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I had several days off last week for the weather, which is both good and bad because not getting paid sucks but days off don't suck.  After that, I worked from Thursday through Saturday with Sunday off and then worked my normal week.  I've thought it was Wednesday all day.  Yesterday, I nearly wished a client a happy weekend.  My days are a little off.

Random is as random does:

• There is that joke that details one of the reasons men are scared of women is because anything that bleeds for a week out of a month and doesn't die is frightening.  Personally, I subscribe to all the PMS jokes.  Yeah, yeah, feminists everywhere want to yell at me, but considering that three days out of this week I was hurting and cranky enough to chew on chains, only to be placated by my hubby giving me a pile of painkillers, wasabi peas, and a token made in the silk painting class, then it's safe to say that I was definitely a beast that had been soothed.  Political Correctness is for wimps.
  
• My hubby is awesome, by the way.  Just sayin'.
• Wasabi peas are the best until the wasabi gets into your sinuses.  Then again, it's the danger that keeps dragging me back.
• I am the only one in the state of Arkansas not ready for the heat of summer. 
  
• I am seriously wanting some boiled crawfish.
• The insomnia is back.  Woo.
• Anyone else have this incredible urge to go to a strip club?
• So, I did a spa party for seven six-year-old girls.  It wasn't horrible.  It was very loud and the girls were cute.  However, I could've done without the two hours of Myley Cyrus on repeat.  Two.  Hours.  The only reason I didn't rip out my uterus that night and set it on fire in the front yard is because Super Husband wouldn't let me have a pair of pliers.
• Super husband bought me sushi, tea, a back scratcher, and wasabi peas for Valentine's.  Again, he is made of awesome.
• I have had two cups of Jasmine tea and am officially hooked.  Crack, that stuff is.
• Man Candy: (noun) That guy in that movie with those looks and that hubba-hubba that could make you unfaithful for at least one night even if you know it means nothing to you or him, but you gotta try anyway.  Everyone has The List.  The List of people who if approached you out of the fantastical blue to say they would do you for one night, you'd turn to your beloved and say, "You are the light of my life, my heartbeat, and my dying breath, but I'll be right back..."

Okay, so it's a short random list this week, but while this week was weird in the strange line-up of working days, it wasn't that weird altogether.  Well, Monday was strange in the little things that went wrong, but I blame my period.  It's easier.




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Before anyone asks, Antonio Banderas is at the top.  Have special place for Vin Diesel because he's a gamer and only if he doesn't speak.  Love the guy, but when he talks he sounds like a moron. 

So, yeah, the Saints (Woo! Who Dat sayin' dey gonna beat dem Saints?) win the Superbowl, and while the jokes about ol' Boudreaux needin' snow boots in hell were a flyin', wouldn't you know by midnight that night we were given a snow storm?

Who knew that ol' Boudreaux was kind enough to share?

Sit by a fireside for this one:

• It looked like 5 - 6 inches of snow to me, but I'm not sure.  All I know is that yesterday was the first day I went back to work since last Friday.
• On the bright side, I had lots of massages to make up for the drought.
  
• Before all of you damn yanks start laughing at us, remember that we might have, I don't know, two snowplows in the state of Arkansas.  The only roads that get cleared are the major roads, but since we have a propensity for ice instead of snow, nine times out of ten it doesn't do a damn bit of good.  We aren't prepared for the Snowpocalypse here, although, yes, I understand why you laugh.
• Did I mention the Saints won the Superbowl?  Just checking.
• Apparently, there was much discussion between the Problem Therapist and the Spa Owner today.  It sounded pretty serious over the walls of my massage room, but I know nothing distinctive.
• So last night the southern part of Arkansas was supposed to get snow like we were given on Sunday, but since they actually tried to predict that one, mostly there was a slight breeze and the distant laughter of Mother Nature.
  
• It did, however, snow in Louisiana. Yeah, ol' Boudreaux was thinkin' of home.
• It is also the first time it snowed in all fifty states - yes, including Hawaii.  This has lead to an amazing amount of religious apocalypse theories.  Look, guys, just because we throw around names like "snowpocalypse" and "snowmageddon" doesn't mean we really believe it.  Calm down.  It's just frozen water.
• Kind of reminds me of the time the Baptist church burnt down in Lafayette, LA.  They were one of those churches that did mass on TV on Sunday.  Flipping through the channels, some friends of mine and I happened upon it and the preacher was preaching from behind the alter that managed to survive the flames.  He proceeded to name seven reasons why it was all a sign from God.  Now, being a smartass Cajun at heart, I mustered up my best Cajun accent and claimed, "I don' know 'bout dat.  If God burnt mah church down, I'd be wonderin' what I dun to piss 'im off!"  (Yes, I'm a heathen.  Deal.  You also have to understand that Baptists are the minority down there.  Catholics look at them with a lot amusement and tend to pat them on the heads, especially when they start petitioning to get rid of things like festivals and fais do-dos.  I am not Catholic, but it was my upbringing so they are still foreigners to me even if I am now in the Land of the Baptists.  Also, Cajun Catholics are a different breed.  Trust me.)
• The snow reminded me of New Mexico and Colorado.  I was really missing those places this week, and really enjoying the snow.  I'm kind of sad it's melting, but happy if it will make people drive normally again, i.e make them drive with the normal amount of suicidal craziness and not full-on homicidal stupidity.
• So, like, weight loss: there hasn't been any.  Oh, well.
• Did you hear about the Saints winning the Superbowl?  I mean, really, what rock were you under?

So, there you have it, folks!  Another Totally Random Thursday (on the wrong day)!  Drink responsibly!  Drive home safe!  Tip your waitress!




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I say again for those who question how I can be so loyal right now when I really hate Louisiana.  Ya'll, my grandmother was full-on Cajun.  Couldn't speak a word of English when she was a kid.  Could out-cook any chef in the world and gave me cafe au'lait and veggies she grew from her own garden.  I am proud of my heritage.  Just because I reject the stupid politics, the horrendous heat, the massive mosquito clouds, and the massive trauma experienced at the hands of certain members of my bloodline doesn't mean I hate being Cajun.  Most non-Cajun peeps don't understand us ex-pats, but other Cajuns do.  And, ya'll seriously don't get our relationship with the Saints.  I Hate Football, but by the gods, I love my Saints.  I don't care if ya'll don't get it.  You don't have to.  Who dat!

So, yeah, I thought I could get away with a short post, but then I remembered it was Thursday, and while I've been lax lately, I'm trying to not be, which means if I remembered it being Thursday I better damn well produce a Totally Random Thursday.

Damn my self-imposed rules.

Read 'em and weep:

• So, a couple weeks or so ago, I was dragged kicking and screaming down to Louisiana to hang with our peeps.  Hanging with our peeps was most desired, but doing it in the ass-crack of the devil was not so much.  However, much fun was had and much booze was drunk.  What we didn't expect was to return home with a plague.  I say plague not because it was a terribly bad head cold we shared, but because apparently everyone in the household got sick.  Everyone.  I haven't told him "told you so" yet, but I will.
• Worked six days in a row last week for the first time since I lived in New Mexico.  I don't wish to do that again.
• The job has gotten busier.  We are very happy about this.
• The Problem Therapist got stuck alone with me today.  I was PMSing and cranky.  She must have sensed it, for she was on her best behavior.  Damn.  The first time in forever when there was no clients around for me to get a reason to chew on her ass.  Crap.  The gods protect fools and children!
• I did get a reason to chew on the Problem Therapist's ass last Thursday when she started a fight with the Spa Owner as loudly as she could while I had a client.  I quite enjoyed that moment of retribution.
• I still can't believe how really good "Avatar" was.  Although, I highly suspect that is all that Cameron has to offer us.  He hasn't made a good movie since "Terminator 2" and suddenly he pulls "Avatar" out of his ass.  Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised if he was done.
• I have cramps.  I haven't had cramps in four years.  I did not miss cramps.  I'm seriously considering the options between going back on Depo and staying fat.  Stay tuned for the inevitable meltdown.
• There is a Plan for MidSouth Con. It involves being dressed as Southern Belles and going Nerd Hunting.  Yes, alcohol will probably be involved.  Yes, there will probably be pictures.  Yes, we will probably need bail money.  Please consider donating.
• I'm going to unleash a good friend of ours - who is a nerd of a different color but who likes the vampire thing - upon the vampire LARPers at MidSouth Con as a southern belle of course.  Hijinks will definitely ensue.**
• DragonCon!
• Also, I haven't lost weight yet.  Damn.  Oh, well, I will continue trying.  If I don't, you will have to take me as sexy and large.  Or at least sexy and strange.

There, happy now?  Sheesh!  So demanding!

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**"Well, bless your little pointy-fanged heart!  Aren't you precious!"  We also have plans of taking flashlights and shining them at the "vampires" and screaming, "Sparkle, bitch! Sparkle!"

It has been a seriously strange week.  Not bad, just strange.  Strange like Twilight Zone, not strange like  Tom Cruise.  (If it ever gets strange like Tom Cruise, I beg of my friends to please lock me away for the good of humanity.  Or, at least, use me as weapon.) And, away we go!

• So, we're moving the spa into a much better building with a much better landlord and into a town that literally is so excited we're coming that we have people we haven't seen in months showing up asking, "Are you guys really moving back?"  Yeah, it's awesome.
• Okay, so it's Spa Owner that's built that rep, but they all look at me with respect because she has the opinion that I'm a good therapist.  You know, that's such a great feeling, and damn, I could never ever pay that woman back even if I gave her diamonds forever.
• The only catch to the move?  The one therapist with the hoarding problem who has been living at the spa - and denying she's living there despite our telling her we know - to avoid the very hoarding problem that will not go away just because she's unethically living at the spa.  Yeah, it's seriously that screwed up.  She's a fabulous person, but damn if she doesn't need some serious help.
• We're still moving despite her psychosis.
• So, two days ago, I was thinking about an old client and wondering why we never got back in touch.  Spookily he called me yesterday.  No complaints, though.  He is a regular outcall as long as he doesn't flake out.
• As mentioned in a previous post, two friends are going through what is turning into a nasty divorce.  I saw the wife yesterday as a client.  My heart breaks for her, and that's all I can say.
• Her husband who was sad to someone about the idea was sad to only that someone it turns out.  To everyone else, he's quite jovial about the situation.  I'm really still wondering about his mental capacity.
• Last week was dead at work in a worrisome way.  This week I am happily busy, but now I'm worn out and just want to sit in a corner and drool.  I can't wait until it's steady enough that I'm used to it.
• Found out that the chiropractic clinic I worked at until August that was worrying me about its practices apparently is getting a reputation for disreputable practices.  I feel a little vindicated, yes.
• I love my husband.  But, ya'll knew that.  It still bears repeating.
• This weekend is a gaming con in Little Rock.  My stalker is coming to help me deem if it is worthy.  If not, we're going to see "Paranormal Activity" and hopefully be scared shitless and then go home and watch more horror movies and drink a lot and just have some serious fun.  It's been a long week, yo.
• My mom called me to talk Girl Talk.  She met a guy.  It was like talking to a squealing 17-year-old.  It was precious!
• Fight for You is my current favorite song.  It's how some of our hearts speak.
• NaNoWriMo is falling far behind the procrastination powers of Old School Gaming.  Want a challenge? Start NaNoWriMo with much bravery, but then try to look it in the eye again later when you've been procrastinating for a week.  T'aint easy, my friends. T'aint easy.

That is totally my story! ________________________________ I am so happy for the weekend.  When it doesn't involve naps, it might involve cleaning, but it will definitely happiness and much drooling if it doesn't involve that as an end-of-the-week routine already.

So, dudes, dudettes, and spawn of both, I've been a little busy planning this party thing. I've also been a little busy trying to not panic about said party thing. There are people I don't even know coming to this shindig.  I haven't a problem with friends-of-friends or friends-of-Super-Husband, but when someone makes a joke about I don't know some people attending and I realize that he was very much correct, it's a little disturbing. Crashers will be dunked in boiling oil. On to the Random!

• Had a dude come into the spa the other day and act severely suspicious.  Suspicious enough to wig me out and make me seriously paranoid.  We are now locking the doors a lot more often.
• NaNoWriMo is soon...very soon.  I kind of have a clue what I'm going to do.  Kind of.  I think it involves sweating, swearing, panicking, and a lot of tearing out of hair.
• Ya'll This Pumpkin and Cake Mix Thing? Total awesomeness with a sweet apple cider glaze!
• I have a turnip!
• I have come to realize how much I hate sleep.  There is too much I want to see and hear and do.  Sleep is a damned inconvenience.  Of course, Super Husband would say my lack of sleep is damned inconvenient to him, but you know, Tomato, Tomahto.
• I figured out why everything happens last minute with the parties: I over think decoration and such the weeks before.  The last minute stuff is where I get inspired.  Here's hoping that's a trend that continues this weekend because it's closing fast.
• We got four copies of Windows 7 in today.  Super Husband has been a happy geek.
• Yes, four.  And, that doesn't even cover all of our computers.
• I tried to warn our neighbors of the impending party.  They, in their typical "I've seen it all" old lady ways, they kept telling me it was all good.  Don't worry!  They were good with it!  I kept telling them that there was apparently an army of people coming and that it could run late and please let me know if it's too loud or they block driveways...They just pshawed me and smiled and went into their homes.  I love my neighbors.
• Well, there's some people a couple of doors down I am told are a little...suspicious...Might have to do some patrolling of vehicles that are parked in that area to make sure nothing happens.  I would hate to have to explain to my awesome neighbors that the cops weren't necessary even if our friends caught them robbing a car and decided the best retaliation was to turn them into a realistic Halloween prop.
• I thought Spa Owner was going to chew on someone today.  Our roof is leaking again.  Landlord/stupid-bastard-who-shouldn't-own-an-ugly-purse-much-less-a-building has yet to address it.  I personally encouraged her to call and shout at them.  I would have encouraged a little less on the angry side, but you see, this has been a fight that's been going on since February.  Yeah, it's time to get ugly.
• Turnip!

So, there we have our Totally Random Thursday totally late and totally with enough randomness to make you wonder why the hell you're here. You're welcome. _________________________ I can't tell you what Super Husband will be for the party.  He wants it a secret.  But, I will tell you that I have informed him if he wore said costume and/or performed said tricks befitting of said costume after Halloween, I would divorce him.  Yeah, it's that brillian.