Tuesday, November 27, 2012


Hey there, people.

I've had my head under a pile of books (Anatomy/Physiology, Pathology, Therapeutic Massage, etc.), and under a growing pile of children (or perhaps a pile of growing children?).

I'm still here, and I am so dang happy with my new direction that ALL of my directions are happier.  Except that I'm gaining back some of the many pounds I lost over the summer.  But it seems that I can't quite have everything, or everybody would hate me.

If I had more time and more inclination, I'd tell you all about it, but it's coming up on 9 p.m. and I'm getting old and tired.  And I also had a big glass of white wine (from a little BOX -- like a juicebox!  it's awesome), and I think I'm hitting the hay.

But first let me say:  why on EARTH isn't EVERYBODY training to be a Massage Therapist??  It's the best thing ever.  EVARRRRR!  LOVELOVELOVE.

End of entry.  xoxox


smalltownme said...

I wish my sister-in-law would, because she has the best hands. She says it's too expensive. At Thanksgiving she walked around the table and massaged everybody's necks. Ahhhhhhh.

Gary's third pottery blog said...

you would guess that everybody wants to be a MT's friend too :)

Ilyanna Kreske said...

I think it's grand
that you have great hands
and a cheerful disposition.

I'm happy for you
and your family too
And I wish you all the luck in the world.

(sorry -- I couldn't make it work)

Lala said...

I came here from Mrs. G's blogroll. I enjoyed reading some of your posts - you really should write some more ... Ok, you asked us to nag you :)

Enjoy your new profession!

Ilyanna Kreske said...

I am grateful to hear
that you're happy, my dear
tho I know that the work is a pain.
I'm sure your career
will take off like a Lear
thus I wish you good luck once again.