She has a point.

Silver points out the oddity of sexual segregation.

WHEEEEELS!

I haz dem.

Wow, two months without a car is an eye-opener, lemme tell ya.

I got an excellent deal on an immaculate '02 Honda Accord sedan, Carfax report and all vehicle maintenance records included.

The car only has 76 K on it.

Can't beat that! Of course, on Monday I have the joy of letting the Commonwealth of Massachusetts rape me my wallet.

Anyway, the light is really bad for pics right now, but I'll try to get some good ones tomorrow to post. Also, any name suggestions (after viewing the pics, natch) will be considered. The car is blue and has a spoiler, *rowr*.

I'm debating whether to spend money on vanity plates. I never have, but have always wanted to.

Hmmm....

LMT-RN
RN-LMT
MTRN14
RN&LMT (I don't know if special symbols are permitted. Must do more research!)

What do y'all think?

H/T to Ruth for setting my feet on the proper path. Without her, I'd not have this car!

Hey, it made me laugh.

Best electronic bank sign, seen outside a local bank:

"Pop in anytime!
(Except when we're closed.)"

So...

I cathed my first patient today.

Granted, "Mrs. Smith" was made of rubber and plastic, but STILL. My instructor was pleased.

And hey, at least "Mrs. Smith" couldn't mutter about how my semi-inept fumblings "down theah" reminded her of her late husband, God rest his soul. 'Cause that would have been awkward. ;)

Overheard at the Spa...

after the massage:

"Wow, that's the best massage I've had since I was in Southeast Asia! Yeah, for the equivalent of $2.50, you'd get acupuncture, a massage, and a happy ending...hey, I was 23 and a hotshot Navy pilot, whadda ya gonna do?"

(nothing except stifle my laughter ;))

*whew*

I survived my first week of nursing school. Do I get a t-shirt?

The word I heard most often from my fellow students is "overwhelmed". I used it (much) more than once, myself! I really believe this semester must be another "weeding out" phase. Why should the school invest a bunch of time and effort into teaching someone, only to have them fail at the end? It makes more sense to throw us into the deep end at the beginning of the program.
I keep hearing, "If we can make it through this semester, we can make it to the end!"

I hope they're right!

I'll have my pic taken on Monday when I'm in my uniform. I might even post it here...;)

Oh, and whoever thinks online classes are easy, YOU ARE A MORON! Just sayin'...

Fangirl SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Last night directly after my Nursing Assessment lab, I had the privilege of meeting one of my favorite authors EVAR...

LARRY CORREIA!!!!!

He not only writes supremely entertaining fantasy/sci-fi/noir/alt-history/thrillers filled with humor and gunnie goodness, he is extremely funny, eloquent, and just all-around NICE in person.

And he's tall. No, really.

 I'm 5'5" and I was wearing boots with a 2-inch heel.

Thanks to the efforts and madness of Jay G., after the event at the bookstore, we decamped to a restaurant and had dinner with Larry. Let me just say I haven't laughed that much in a long time. 

So, if you get the opportunity, I highly recommend that you jump on the chance to meet Larry while he's out on tour, and BUY AND READ HIS BOOKS. There are links on his blog. Okay? Okay.

 
 

Being without a vehicle...

has its ups and downs.

Riding my bike to work? Excellent.

Riding my bike over the overpass/freeway on-ramp that's closed to pedestrians, equestrians, and bicyclists? Nerve wracking.

Riding my bike to the back of the spa to lock it up and almost getting flattened by a rampaging garbage truck? Terrifying.

Getting to work in seven minutes? FUCKING AWESOME.

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I feel FANTASTIC.

I had a massage and a facial today. Thank God for employee discounts!

I'm so relaxed.

The only thing is, whenever I get a massage from someone new, I always think, "This therapist totally rocks! Wow, my massage is really BORING."

I know it's not true, but you can't help being excited by some new (to you) techniques. Then it's hard to let go and completely relax, because you really want to focus on what your therapist is doing. Trying to break that habit, otherwise I don't get the full benefit of the massage!

Other than that, I rode my bike to the Y to work out, I saw "The Odd Life of Timothy Green", and I START CLASS TWO WEEKS FROM TODAY.

I'm not worried. Not at all.

Weirdest Electronic Highway Sign

STOP HARMFUL INSECTS

KEEP FIREWOOD LOCAL

WTF? Only in Massachusetts...

My last client today...

had feet that smelled like cheese.

Right in the middle of the massage, I suddenly got an overwhelming craving for nacho cheese-flavored Doritos. And my stomach started growling. Loudly.

This "dieting" thing is messing with me!

Just when I think I've seen and heard it all...

there's the client who's a professional violinist.

That's not the unusual part.

This is: First, he asks me to make sure that NO music with violins is played. When I explain that I have no control over the music the spa pipes in, only the volume of said music, he insists on my turning the music off if ANY violins are in it. It makes for quite the awkward massage experience, for both of us, I'm sure.

I'm on tenterhooks the entire time, prepared to LUNGE for the wall and the volume control knob at the first hint of strings...then to try to estimate how long that particular, violin-polluted song will last. It's not fun.

Yes, I could just turn the music off entirely, but my client doesn't want that. He just doesn't want VIOLINS.

*sigh*

Repeat mantra in my head: The client is king. The client is king. The client is king. Big tip. Big tip. Big tip...

Northeast Bloggershoot

We had SO MUCH FUN!!

Thanks so much to the DoubleTroubles for hosting the event, and to Jay G., of course, for being the organizer par excellence.

Thanks to everyone who brought goodies for us to shoot and were so generous with their guns and ammo.

I got to fire the ye olde handgonne (literally a blast;)).

I'm so happy that I had a chance to fire my CZ82 for the first time, and it was as awesome as I had hoped.
I was also thrilled to finally be able to say, "Hey, you wanna try MY gun?" :)

It was lovely to see my old friends , and equally lovely to meet new ones (especially the ones I've known on the intarwebz for years, and finally met in meatspace!). Y'all know who you are, and I'm just too tired to list and link everyone, especially since I'm certain to forget ONE person who'll get all butthurt about it. JUST KIDDING (about the butthurt, not about the forgetting...I'm getting old, what can I say!)

The only complaint I have is that there was never enough time to sit and chat as long as I'd have liked with all the folks there. I tended to migrate from group to group but again: not enough time, dammit!

 Biggest surprise of the day: Lissa (with BabyKitty on board) and Mike unexpectedly dropped by!

All in all an extremely successful event, and I hope to see everyone again next year!

Thanks, Y'all!

Dear Client:

I'm sorry your lower back is hurting. I empathize, truly I do, because my lower back hurts a lot, too.

HOWEVER, wanting me to focus my massage efforts on your lower back during our session is somewhat impeded by the FUCKING PIERCING YOU HAVE SMACK-DAB IN THE MIDDLE OF EACH QL MUSCLE.

I can work around it, but it ain't gonna be pretty.

Thank you,

Christina LMT

Wish I had seen it...

and captured it on camera!

Mrs. SCI-FI came running down the stairs this morning, frantically unlocking the front door. I had let the dogs out a few minutes before and was making tea. I had no idea what was going on, though I could hear my dogs barking.

Turns out Mrs.SCI-FI had been in the upstairs bathroom and observed my dogs curiously approaching a rather protective (wild) mama turkey who was going about her business with her mostly-grown chicks at the bottom of the backyard, near the treeline. Said mama turkey objected to my dogs' course of action quite vehemently.

Bird-Zilla chased my dogs a hundred yards, all the way up the backyard and around the house, where my pups sought shelter on the front porch, and where Mrs. SCI-FI became their savior by letting them escape inside.

The turkey (which I've seen in our yard before) is definitely bigger than Harley and possibly equal to Tucker in size, with legs bigger around than either dogs'. And huge, vicious claws.

I'm glad my dogs can run fast, just sayin'!

Glee Project

Commenting on one of my favorite contenders being eliminated:

That's sad. But there can be only one! Glee Project. You know, it's like "Highlander", but without the decapitation.

I don't get it.

I've become very philosophical about tips. I've had to, otherwise my head would have long since exploded.

But I still don't get how the very same hour-long deep tissue massage can net me $6 from the first client and $30 from the second. Especially since both clients professed to lurving my massage.

Weird.

Late to the Game...

but whatever!



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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.