So I was massaging this client the other day...

and noticed this tattoo:

Master of my Fate
Captian of my Soul

I was so very tempted to say something to him, but:

A. It would have been completely inappropriate.

B. I would surely have been only the latest in a long line of people to do so.

C. I appreciate good tips and repeat customers.

D. I want to keep my job!

I hate biting my tongue, I truly do. 

New Weight-loss Strategy

I confess: ever since my lap-band was deflated/emptied, I've struggled with even maintaining my weight, much less losing it. (Obvious, when you think about it-I had the surgery for a reason!)

While the Hunger Games are working to a degree, I've been frustrated by repeated setbacks, and the up-coming weigh-in is sure to be painful, AGAIN.

But yesterday I had a brilliant insight. Most of my unneeded and unwanted calories come at night, after I'm supposed to be done with eating for the day. I get the munchies, basically, and it's hard for me to resist the urge to nom. While I don't eat anything crappy, the calories add up regardless. So, last night, after I finished dinner, I went ahead and did my normal bedtime routine hours early, which includes PUTTING IN MY RETAINER. I can't eat with my retainer in, and it's a gross pain-in-the-ass to take it out if I did decide to have anything to munch on. Success! Not only did I not snack, I ended up drinking plenty of water, just to fill up my belleh. So I hydrated, too!

We'll see how this goes, but I'm encouraged. Trying to lose weight is fucking hard, people.

Massage Protips

First of all, if you don't like to be touched and aren't really interested in receiving massage, DON'T LET YOURSELF BE PRESSURED OR BULLIED INTO IT. Most times this does not turn out well.

Second, if you have a massage scheduled, and you plan on not getting completely unclothed, you might want to think twice about wearing your favorite panties. You know, the ones covering your rather substantial bottom which are emblazoned with:

Delicious! Too Sweet! Bite Me!

It was really hard not to laugh.

Only in New England...

will you see a sign in the left-most lane that says:

RIGHT LANE MUST TURN RIGHT

:facepalm:

And then there was...

the male half of the couple's massage, who apparently thought that since HIS therapist had already left the room, it was okay for him to disrobe. Despite the fact that I was still standing there, talking to his pregnant wife.

I've never seen a man shuck his clothes so quickly...outside of a porno. I thought he'd merely taken off his shirt, but his pants must've had some kind of built-in translocation spell, 'cause he was actually down to his tighty-whities.

Seeing his thumbs tucked in the waistband of said underoos in preparation for the final reveal, I shrieked at calmly asked him to please wait until I left the room to get undressed, holding my clipboard up in front of me to block my view of him as I finished my intake interview. Then I skedaddled.

I deserve an extra tip for this whole affair. Hazard pay, just sayin'...

Seen in a convenience store window...

in Lynn, MA.

WE SOLD CAMERAS!

Too bad I don't have a time machine.

Hunger Games Week XI

Game called on account of WEER'D!!

Yes, you read correctly. SCI-FI and I agree that Weer'd is to blame for the omnomming that went on this weekend, leading to shameful weigh-ins this morning.
See, if we hadn't invited the Weer'ds to dinner on Saturday, we wouldn't have had ALL the yummy food that Mrs. SCI-FI prepared in the house. Plus, you know, the epic popcorn brittle Mrs. Weer'd made. And the ice cream. And on and on and on.

So, because it's always easier to pass the buck, we blame WEER'D!

See you next week. :)

Best Email I've Gotten in FOREVAR.

In my inbox a few minutes ago:

Dear Christina:

The WPE Appeals Committee accepted your appeal and overturned the original grade of Retake, or Void, to a Pass.

I would like to take this opportunity to congratulate you for passing the June 2012 WPE and meeting the Writing Proficiency Requirement. Your pass will be posted on your WISER account, but I advise you to print and keep this e-mail notification from the Writing Proficiency Office until you graduate; it will be your only paper copy and proof that you completed the requirement.

Again, congratulations and all the best in your future endeavors!

---

 I'm so stoked right now! I ruptured everyone's eardrums with my screaming, and now I'm hoarse. I also did a happy dance, and thankfully nobody had a camera handy. 

What a relief.

WPE Update

I had my meeting with a counselor and it went very well. I'm not as disheartened as I was going in, that's for sure!

I got a score of six on my exam, and seven is passing, so she advised me to go through the appeals process. As she put it, the worst that can happen is that they say, "No." I'd be no worse off than I am now.

Also, she definitely recommended doing the portfolio option if at all possible. She told me to go ahead and take any written assignment I'd completed at NBU, regardless of whether it was graded or not, and head over to the WPE office to get an opinion. While I'd still have to write a new essay for the portfolio, there are workshops and I could get my drafts vetted ahead of time. We'll see how it goes.

As of right now, I'm working on my appeals letter, which is due no later than 4 PM today...*gulp*. I guess it's another chance to show my writing chops. It's a delicate line to walk, having to show confidence in my writing without tipping into arrogance and entitlement. Hopefully I'll nail it!

Again, wish me luck!

Please. :)

Hunger Games Week X...backsliding!

Me: -8 (ARRRRGH...)

SCI-FI: -12

Two steps forward, one step back. For ME, anyway. No worries, I just had a couple off days (meaning, OMNOMNOMNOM...). I'll be back on track tomorrow.

Generous Tippers

receive forgiveness from the Grammar Nazi.

Loser

That would be me. I failed the WPE. I have one more chance to pass (the retake date isn't until next January) in order to be permitted to continue in the nursing program at NBU.

Well, I have an appointment to see my WPE counselor tomorrow and we'll go over my essay and where I missed the mark. Hopefully I'll get good feedback. Wish me luck!

Silver loves taking pictures...

whether the subjects of her pics love her doing so or not!

Charlie('s Angels?) on the T!

No, no I'm not.

As I was about to put my shoes on before heading out to work, I told myself, "Oh, I guess I should probably put some pants on. I'm not Robb Allen..."

For P.G. and E.S.

Hunger Games Week IX Update:

Me: -9.2

SCI-FI: -11

We are rockin' now!

Dear Lord help us...

the twins got their learner's permits today...yay? ;)

Car Bleg

So, anybody in the general Boston area know where I can get a RELIABLE used car? Or does anyone have a used car for sale? Or know someone who does?

Looking for a car that's up to ten years old, but not completely run-down. Automatic and A/C is a must, other than that, I'm flexible. It has to be able to get my girls from MA to ND and then putter them around Grand Forks for a few years. I'm willing to shell out up to four grand.

THANKS, Y'ALL!

Very Special Day

Today is a very special day, it's the day 21 years ago that I got EXTREMELY lucky in the daughter department:

IT'S SILVER'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!

She's strong, beautiful, intelligent, and yet she doesn't seem to be aware of any of that. It's something she definitely needs to work on. I want her to know that despite any setbacks, she WILL succeed. And I'll be cheering her on all the way.

Love you, Sweetheart.

Thanks...I think?

Me: I just have to put some makeup on, then we can go.

Daughter-who-shall-not-be-named (DWSNBN): You don't need makeup, Mom!

Me: Yes,  yes I do.

DWSNBN: *I* don't wear makeup.

Me: You don't need makeup, you're young and fresh, I'm old and worn out!

DWSNBN: You are NOT old and worn out! Okay, well maybe you're old, but definitely not worn out...

Me: Uh...thanks?

Hunger Games Week VIII

Me:-8.2

SCI-FI: -6.8

Yay, the decrease in calories is working (duh...)!

I "only" have 18 pounds left to lose...but I can do it! And SCI-FI needs to up his game, just sayin'...:D

(I love you, bro...you know I'm just kidding, right?)

Now I've seen everything.

"Hide-a-Wipe" camouflage toilet paper.

Let the apocalypse commence.

Gemini 1993...

has landed! The twins arrived safely and are now ensconced in the living room, playing Super Smashbros Brawl with their older sister. Life is good.

I was a little worried.

I massaged a new client yesterday who was a dead ringer for a (younger) Ben Stiller. I was slightly concerned, considering that Zoolander is one of my all-time favorite movies. But luckily, THIS didn't happen.

He was a perfect gentleman AND an excellent tipper. :)

I love living in the future!

My BABIES have graduated high school and their sister and I got to watch! Yep, thanks to the wonderful Intarwebz (and Al Gore!), Silver and I were able to watch live as Chaos and TallyAngel walked across the stage to accept their diplomas. I'm so proud of them! And they'll be here in two days to spend the summer, then it's off to college with their big sister.

Happy, happy day. :)

And then there was...

the douchenozzle in front of me on Route 1 who decided to go to McDonald's. Which would be fine, except he decided to slow down and come to an almost complete stop in the TRAVEL LANE of the highway before making the right turn, instead of getting onto the shoulder (or "breakdown lane", as they title it here quaintly...).

Front-mounted RPG launcher. Just sayin'.

Close Encounters of the Curb Kind

The lovely Nearby Big University (NBU) I attend has a requirement for my major of either completing a portfolio or taking a Writing Proficiency Exam (WPE) to demonstrate one's, well, writing proficiency. I guess writing an essay to get INTO the program and getting A's on all my papers isn't enough.

Because I'm a transfer student, I couldn't choose the portfolio option (all papers submitted have to be from NBU, and I didn't have enough), and since I have to fulfill this requirement before taking a specific class this fall, I had to take the WPE yesterday.

So, after a day spent at the emergency vet and dealing with my injured kitty and shelling out hundreds of dollars instead of perusing the reading set and taking notes for my exam, I got up yesterday morning at 5 AM and headed to the campus super early to beat the traffic. I parked where I usually do, in the lot, and started re-reading the articles and taking notes.

Around this time, I started feeling grumbles from my gut. I tend to be a nervous test-taker, and my nerves affect my belleh in a bad way. Plus, I had eaten a LOT of watermelon the day before, which in hindsight I really regret. I realized I should head inside and find a bathroom, stat. It was pouring rain, and I didn't have an umbrella or bag with me, because we were not allowed to bring anything of the sort into the exam with us (I didn't know at the time that they had a room set aside for a bag/coat check...grrrr.)

So, for the first time since being a student at NBU, I decided to take advantage of the convenient parking garage and head inside, out of the rain.

Since I'd been sitting in the car for over half an hour, all my windows were fogged up. I adjusted the vents to blow on the windshield and rolled the windows down, but the windshield wasn't completely clear as I inched my way carefully through the garage. The lower level was pretty much packed already, so I decided to head to the upper level, which was closer to the exam room anyway.

As I swung around the curve onto the ramp, I heard a horrible grinding sound and my car shuddered to a halt...the gray walls and gray floor and gray windshield had conspired to hide the existence of the low (GRAY!) curb which divided the up ramp from the down ramp. And I had managed to drive up said curb and firmly lodge my tiny car on it. I was pinned like a bug in some sadistic entomologist's collection and wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

After a circus involving using the emergency call box to get campus police out (no cell phone service in the garage), campus maintenance, the crappy jack that came with my car, and my mega-awesome, gigantic maglite, my car was un-stuck, deemed safe to drive (no pieces/parts falling off, no suspicious leaks or puddles), and I finally found a bathroom. I also made it to my exam with time to spare.

Honestly, it will be a miracle if I passed.

P.S. once the curb was car-free, it was shown to have a round hump at its end, with a hole in it. You know, a hole perfect for a pole with some kind of SIGN warning about the existence of the fucking curb?! I wonder how long said pole lasted before some poor sap in an SUV mowed it down...

Hunger Games Week VII

Me: -4.6

SCI-FI: -7.2

*sigh*

At least I lost what I had binge-added over Memorial Day weekend.
And now I'm down to 1500 Cal. per day instead of 1800.

We'll see how it goes. I'm frustrated.

Diagnosis:

Wound of unknown origin.

Eight hundred bucks and several stitches later, Pipsqueak is home and well. On antibiotics and pain killers, wearing the Cone of Shame, and quarantined for 45 days. Ah, the joys of having an indoor/outdoor cat.

*sigh*

Poor kitty wants to go outside so badly, but it AIN'T HAPPENING. He'd just better get reacquainted with the litter box, ASAP.

Pretty Prom Princesses!

My girls are not only beautiful, they are intelligent, talented, and wickedly funny. I can't wait to see them...only SIX MORE DAYS until they're here!

Overheard during a chair massage...

"It feels like my face is dancing!"


*snerk*

Silver has a new website!

It's still under construction, but she ported her other blog's archives there.

And here it is:

Systems Ready

Even though the main page says there are no blog posts yet, if you click on the "blog" button on top, you'll find her latest entries.

Enjoy!

Real.

I received a package in the mail the other day. It contained my uniforms and badge for clinicals in the fall.

Now it's real. And it scares me and exhilarates me by turns. Either way, it's been a long time coming.

Gas...

couple cents.

Drive-thru crap at McDonald's...couple bucks.

Belting out Boston's "Long Time" in perfect harmony with my oldest daughter...PRICELESS.

Yes, I got a little choked up, I admit it. There IS a story here, about a mother who, years ago, was perhaps a bit too honest, and a child who was perhaps a bit too young to truly understand what her mother was trying to tell her. Suffice it to say that hearing Silver sing, and having her sing with me, was absolutely wonderful. I can't wait to hear her again.

The spirit is willing...

but the flesh is weak.

I just can't quit you, Caffeine! My sweet siren...

*sigh*

If I'm not careful...

I might get hurt, patting myself on the back so hard. ;)

A regular client of mine who'd been having problems with his right shoulder since before he started coming to me FINALLY got an MRI. His doctor, who had insisted that it was bursitis, was surprised to find a fairly severe rotator cuff tear and scheduled my client for surgery.

I, on the other hand, wasn't surprised at all. I had told the client at his first visit that it sounded like a rotator cuff injury to me, and that he needed some better diagnostics done.

Of course, diagnosing and/or treating any kind of illness or injury is outside of my scope of practice.

But I knows what I knows.

Overheard at dinner...

I was telling Silver about seeing a sparrow feeding its fully-fledged offspring from the bird feeder. The "baby" was as big as its dad, could obviously fly already (it was up in a tree and following its dad from branch to branch, begging with beak agape and wings fluttering). I said to Silver, "I wanted to shout at it, 'If you can fly, fly your ownself to the damned bird feeder and stuff your gullet, give your dad a break!'"

Silver replied, "It's a College Student bird..."

*snerk*

You've got it all wrong.

The other day, a (large, male) client vetted my massage potential by my handshake.

"GOOD handshake, you pass!"

I didn't disabuse him of this quaint notion, but inside I was shouting, "I have a firm handshake because I'm GERMAN, not because I'm a massage therapist!"

Face it, many Americans can't shake hands worth a damn, and that goes double for American women, unfortunately.

I love Larry Correia.

And not just because he's an awesome author, either.

Go, read.

I finally got a massage today...

and all I can say is:

I feel tenderized. In a GOOD way. :)

I understand, truly...

I have been tempted on more than one occasion to do the same. The difference is, I can control myself.

So far, anyway...

I DID IT!

I just checked my grades! I got straight A's, yay! I'm so relieved, except the pressure of course is on now, to maintain my 4.0 GPA for the next five semesters...yep, that's how I roll.

Silver makes several good points.

So what are you doing here? Go there and read all about it!

Hunger Games Update, Week V

Come back next week for Week VI, I have my period and all bets are off! (Though SCI-FI is making EXCELLENT progress, of course.)

Misc.

-My new dentist's office, while being the typical, generic chain office (pushing upsales, etc.), redeems itself by playing hard rock/metal at adequate volumes. Everything's better with Iron Maiden. Even dentistry.

-Why didn't I realize until yesterday how much the Tobey Maguire "Spiderman" movies irritate me? I guess the first one was okay, but the rest? Ugh.

-Giving up caffeine (my precioussssssssssss) is fucking hard. And it makes me cranky.

-I can't wait for my massage on Wednesday. My colleague A. has her work cut out for her!

-New Englanders can't drive worth shit. Or they CAN, they just don't care to. Which pisses me off.

-I have a new mantra running through my head: Silver is an adult. Silver is an adult. Silver is an adult.
I guess it's more difficult than I realized to give up old patterns of behavior. I have to keep reminding myself that when I was Silver's age, I was married and getting ready to give birth to HER. And I knew EVERYTHING. I will probably have to amend the mantra when Chaos and TallyAngel get here next month, since they are adults, too.

-Why don't people listen? I bring clients into the treatment room, point out the chair, side table, and wall hooks on which they can place their clothing and sundry other items, then I come back into the room to find their stuff piled on the floor. Who puts their clothes on the floor, outside of their own homes? Weird.

-SCI-FI and MrsSCI-FI have the patience of saints. Just sayin'...

Stick a fork in me...

I'm done!

I took my physiological chemistry final yesterday, and it whupped my ass. Hopefully I got a high enough grade to get an A overall, but at this point, I'm just glad to have it over with. Now I have to prep for my writing proficiency exam (a requirement for graduation), which I'm taking the first week of June. *sigh* At least I had today to relax, right?

Hunger Games Week IV Update

SCI-FI: -6.6 pounds
Me: -4.6 pounds

Pretty respectable for four weeks. 

Onward and upward (or DOWNWARD!) Gotta reverse the SCI-FI winning trend...he's beating me like a rented mule! It's that darn testosterone...

Happy Mother's Day!

I hope all moms, grandmoms, stepmoms, and mentors of the female persuasion are having a wonderful day today, filled with whatever gives them joy.

Seen on a Bumper Sticker...

Jacob       Edward
I think I'll play on both teams.

Lord save me from Twitards.

Awkward.

That moment you put your feet in the stirrups and realize you forgot to shave your legs.

Heigh-Ho, Silver...

AWAY! From North Dakota, that is.

Silver is winging her way to Bean Town tomorrow, and I can't wait to see her! Safe travels, Baby!

Love you.

Nutrition

Done! I took my final yesterday and it was a piece of cake, and I got my project back with a very sweet A+!

Overall grade: A

Now I have to focus on chemistry. Final next Wednesday. Ugh.

The Avengers

Go. See it. AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.

Also, if you have very small children, HIRE A MOTHERFUCKING BABYSITTER OR I'LL METE OUT SOME RIGHTEOUS HULK SMASH ON YOUR ASS.

I realized something today.

While at my music director's traditional end-of-semester party, I realized that if you're gonna do karaoke or any other kind of sing-a-long, it helps to actually have singers there. It's a ton of fun, we can harmonize,  and we actually hit the high note in Bohemian Rhapsody. ;)

Almost done...

Classes are officially over, w00t!! I have my Nutrition final tomorrow afternoon (right after my clinical orientation, gulp!), and my Physiological Chemistry final is a week from today. I have a LOT of catching up to do in PhysChem, but I have a week to study and I only need a 71 on the final to get an A in the class overall, so I'm not too worried (yeah, right...this is ME, who am I kidding?!).
Then I have to prep for my stupid Writing Proficiency Exam, which I'm taking the beginning of June. THEN I will finally be done and be able to enjoy my summer. :)

The Hunger Games Week III

SCI-FI and I are tied at -3.8 pounds! (Yes, I gained weight. I fell off the wagon for two days and gained four pounds. So I lost three. I call that a win!)

Once more unto the breach!

See you next week.

I had a blast last night...

at the blogdinner for Tam. Except for three things:

Alcohol has calories (CURSES!).

I totally suck at pool.
and
I can't wear high-heels for a long period of time. My feet HURT.

It was truly a pleasure to meet new people and get reacquainted with "old" friends! The good times rolled. :)

Hunger Games Week Two

Total weight lost by moi: 4.8 pounds

Total weight lost by SCI-FI: 1.2 pounds

I'm currently in the lead, but don't count SCI-FI out...his weight tends to fluctuate, and tomorrow he might be down five pounds! I do have a slight edge, because as of today, I feel well enough to hit the gym again! Yay, working out! SCI-FI frowns on exercise, unless he's exercising his MEGA-BRAIN, so as I said, I have a slight edge. But SCI-FI also has testosterone on his side, which can't be discounted.

See you next Monday!

I am in LOVE...

with my new bank!

It's local, it's open all the time (see=SUNDAY!), the customer service rep was super-friendly and helpful, and when I was opening my new checking account today, she didn't bat an eye when I used my LTC as a secondary form of ID.

Bank of America can kiss my lily-white ass.

Overheard at the Spa...

"Fresh off the boat from 'Jersey Shore'." - My colleague K., describing the clients we're about to massage.

He had a point.


Oh, and just as an aside, it would be to your benefit to mention to your massage therapist, BEFORE the massage, that you got a piercing in your forearm earlier in the day. Thanks ever so much.

It's pretty sad...

when the neighbor's rabbit hutches smell far more pleasant to me than the guy standing next to where I'm sitting on the T. Fresh rabbit urine and droppings are more tolerable than STALE HUMAN PISS. Ugh.

Hunger Games Update

Week 1: Down 3.2 pounds. 23 left to go...

SCI-FI is being coy with his totals, likely part of his overall strategy of lulling me into a false sense of security...but we shall see who triumphs in the end!

CHRISTINA LMT/SCI-FI HUNGER GAMES: MAY THE BIGGEST LOSER WIN!!!

Nyquil dreams...

I want to dick punch my subconscious. While wearing brass knuckles.

First RAH, now JIM CARREY?!

Seriously, what's wrong with Vin Diesel? Or Chris Hemsworth as Thor. In those jeans...mmmm.

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Hey, Old NFO...where can I get some vindaloo around here? I'm envying you your vindaloo dreams.

Pity Party

I've had probably a month or so to write this paper, which is due early Thursday morning. Why is it that I only have a page and a half written so far? Why am I sweating bullets trying to finish it at practically the last minute? Procrastination SUCKS. Especially since I have two other projects, two exams, two concerts, and a final exam left to go. Plus I've been sick since Wednesday, missed two out of three days of work this week because of it (there goes my next paycheck), AND I got my period today. And dieting sucks. There. I'm done venting now. Bet you're relieved. But, hey...at least I'm not pregnant!

QOTD

Weer'd: But what if we tip you...in GUN?

Barter is a wonderful thing.

May the odds be ever in your favor...

Today marks the official start of the Christina LMT/SCI-FI Hunger Games. No, we're not going to fight to the death, we're competing in weight-loss. God, I'm going to be a cranky, raging bitch. My apologies in advance.

I had an interesting dream last night...

RAH was my father-in-law. Yeah, we got it on.

I guess I read too many of his later books during my formative years.

Ouch...

In the past few weeks, two therapists have been fired from my work. One for challenging our (tiny, pregnant) manager to a round of fisticuffs ("You wanna take this outside, huh? HUH?"). The other was texting on her iPhone. While she was giving a massage.

The stupid, it BURNS.

Fall 2012

I just registered for my fall classes! I'm going to be taking 16 credits: Intro to Nursing, Pathophysiology, Nursing Research (which is an online class), and Health Assessment. Two classes with labs, one of which, Intro to Nursing, is in actual facilities, with real live patients! Here's to hoping I keep them that way!

Hey, I recognize that!

As I look around during my long commute to school, I realize, "Yep, I've been on this particular train before."

Someone has defaced the sign on the door at the end of the compartment.
Instead of:

                         DO NOT LEAN AGAINST DOOR
                               NO PASSING THROUGH
it reads:
                         DO NOT LEAN AGAINST DOOR
                         NO   ASSING     ROUGH

Now, I've heard of "roughhousing", but "rough assing" is new to me. Hmmm...on second thought, I really don't want to know more.

Have a great weekend and a Happy Easter, everyone! I'm going to be working and studying for a nutrition exam. And working on a paper. And doing chemistry homework. Yay.

I'm such a dork.

Why, oh WHY, did I feel compelled to mention "My Friend Flicka" during nutrition class? Just because the mom in that book had a thyroid issue due to iodine deficiency, and we were discussing iodine and goiter...*sigh* It's not like I'm in fucking 6th grade, I'm in COLLEGE.

Oh, well. At least I'm certain to be remembered. As that annoying, never-get-her-to-shut-up dork, if nothing else.

Shocked!

I was shocked when I got my chemistry exam back a couple of hours ago: I GOT A 97!!! I truly wasn't expecting that, especially after the professor disclosed at the beginning of lecture that the class average was 64.

Now I don't have to sweat the third exam as much, since the lowest exam grade of the three will be dropped. I am dreading the cumulative final, though...*GULP*.

I'm so looking forward to the summer! No class, my twins will be here, I'll still only be working part-time...life will be good! I just have to get there...

Please, for the love of all that's holy!

Don't wear overpowering (or ANY, really!) fragrance when you're getting a massage.

My first client of the day today was DRENCHED in perfume that smelled like the misbegotten child of baby powder and those blue things you put in your toilet tank. It made the back of my throat burn and my nose itch and run.

Plus, it had horrendous staying power: I could still smell it in my room at the end of my shift, four hours later.

Don't do it, people! Think of your therapists and take pity on their respiratory tracts! Thank you.

Last week...

I was wearing shorts and basking in the sun. Now I'm back to wearing my heavy coat, scarf, and gloves. WTF, New England?!

Concerts!

It's that time!

If anyone local-ish would like to attend one or both of the concerts I'm performing at (yes, they are different!), drop me a line at lucrativepain@yahoo.com and I'll email you the pertinent info.

I'm nervous and excited!

Fashion victim?

Or just stupid?

A man wearing pegged jeans, especially when one pant leg is pegged higher than the other, ESPECIALLY with sneakers with NO SOCKS.

*shudder*

Seen on campus today. I wanted to run screaming in the other direction, but I had a class in the same building as the unfortunate young man.

As far as New England winters go...

this one has been a bust. I'm NOT complaining! ;)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Found on Facebook. I love it!

Overheard at the breakfast table...

mini-B (6 yrs. old): "I don't know what a 'chiropractor' is...sounds like a dinosaur!"

Trying to get a mental image of a dinochiro...hmmmm.

Spring Break!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

In the words of a famous person on the intarwebz, that is all.

Overheard at the breakfast table...

B. (Mrs. SCI-FI) and I are discussing the merits of having lunch at our local faux-Mexican place again...

B: Well, at least if we go there, we're sure to get lots of free stuff since that kid who works there likes you.

Me: Oh, c'mon! He doesn't "like" me, I'm just a good customer who's polite.

B: He has a crush on you!

Me: I'm old enough to be his mother!

B: Maybe he has a thing for MILFs.

*blink blink*

Me: Yeah, I got nuthin'. Except I'M BLOGGING THIS!

B. rolls her eyes...

Damn traffic!

The traffic was so bad on my commute to work last night, it took me FOUR TIMES as long to get there than normal.

Yeah, a whole EIGHT MINUTES instead of the customary two.

:D

Thank you, Weer'd!

SCI-FI, Weer'd, and I had a lovely afternoon at the range today, turning money into smoke and noise.

After firing so many,  many handguns over the past couple of years, I've finally decided on a carry gun!

This is quite the momentous occasion. And the winner is ................................drumroll please.............................. the CZ 82!

It feels great in my hands, I shoot fairly accurately with it (and the more I practice, the better I shall get), the recoil is moderate, and I just plain DIG the epic muzzle flash and the clouds of smoke from the "dirty, Russian gunpowder". Also, and the importance of this can NOT be overstated, it's a very cheap gun. Even a strapped-for-cash college student like myself can swing the purchase of one of these guns. And that's a very good thing.

So thanks again, Weer'd, for inviting us onto your playground and sharing your toys so nicely. You're a good friend.

Today...

I *am* the meaning of life! (Go look it up, Douglas Adams, dontchaknow?) :D

Do you speak Jargon?

I KNOW you do!

The first sentence from a paper I have to read for class:

"Current models or frameworks used to represent and or conduct research on determinants of human health have lagged behind in adopting emerging concepts of ecosystems: multiple spatial and temporal scales; nested hierarchies of socioeconomic and biophysical environments; inherent complexity of interrelationships among environmental components and influences; external environmental influences; and feedback loops between environments, providing self-organizational capacity and functional emergent properties."

 I'm pretty sure I know what the author is REALLY saying, though..."Hurr...I r smart!"

No wonder I presently want to beat my head against a wall.

I hab a code...

To those with whom I shared my tiramisu last night, using MY spoon, I offer a sincere apology, in advance.

I'm just trying to get through this without my head going splodey from the sinus pressure. Ugh.

Epic!

Dinner at Polcari's with AD and all the gang. Follow-up to, uh...follow. :D

Too much homework to do right now. Though I'm still buzzing from the two (measly!) drinks I had. Should be interesting...

*sigh*

I'm truly a light-weight!

98

was my score on my chemistry exam!

Of course, me being me, I'm irritated at the problem I got wrong.

*rolls eyes*

Is it THAT hard?

When I announce my presence with a cheery "Good morning!" as I walk into the small, sparsely populated classroom, is it really too much to ask that I get at least one reply?

Look, I don't even require a good morning in return, "Morning," without specification, would suffice.

Sheesh, some people!

I don't care.

My lovely and talented eldest daughter, Silver the Evil Chao, mentioned on facebook the other day that she feels like people are laughing at her behind her back.

Fuck the haters.

I know for a fact that people were laughing at me at the gym today, because I heard them, and I really don't care. Hey, I was bopping to a catchy song between sets, because I need all the motivation I can scrounge just to work out to begin with. Plus, the song reminds me of the epic roadtrip last summer with my twins!

La la la la la!

Hey, at least I wasn't singing along...out loud. :D

Exam...

crushed, annihilated, defeated. Thoroughly.

Now on to the paper that's due tomorrow for my nursing class...

Apropos of that, I lurve the dedicated "quiet floor" at my school library, it's so...QUIET. I can focus and get stuff done here.

Hey, you!

Yeah, you...disgusting man on the T who's picking his ears and flicking the earwax hither and yon. If that shit lands on the pretzel I'm eating, YOU'RE GOING DOWN. Be prepared. And buy some fucking q-tips and use them. AT HOME.

More local linguistic foibles

I've noticed that folks use "lay" instead of "lie" a LOT (really makes me cringe, btw.) And also "anyways" which is NOT a word. Just sayin'...

Filed under misc.:
-I got my first chemistry lab report back, 95! W00t!
-I've written two essays for my nursing class so far, several more to go.
-I have my first chemistry exam on Wednesday (gulp!).
-The director of the chamber singers is a bit too lackadaisical for my taste. He was absent last Wednesday and the accompanist directed. I was warned by another singer that he was a bit of a Nazi. She was right, and I LOVED IT. We finally got shit done! He kept order properly and we REHEARSED.
-We had a fire drill yesterday, right while I was in the middle of working out. Just call it workoutus interruptus.The entire building was evacuated, and all us gym rats were huddled together outside, in our shorts and t-shirts, trying to laugh about how quickly the sweat froze and how many calories we were burning with our shivering. Luckily it wasn't too cold and the sun was shining.
-I've noticed a student who wears a burqa to school, and I wonder what her student ID picture looks like.
-There's an actual "Occupy NBU" movement on campus. They have a folding table and chairs set up inside the main campus building, with four, two-man dome tents behind them. On the cold, marble floor. LOL. They are the butt of many jokes.

That's all for now!

Not a big fan of Starbucks here.

I think they're overpriced and overrated.

Yet I still bought a peppermint hot chocolate and a caramel square there today.

Have you made your purchase?

Happy Valentine's Day!

Unfortunate Discovery.

Apparently, just because I can READ on the bus doesn't mean I can STUDY on the bus.

Kindle reading, with its font and line-spacing changeability, is perfectly fine. My chemistry textbook? Not so much...*urp*.

Motion sickness sucks. Or blows, rather. Chunks...

I have been honored...

by two very special people, Old NFO and Ruth.

They awarded me this:

The cool thing is, this means "favorite blog" in German, w00t!


At any rate, I'm very grateful to NFO and Ruth for thinking of me. THANK YOU!

Well...

I was going to apologize to the lady sitting quietly in the stall after I resoundingly and robustly belched in the bathroom, thinking I was alone, but when I realized she wasn't going to wash her hands before exiting, I decided she didn't deserve an apology.

One uncouth turn deserves another.

To the Girl in the Gym...

who was wearing this t-shirt:

I totally *heart* your being awesome, too. For some reason, seeing you wearing this shirt just made my day.

Thanks!

Also, I need to get me one of these shirts.

Image from here.

You know what's cool?

Sprinting for your train, making it, and not being even slightly out of breath. THAT'S cool.

Speaking of the train, it is slightly awkward to get to a "good" part in a book you're reading, when you and the rest of the passengers are packed in tightly as sardines. I just pretend I'm invisible (and my Kindle is, too). Besides, everyone else is doing their own thing, anyway. Nobody is reading over my shoulder. Right?!

Inconceivable!

My chem. professor reminds me SO much of this guy. It cracks me up every lecture.