? Please?
You know you want to...
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
C is for cookie
that's good enough for me!
I've had Cookie Monster on the brain lately, maybe because it's winter, and I'm craving all sorts of things that are BAD for me to eat. Dammit. I'm being a good girl, though...
I've had Cookie Monster on the brain lately, maybe because it's winter, and I'm craving all sorts of things that are BAD for me to eat. Dammit. I'm being a good girl, though...
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Shamelessly stolen from my own Facebook...
GODDAMN, PEOPLE! Turning yourself into old shoe leather is NOT attractive. Is it some kind of body dismorphic disorder that people who obsessively tan can look at themselves in the mirror and say, "Damn! I look fiiiiiiine. All youthful and with a healthy glow...thanks to my TAN!" when in reality they look like hairless Shar-peis?
Because I'm tired and lazy. :D
Because I'm tired and lazy. :D
Friday, November 12, 2010
Note(s) to self...
If at all possible, avoid I-35 during rush hour.
Also, when massaging a slumming goddess, or possibly (since I might be wrong) a Valkyrie, it behooves one to remember that some legs DO go on forever, and to schedule time accordingly. While the client might appreciate the extra time, the front desk person who ends up having to stay late will NOT.
Also, when massaging a slumming goddess, or possibly (since I might be wrong) a Valkyrie, it behooves one to remember that some legs DO go on forever, and to schedule time accordingly. While the client might appreciate the extra time, the front desk person who ends up having to stay late will NOT.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Veteran's Day
I called my twenty-something-ish boss yesterday to see if we'd be getting paid today, as we are every other Thursday. You know, because it's a holiday...?
She asked, slightly bewildered, "What holiday is it?"
*sigh*
I might have let my disbelief show a little too much in my response of, "Veteran's Day!", because she quickly apologized to me.
To my Dad, my uncle, both my brothers. To all currently serving, and those who've honorably served in the past.
Thank you. Thank you for your service. Thank you for keeping us safe, and helping make this country great.
To everyone else out there, take a moment and thank a vet. Take a moment to reflect on their sacrifices. Be grateful.
Like we really should be EVERY DAY, not just on November 11th.
She asked, slightly bewildered, "What holiday is it?"
*sigh*
I might have let my disbelief show a little too much in my response of, "Veteran's Day!", because she quickly apologized to me.
To my Dad, my uncle, both my brothers. To all currently serving, and those who've honorably served in the past.
Thank you. Thank you for your service. Thank you for keeping us safe, and helping make this country great.
To everyone else out there, take a moment and thank a vet. Take a moment to reflect on their sacrifices. Be grateful.
Like we really should be EVERY DAY, not just on November 11th.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
PSA
The next piece of shit, motherfucking, microcephalic pinhead who PUTS ON THE BRAKES when entering the freeway on-ramp, instead of accelerating in preparation for merging with traffic, is getting my bumper so far up his ass, he'll be burping in Korean for the rest of his short, pathetic, perpetually coitus-free life.
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Weirdest job...
A first for me today: got a client's leg hair stuck in the side of my finger like a splinter. It STUNG, too. It was mostly broken off, and I needed tweezers to yank it out. Too weird.
Sometimes in the middle of a massage, I'll think..."Wow, I'm getting paid to rub my hands and arms all over this naked person. That's truly bizarre..."
Sometimes in the middle of a massage, I'll think..."Wow, I'm getting paid to rub my hands and arms all over this naked person. That's truly bizarre..."
Not the post I was planning on writing.
I was massaging a lady last night whom I took to be in her late fifties, early sixties.
As I draped her leg, I noticed a star tattoo on her instep and started to mentally compose a funny post about how startling it is to find tattoos on older women.
Then, as we were chatting, she mentioned her age: 46...whoops! There goes THAT blogpost, I thought.
As the massage continued, we started talking about kids and grandkids, and how simultaneously awesome and scary it was to have kids at a young age. We ended up debating the ideal age difference for siblings, and she admitted that her two youngest children were only 10.5 months apart.
I couldn't help asking, curiously,
"Wow, did you think you couldn't get pregnant while breastfeeding?"
"Not exactly," she said.
Then, after a slight hesitation, "My husband wasn't one you said 'no' to," she stated flatly.
That statement, and her delivery, hit me with the force of a blow.
I hear a lot of things while giving massages, some of them are funny, some heartbreaking, and I usually only blog about the funny or touching ones, because that's the kind of blog I have.
Not this time.
Several outstanding bloggers have posted about rape recently, and these posts, and the accompanying comments, have stayed on my mind. Go read their posts, if for some reason you haven't yet, because they are far more articulate than I am. I just want to add one thing.
NO MEANS NO.
That applies if it's some drunk chick you pick up in a bar. It applies regardless of what she's wearing. And it CERTAINLY also applies to the woman you vowed to love and cherish, the woman who wears your wedding band.
NO MEANS NO.
As I draped her leg, I noticed a star tattoo on her instep and started to mentally compose a funny post about how startling it is to find tattoos on older women.
Then, as we were chatting, she mentioned her age: 46...whoops! There goes THAT blogpost, I thought.
As the massage continued, we started talking about kids and grandkids, and how simultaneously awesome and scary it was to have kids at a young age. We ended up debating the ideal age difference for siblings, and she admitted that her two youngest children were only 10.5 months apart.
I couldn't help asking, curiously,
"Wow, did you think you couldn't get pregnant while breastfeeding?"
"Not exactly," she said.
Then, after a slight hesitation, "My husband wasn't one you said 'no' to," she stated flatly.
That statement, and her delivery, hit me with the force of a blow.
I hear a lot of things while giving massages, some of them are funny, some heartbreaking, and I usually only blog about the funny or touching ones, because that's the kind of blog I have.
Not this time.
Several outstanding bloggers have posted about rape recently, and these posts, and the accompanying comments, have stayed on my mind. Go read their posts, if for some reason you haven't yet, because they are far more articulate than I am. I just want to add one thing.
NO MEANS NO.
That applies if it's some drunk chick you pick up in a bar. It applies regardless of what she's wearing. And it CERTAINLY also applies to the woman you vowed to love and cherish, the woman who wears your wedding band.
NO MEANS NO.
Saturday, November 06, 2010
Another LOL
Last night, as I was loading the washer, which happens to be right outside my roomie's bedroom, I heard him say, "Muppet?!" in a tone of mingled surprise and dismay...what does it say about me that I *immediately* knew to what he was referring?
LOL
I know, I know...it's mean to laugh, but I can't help it! At least I didn't laugh right in front of her...
the gal who sits next to me in Microbiology, I mean. Who proudly showed off her very first, brand-new tattoo...
"I solemny swear I am up to no good."
*I* solemnly pointed out the missing "l"...
The poor gal quite deflated at that. Am I a bitch? Don't answer that!
the gal who sits next to me in Microbiology, I mean. Who proudly showed off her very first, brand-new tattoo...
"I solemny swear I am up to no good."
*I* solemnly pointed out the missing "l"...
The poor gal quite deflated at that. Am I a bitch? Don't answer that!
Friday, November 05, 2010
Milestones
Two years ago today, I had bariatric surgery. I had a lap-band placed, and I think it's one of the best, if not THE best, things I've ever done for myself.
I went from here:
to here:
and in the process regained my health and my zest for life.
I don't deny myself any food that I really want, but I do eat far more mindfully now, and often enough just asking myself, "Is it really worth it?" suffices to stop me from eating something I really shouldn't.
That's one big milestone. Another one that I completely spaced is my four-year blogiversary, which passed unnoticed a few weeks ago. Go, me!
Both things, weight-loss surgery and blogging, have transformed my life immeasurably. I've made the best friends I've ever had through blogging, and I can't picture how dull and dreary my life would be without you all. So thank you for being my friends, all you bloggy people out there! Whether you lurk without commenting, read and comment, or blog yourselves, you are ALL appreciated.
*smooch*
There's a kiss for each and every one of you!
UPDATE:
I have been COMMANDED, by a certain lovably bossy someone who shall remain nameless, to add the following photo to this blogpost.
I went from here:
to here:
and in the process regained my health and my zest for life.
I don't deny myself any food that I really want, but I do eat far more mindfully now, and often enough just asking myself, "Is it really worth it?" suffices to stop me from eating something I really shouldn't.
That's one big milestone. Another one that I completely spaced is my four-year blogiversary, which passed unnoticed a few weeks ago. Go, me!
Both things, weight-loss surgery and blogging, have transformed my life immeasurably. I've made the best friends I've ever had through blogging, and I can't picture how dull and dreary my life would be without you all. So thank you for being my friends, all you bloggy people out there! Whether you lurk without commenting, read and comment, or blog yourselves, you are ALL appreciated.
*smooch*
There's a kiss for each and every one of you!
UPDATE:
I have been COMMANDED, by a certain lovably bossy someone who shall remain nameless, to add the following photo to this blogpost.
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Status
So, I did do extremely well on my A & P exams. 194 out of 200 on my lecture exam, 151 out of 150 on my lab practicum. W00T!
I only need 150 more points to get an A in the whole class, so I don't even need to take the final nor the last lab test (they drop the lowest grade, so I don't need to take 'em, LOL)
I'm really happy, mainly because I don't have to stress about it anymore. An A is really necessary for applying to nursing school, especially at my school.
In other news, I got to mess around with sheep brains last night, identifying the gross anatomy. That was fun!
I only need 150 more points to get an A in the whole class, so I don't even need to take the final nor the last lab test (they drop the lowest grade, so I don't need to take 'em, LOL)
I'm really happy, mainly because I don't have to stress about it anymore. An A is really necessary for applying to nursing school, especially at my school.
In other news, I got to mess around with sheep brains last night, identifying the gross anatomy. That was fun!
I'm Jealous
A friend and I had a conversation about jealousy earlier today, and it made me think of the song by Shania Twain. Not good for working out to, but a great song nonetheless.
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Exercised my right, with pleasure!
I had the choice between paper or electronic ballot, and I chose paper...just for the sheer satisfaction I felt while filling in the little rectangle next to the NON-incumbent candidates with black ink, making sure every little corner was completely covered. FUN!
Now it's back to the report on Human Herpesvirus 1 & 2, due this afternoon...YIKES!
Monday, November 01, 2010
All dressed up...
and no place to go!
Got all snazzed up in costume last night to hand out candy to the kids in the trailer park, only to discover that the kids in the trailer park LEAVE the trailer park to go trick-or-treating.
*sigh*
Oh, well...at least I looked good!
Here, what do you think?
(yes, the costume is [mostly] from last year, I'm cheap! And yes, I guess this could be construed as fishing for compliments. Well, fuck it! Why the hell not?)
Got all snazzed up in costume last night to hand out candy to the kids in the trailer park, only to discover that the kids in the trailer park LEAVE the trailer park to go trick-or-treating.
*sigh*
Oh, well...at least I looked good!
Here, what do you think?
(yes, the costume is [mostly] from last year, I'm cheap! And yes, I guess this could be construed as fishing for compliments. Well, fuck it! Why the hell not?)
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Sometimes...
your client doesn't walk away feeling better. Sometimes, they get off the table in more pain than before the massage.
I hate it when that happens.
I hate it when that happens.
"Im Westen Nichts Neues..."
Nothing much going on here, in the House of (Lucrative) Pain. I *think* I did really well on my Anatomy & Physiology exams, but I'll know for sure next Wednesday.
Oh, and I picked up two regular shifts at our flagship spa in another town not too far away. Thursdays and Fridays, almost doubling my hours, w00t!
Other than that, it's been quiet. Oh, except that my kittens have earmites. *sigh* Is this veterinary odyssey never going to end?
Oh, and I picked up two regular shifts at our flagship spa in another town not too far away. Thursdays and Fridays, almost doubling my hours, w00t!
Other than that, it's been quiet. Oh, except that my kittens have earmites. *sigh* Is this veterinary odyssey never going to end?
Friday, October 29, 2010
The Nuge...
knew what he was talking about.
And considering that I'm learning about toxoplasmosis in microbiology right now, I find this song oddly appropriate. And it just plain rocks.
And considering that I'm learning about toxoplasmosis in microbiology right now, I find this song oddly appropriate. And it just plain rocks.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
W00T!!
Had my first Microbiology Lab Practicum today...120 out of 100!!! (Yes, I did the bonus questions...it's always good to have some extra points!)
I totally did a happy dance when I found out I had gotten everything right! *squeeeee*
Now here's hoping I can do the same tomorrow in A & P.
Oh, and the Unknown I identified? Bacillus subtilis.
I totally did a happy dance when I found out I had gotten everything right! *squeeeee*
Now here's hoping I can do the same tomorrow in A & P.
Oh, and the Unknown I identified? Bacillus subtilis.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Thanksgiving Comes First!
If you're like most people I know, you are sick, sick, SICK of all the Christmas schlock being peddled before the smoke from the last Labor Day barbecue has fully dissipated. My friend Jim makes his case very eloquently as to why this practice needs to be stopped. Not by meddling with legislation or anything silly like that, but by making our disgust with this practice, and our desire for some respect for the holidays, known.
Post about it.
Link to his post.
Google "Thanksgiving Comes First".
Patronize merchants like Nordstrom, who don't decorate for Christmas until after Thanksgiving, and boycott those who do (if possible, of course). Write letters to corporate headquarters!
Spread the word, basically, that Christmas should mean more than being able to buy tinsel along with your Halloween costume.
Thanks.
Besides, anyone who digs Mr. Rogers is more than okay in my book and deserves support. :)
Post about it.
Link to his post.
Google "Thanksgiving Comes First".
Patronize merchants like Nordstrom, who don't decorate for Christmas until after Thanksgiving, and boycott those who do (if possible, of course). Write letters to corporate headquarters!
Spread the word, basically, that Christmas should mean more than being able to buy tinsel along with your Halloween costume.
Thanks.
Besides, anyone who digs Mr. Rogers is more than okay in my book and deserves support. :)
Monday, October 25, 2010
OLD SCHOOL!!
Shake it, Baby!
I remember dancing to this...of course I was in elementary school. I LOVED DISCO. And I'm not ashamed of it, either. :D
I remember dancing to this...of course I was in elementary school. I LOVED DISCO. And I'm not ashamed of it, either. :D
"I'm hot, sticky-sweet..."
"from my head to my feet, yeah!"
More cheese, what can I say? Hair bands are great for it!
More cheese, what can I say? Hair bands are great for it!
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Another one loaded with cheese...
Hoobastank, "Inside of You".
I totally rocked out to this song (among others) while doing the dishes yesterday. Thank God for my iPod, otherwise no housework would get done (by me, anyway...poor Mulligan, if that were the case!).
I totally rocked out to this song (among others) while doing the dishes yesterday. Thank God for my iPod, otherwise no housework would get done (by me, anyway...poor Mulligan, if that were the case!).
Friday, October 22, 2010
School...
is totally kicking my ass. I'm only taking two classes plus the accompanying labs, but still. I don't know how students with a full class load do it. I'm sorry about the dearth of posts, or at least more content-heavy posts (not that I'm known for particularly content-heavy posts, but you know what I mean!), but school is definitely the reason for that dearth.
In other news, walking through freshly-fallen, crunchy leaves is FUN! I'd forgotten about that after living in the desert for so many years. :)
In other news, walking through freshly-fallen, crunchy leaves is FUN! I'd forgotten about that after living in the desert for so many years. :)
Thursday, October 21, 2010
My daughter knows me too well...
My oldest child showed unerring accuracy when she sent me the following song with the email subject "I have now found the perfect song for you". It describes me to a T, though I'm trying to break myself of the procrastination habit. And I'll stick to coffee or tea, not hot cocoa! Anyway, it's in Japanese, but there are English lyrics at the top of the screen.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Most excellent post...
by a very special young lady! And the song she showcases is pretty frickin' awesome, too. Albeit disturbing. :D
Go, read, and please disregard the cussing. Hey, like mother, like daughter! Didn't know potty-mouth was inheritable...
Go, read, and please disregard the cussing. Hey, like mother, like daughter! Didn't know potty-mouth was inheritable...
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Shut down. Cold.
My sometimes-nemesis at work, LINDA, has been harassing everyone at the spa to sign up for some lovely "business opportunity" (aka "pyramid scheme"), and she had yet to tackle me. Maybe she was saving the best for last? Who knows what goes on in the mind of LINDA. Anyway, she was getting ready to leave, while I was futzing around on my laptop, with our colleague Elisha also sitting at the table in the breakroom, texting away.
I felt LINDA looming next to me and glanced over to see her officiously holding a clipboard and poised pen.
"Christina, would you mind giving me your cellphone number?"
"Yes."
"Okay!" (Pen still poised, ready to write.) "Oh, you mean you would mind giving me your number?"
"YES."
"Um, do you have an email address?"
"Yes. But I'm not going to give it to you, and I'm not interested in your 'business opportunities', either."
(Sputtering now.) "But, but what if I need to get in touch with you?"
"For WHAT?"
"Spa business?"
"The spa has my number."
Finally vanquished, she retreated in disarray, slinking off to wherever LINDA lurks when not annoying me.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Elisha burst out laughing, "That was AWESOME!"
I demurred, explaining how hard it had been for me to overcome early indoctrination in people-pleasing politeness.
Elisha said with a smile, "That it was so hard for you makes it even MORE awesome!"
"Well, I'm forty years old. If I haven't learned by now how to stick to my guns, I might as well pack it in.
"You have ten years on me, that gives me a decade to grow some big, brass, Christina-Balls!"
For which I had no reply but laughter.
I felt LINDA looming next to me and glanced over to see her officiously holding a clipboard and poised pen.
"Christina, would you mind giving me your cellphone number?"
"Yes."
"Okay!" (Pen still poised, ready to write.) "Oh, you mean you would mind giving me your number?"
"YES."
"Um, do you have an email address?"
"Yes. But I'm not going to give it to you, and I'm not interested in your 'business opportunities', either."
(Sputtering now.) "But, but what if I need to get in touch with you?"
"For WHAT?"
"Spa business?"
"The spa has my number."
Finally vanquished, she retreated in disarray, slinking off to wherever LINDA lurks when not annoying me.
As soon as the door closed behind her, Elisha burst out laughing, "That was AWESOME!"
I demurred, explaining how hard it had been for me to overcome early indoctrination in people-pleasing politeness.
Elisha said with a smile, "That it was so hard for you makes it even MORE awesome!"
"Well, I'm forty years old. If I haven't learned by now how to stick to my guns, I might as well pack it in.
"You have ten years on me, that gives me a decade to grow some big, brass, Christina-Balls!"
For which I had no reply but laughter.
Rooftops
I've loved this song for a long time, had never seen the video for it until this morning. While I'm no longer a disaffected youth, I still say "scream your heart out!" Why the fuck not? Whether you have something you want to get off your chest, or whether you're so happy, you want to let the world know, just shout it out!
Try not to think badly of all the emo children in the video (I include the band!), I was once emo, too. Before they even called it that! Ask me about my emo poetry sometime. It made my kids laugh! ;)
Try not to think badly of all the emo children in the video (I include the band!), I was once emo, too. Before they even called it that! Ask me about my emo poetry sometime. It made my kids laugh! ;)
Friday, October 15, 2010
Not a very feel good moment...
happened very early yesterday morning, when my three-year-old pup, Harley, had a full-blown grand mal seizure.
My room is very small, so when I'm at my desk on the computer, I'm right up against the bed. I heard a "thump" and saw Harley on the floor. Not an unusual occurrence, since he tends to get tangled up in the sheet or pillow case and take a tumble while trying to get out again.
This time when I glanced over, however, instead of a sheepishly tail-wagging Harley, I saw him splayed out on the floor like a starfish, his tail whipping back and forth as he frantically rubbed his face into the carpet, all four limbs trembling and shaking. I totally freaked out as it seemed to go on forever, but was most likely only seconds.
After he stopped seizing, he tried to get up but was unable to. I tried to set him on his feet, but he just fell over. I picked him up and took with me as I went to my roommate Mulligan's room to ask for help. (Sorry for waking you in the middle of the night, Pal!)
I was well aware that there wasn't really anything he could do to help with Harley, but just having him as a sounding board was very helpful.
Harley was by now at least responding to his name and weakly trying to wag his tail. When I put him down, he was able to stagger a few steps before falling over again.
I made the decision not to take him to the vet, since I knew that nothing could be accomplished by that except wasting my money.
After we went back to my room, I kept Harley on my lap while I hied myself to google to do some research. He just buried his head between my thigh and my elbow, maybe the light was bothering him. I just don't know. This whole situation freaked me the fuck out, and I was near tears as Harley was recovering. The oddest part of it all was Tucker's reaction. He literally got up and moved away whenever the recovering Harley tried to snuggle with him. Totally unheard of behavior in Tucker!
The research showed me that idiopathic epilepsy (scroll down) does crop up in Italian Greyhounds, with an onset between ages 2 to 5 years. I did a TON of research before I settled on this breed, but somehow missed this. Dammit
About an hour after the seizure, Harley was his old self again, and he and Tucker were snuggled up together on the dog bed under my desk.
I was very shaken by this whole ordeal, especially after talking with his vet yesterday morning. There's nothing anyone can do, I'm supposed to just "keep [my] eye on him" and hope for the best. If he has more frequent or more severe seizures (though I can't imagine anything more severe!), he'll have to be put on phenobarbital to control them. Which would fucking suck..
So all this is in addition to the ongoing battle against ringworm, which is one I SEEM to be winning, albeit very slowly. Weekly lime-sulfur dips are the pits. Not to mention stinky. And expensive. *sigh*
Sorry to be all "woe is me", but if I can't vent on my own blog, what good is it?
Hopefully I'll be back with a cheerier topic tomorrow. We'll see.
My room is very small, so when I'm at my desk on the computer, I'm right up against the bed. I heard a "thump" and saw Harley on the floor. Not an unusual occurrence, since he tends to get tangled up in the sheet or pillow case and take a tumble while trying to get out again.
This time when I glanced over, however, instead of a sheepishly tail-wagging Harley, I saw him splayed out on the floor like a starfish, his tail whipping back and forth as he frantically rubbed his face into the carpet, all four limbs trembling and shaking. I totally freaked out as it seemed to go on forever, but was most likely only seconds.
After he stopped seizing, he tried to get up but was unable to. I tried to set him on his feet, but he just fell over. I picked him up and took with me as I went to my roommate Mulligan's room to ask for help. (Sorry for waking you in the middle of the night, Pal!)
I was well aware that there wasn't really anything he could do to help with Harley, but just having him as a sounding board was very helpful.
Harley was by now at least responding to his name and weakly trying to wag his tail. When I put him down, he was able to stagger a few steps before falling over again.
I made the decision not to take him to the vet, since I knew that nothing could be accomplished by that except wasting my money.
After we went back to my room, I kept Harley on my lap while I hied myself to google to do some research. He just buried his head between my thigh and my elbow, maybe the light was bothering him. I just don't know. This whole situation freaked me the fuck out, and I was near tears as Harley was recovering. The oddest part of it all was Tucker's reaction. He literally got up and moved away whenever the recovering Harley tried to snuggle with him. Totally unheard of behavior in Tucker!
The research showed me that idiopathic epilepsy (scroll down) does crop up in Italian Greyhounds, with an onset between ages 2 to 5 years. I did a TON of research before I settled on this breed, but somehow missed this. Dammit
About an hour after the seizure, Harley was his old self again, and he and Tucker were snuggled up together on the dog bed under my desk.
I was very shaken by this whole ordeal, especially after talking with his vet yesterday morning. There's nothing anyone can do, I'm supposed to just "keep [my] eye on him" and hope for the best. If he has more frequent or more severe seizures (though I can't imagine anything more severe!), he'll have to be put on phenobarbital to control them. Which would fucking suck..
So all this is in addition to the ongoing battle against ringworm, which is one I SEEM to be winning, albeit very slowly. Weekly lime-sulfur dips are the pits. Not to mention stinky. And expensive. *sigh*
Sorry to be all "woe is me", but if I can't vent on my own blog, what good is it?
Hopefully I'll be back with a cheerier topic tomorrow. We'll see.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Feel Good Moment
"I hope you're told every day how amazing you are!"
Well, it never hurts to hear it again! Thank you, Ms. Lesa. :)
Well, it never hurts to hear it again! Thank you, Ms. Lesa. :)
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Epic. Party. Take Two.
Last weekend I had the wonderful opportunity to spend time with friends old and new. It was Phlegm Fatale's birthday, and we helped her celebrate it in style.
Vine drove quite the distance to meet up with me in Small Town, then we headed over together to Elsewhere, TX, where the shindig was being held.
Here's the infamous flouncy top, with me wearing it, incidentally...
I've been informed that the flounciness doesn't show well in a still photo. Meh.
The food was amazing (especially the Amish Blue Cheese, NOM), the company of the highest caliber, and much fun was had.
Here are some of the attendees:
FarmGirl and Vine.
AepilotJim and Alan.
FarmDad and Farmmom, who brought me some amazing pickles, jellies, and some of the best barbecue sauce I've ever eaten (mmm, chipotle! Thank you, Dixie!).
Evylrobot Michael and Jennifer (such a cute couple!).
WTF? I have no pics of the birthday girl all by herself? Shame on me!
Well, here she is in a group pic; love you, Babe!
Also in attendance, but who avoided my camera, the ever lovely Holly, and her spouse, JPG.
LawDog, naturally. And his brother, Chris!
And I finally got to meet (and massage) Tolewyn, now I can add him to the "Bloggers I've Met" list on my sidebar!
We even recorded Vicious Circle that night, YIKES.
I did chair massage most of the evening, while wearing high-heels and being slightly tipsy. And I sang. While massaging Phlegmmy's feet.
Also, Phlegmmy's couch is supremely comfortable and I was so glad I had called dibs on it earlier!
Saturday we had a very leisurely breakfast and continued the gabfest, which is naturally the best part of any such gathering.
Then I gave the birthday girl her gift, a massage (on the table), with hot stones! w00t!
I also took the opportunity to work on Farmmom's new knee, before the FarmFamily took off for home. I was glad to be able to help.
Finally, round about 5 PM, Vine and I loaded up all my paraphernalia (and it was a LOT), and we headed back to Small Town. Back to the daily grind, and I will just have to sustain myself with the memories of a fantastic party and gathering. Until next time, that is!
Vine drove quite the distance to meet up with me in Small Town, then we headed over together to Elsewhere, TX, where the shindig was being held.
Here's the infamous flouncy top, with me wearing it, incidentally...
I've been informed that the flounciness doesn't show well in a still photo. Meh.
The food was amazing (especially the Amish Blue Cheese, NOM), the company of the highest caliber, and much fun was had.
Here are some of the attendees:
FarmGirl and Vine.
AepilotJim and Alan.
FarmDad and Farmmom, who brought me some amazing pickles, jellies, and some of the best barbecue sauce I've ever eaten (mmm, chipotle! Thank you, Dixie!).
Evylrobot Michael and Jennifer (such a cute couple!).
WTF? I have no pics of the birthday girl all by herself? Shame on me!
Well, here she is in a group pic; love you, Babe!
Also in attendance, but who avoided my camera, the ever lovely Holly, and her spouse, JPG.
LawDog, naturally. And his brother, Chris!
And I finally got to meet (and massage) Tolewyn, now I can add him to the "Bloggers I've Met" list on my sidebar!
We even recorded Vicious Circle that night, YIKES.
I did chair massage most of the evening, while wearing high-heels and being slightly tipsy. And I sang. While massaging Phlegmmy's feet.
Also, Phlegmmy's couch is supremely comfortable and I was so glad I had called dibs on it earlier!
Saturday we had a very leisurely breakfast and continued the gabfest, which is naturally the best part of any such gathering.
Then I gave the birthday girl her gift, a massage (on the table), with hot stones! w00t!
I also took the opportunity to work on Farmmom's new knee, before the FarmFamily took off for home. I was glad to be able to help.
Finally, round about 5 PM, Vine and I loaded up all my paraphernalia (and it was a LOT), and we headed back to Small Town. Back to the daily grind, and I will just have to sustain myself with the memories of a fantastic party and gathering. Until next time, that is!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Missing a signal?
I massaged a birthday boy yesterday, a young man turning 20. The massage on my schedule was a prenatal massage, but his pregnant girlfriend decided at the last minute to gift him with the service.
It was his first massage, so I guess he was shy (or maybe his girlfriend threatened to shank him), because he kept his boxers on. He also kept on his socks, which I discovered as I undraped his left leg. I asked him if he had athlete's foot, but he demurred, so I asked for permission to take his socks off, which he granted. Left sock, dirty, worn-out, white cotton ankle sock - off. Undrape the right foot... *blink blink*...new, black, woolen knee-sock. Hmmmm. His clothes and shoes were expensive, even I, thrift-store shopper extraordinaire, could tell that much. So what's up with the socks? Is it some strange code that I'm unaware of? Does it mean anything? You tell me.
It was his first massage, so I guess he was shy (or maybe his girlfriend threatened to shank him), because he kept his boxers on. He also kept on his socks, which I discovered as I undraped his left leg. I asked him if he had athlete's foot, but he demurred, so I asked for permission to take his socks off, which he granted. Left sock, dirty, worn-out, white cotton ankle sock - off. Undrape the right foot... *blink blink*...new, black, woolen knee-sock. Hmmmm. His clothes and shoes were expensive, even I, thrift-store shopper extraordinaire, could tell that much. So what's up with the socks? Is it some strange code that I'm unaware of? Does it mean anything? You tell me.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Alternate universe?
After I had changed into my party clothes, I went over to Mulligan to say good-bye, since I would be gone overnight. He took one look at me, asked me to pirouette for Jack (the FORMER roommate, who was finally there to pick up some [but not ALL] of his crap), and said,
"That is a particularly flouncy top!"
Who are you and what have you done with my roommate?!
"That is a particularly flouncy top!"
Who are you and what have you done with my roommate?!
Squat Fail
So, Friday morning I'm all psyched up for the epicness that is Phlegmmy's party, so I decide the best thing to do is hit the gym.
Lower body workout day, including squats on the machine. I'm up to 100 pounds now, and was just finishing up my second set of 15, when I pulled a little too hard on the handles, accidentally disengaging the brakes, as it were.
I didn't realize this until the elevator kept going down, down, down...and my knees were up around my ears! I tried to push the bar back up, but had absolutely no leverage. Somehow I managed to eel my way out of my predicament, but did NOT have the upper body strength necessary to push the weight back up far enough to engage the brakes in the proper position. So I had to remove the weights from either side, push the bar back up, lock the brake, add the weights BACK to either side, and do my final set of 15.
I'm so glad the gym was practically deserted and nobody noticed my fail.
Note to self: 1.Don't pull so hard on the handles. 2.Do more upper body workouts, because you are pathetic!
Lower body workout day, including squats on the machine. I'm up to 100 pounds now, and was just finishing up my second set of 15, when I pulled a little too hard on the handles, accidentally disengaging the brakes, as it were.
I didn't realize this until the elevator kept going down, down, down...and my knees were up around my ears! I tried to push the bar back up, but had absolutely no leverage. Somehow I managed to eel my way out of my predicament, but did NOT have the upper body strength necessary to push the weight back up far enough to engage the brakes in the proper position. So I had to remove the weights from either side, push the bar back up, lock the brake, add the weights BACK to either side, and do my final set of 15.
I'm so glad the gym was practically deserted and nobody noticed my fail.
Note to self: 1.Don't pull so hard on the handles. 2.Do more upper body workouts, because you are pathetic!
I think a hearing test is in order...
Me: I have Altoids...
Vine: Wait, what?! You have TOYS?!
Me: *blink blink* Not at the moment! ALTOIDS. Sheesh.
Vine: Wait, what?! You have TOYS?!
Me: *blink blink* Not at the moment! ALTOIDS. Sheesh.
Friday, October 08, 2010
Creepy/Cheesy...
if such a thing even exists! Also parked on my iPod, "Lucifer" by German band "E Nomine"...it has Ominous Latin Chanting PLUS Evil German Lyrics, how could you go wrong with that combination?
In other news, I might be internetless for a couple days, it's PARTY TIME at Phlegmmy's tonight! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PHLEGM!!!!
In other news, I might be internetless for a couple days, it's PARTY TIME at Phlegmmy's tonight! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, PHLEGM!!!!
Thursday, October 07, 2010
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
Thank you, Jennifer!
For posting a beautiful, articulate rant on the vileness that is Fred Phelps and the Westboro Baptist Church. I only wish I could write like that!
Go RTWT, people.
Go RTWT, people.
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
NOT lost in translation...
Had a fun time before microbiology class today, doing an exercise involving twizzlers, toothpicks, and mini-marshmallows...
Check out my DNA and mRNA!
In other news, I think there's a better time and place to discuss one's marital woes than micro lab.
And Mr. K.? "Magnanimous" is NOT synonymous with "Huge". Just sayin'.
In other, OTHER news, another mouse has bit the dust! w00t!
Check out my DNA and mRNA!
In other news, I think there's a better time and place to discuss one's marital woes than micro lab.
And Mr. K.? "Magnanimous" is NOT synonymous with "Huge". Just sayin'.
In other, OTHER news, another mouse has bit the dust! w00t!
I got chills...
they're multiplyin'!
Another classic, if you ignore the fact that Sandy changes herself completely to win her man...I LOVED this whole movie and all the music in it, the summer I was eight, and since then, too.
Another classic, if you ignore the fact that Sandy changes herself completely to win her man...I LOVED this whole movie and all the music in it, the summer I was eight, and since then, too.
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