Yes that's right. I am now a Nationally Certified Therapeutic Massage and Bodywork professional.
Licensed and Certified!
Whew. I'm alive.
I don't think it has all sunk in yet, although I have laughed with my friends, cried with my friends and shared a two margarita lunch with my friends, and that was just today!
I will tell more later. Right now I am listening to the radio www.kkfi.org as my hubby and his band are being auctioned for charity.
What a Thursday!
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Tomorrow..or not
Tomorrow is it. The final day. The last chance. The end of the road. The wall. The rock and a hard spot. The future. Or not.
Tomorrow I take the NCE. National Certification Examination for Therapeutic Massage and Bodywork. Tomorrow a computer with random questions pulled from a pool of 2000 questions will tell me if I can practice. Tomorrow some anonymous piece of paper will allow me to continue on my quest to publicly practice the art of assisted healing. Or not.
Am I nervous? My hands are cold, my feet are cold, I shake uncontrollably for no reason at all at times, my intestinal tract hates me, AND my newest challenge of Adult onset ADHD is kicking in with a vengence.
(I think that is a yes) (or not)
Yeah, I know I can apply and take the NCE again if I fail. I just don't want to fork up another $250 because they say so. Wouldn't a practicum be a better scale to decide on a touch-based profession?
Oh well, wish me luck. I plan to spend today just attempting to relax.
Kinda. ;)
Tomorrow I take the NCE. National Certification Examination for Therapeutic Massage and Bodywork. Tomorrow a computer with random questions pulled from a pool of 2000 questions will tell me if I can practice. Tomorrow some anonymous piece of paper will allow me to continue on my quest to publicly practice the art of assisted healing. Or not.
Am I nervous? My hands are cold, my feet are cold, I shake uncontrollably for no reason at all at times, my intestinal tract hates me, AND my newest challenge of Adult onset ADHD is kicking in with a vengence.
(I think that is a yes) (or not)
Yeah, I know I can apply and take the NCE again if I fail. I just don't want to fork up another $250 because they say so. Wouldn't a practicum be a better scale to decide on a touch-based profession?
Oh well, wish me luck. I plan to spend today just attempting to relax.
Kinda. ;)
Friday, February 17, 2006
Geez. The crap you read on the net.
My mind just boggles when I think about the crap I have read over the past few days. OMG. The human race is going to hell on a fast commuter train. Really.
One of my daily reads had a site with the worlds longest shit. oh ... it defies the imagination, and more than that.... WHY?????????????? gross. Just gross. Worse than gross... why the fuck did I look? I am scarred for life.
The flap about the VP shootin' his bud on a hunting trip. I mean really. Shit happens. We ALL know I am not ( or should I say no longer) a devout platform thumpin' Republican, however, have you ever been hunting? For god sakes man... ALWAYS announce yourself when you rejoin the line. Cheney didn't do a damn thing wrong. It was an Accident! Get over it. Would it be do damn dramatic if he rear-ended someone? Yeah, I know he won't be driving himself anywhere anytime soon, but lets just get some perspective here.... and tell all those damn reporters who have NO idea what a hunt is like to shut the f.... up.
(I can say that because I AM a reporter, formerly).
Still studying for the test. Still finding eight thousand ways to not study for the test. I wonder. Do I have ADHD ? If I was eight and needed to study they would drug me so I could.
It sucks to be an adult.
One of my daily reads had a site with the worlds longest shit. oh ... it defies the imagination, and more than that.... WHY?????????????? gross. Just gross. Worse than gross... why the fuck did I look? I am scarred for life.
The flap about the VP shootin' his bud on a hunting trip. I mean really. Shit happens. We ALL know I am not ( or should I say no longer) a devout platform thumpin' Republican, however, have you ever been hunting? For god sakes man... ALWAYS announce yourself when you rejoin the line. Cheney didn't do a damn thing wrong. It was an Accident! Get over it. Would it be do damn dramatic if he rear-ended someone? Yeah, I know he won't be driving himself anywhere anytime soon, but lets just get some perspective here.... and tell all those damn reporters who have NO idea what a hunt is like to shut the f.... up.
(I can say that because I AM a reporter, formerly).
Still studying for the test. Still finding eight thousand ways to not study for the test. I wonder. Do I have ADHD ? If I was eight and needed to study they would drug me so I could.
It sucks to be an adult.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
You should see what is on my table. Sweet Hubby brought me home a dozen red roses yesterday for Valentine's day. They are really amazing. Almost three feet tall over all, they look like red explosives coming out of a cloud of baby's breath.
Steven, ya did good. :)
So the studying continues. Test is next week. I really need to get some focus with it. I can't help myself, and it's making me a bit nutty. I study and then I get sidetracked on trying to build the business. Talk about your proverbial circle.
Build the business, but don't pass the test, then you won't have to build the business.
Pass the test but don't build the business, don't pay this months rent because you have no business and a pointless test result.
DAMN.
Just a few more days.
Anyone want to help me study?
Steven, ya did good. :)
So the studying continues. Test is next week. I really need to get some focus with it. I can't help myself, and it's making me a bit nutty. I study and then I get sidetracked on trying to build the business. Talk about your proverbial circle.
Build the business, but don't pass the test, then you won't have to build the business.
Pass the test but don't build the business, don't pay this months rent because you have no business and a pointless test result.
DAMN.
Just a few more days.
Anyone want to help me study?
Ponderables
1. It's OK to laugh during sex - just don't point .
2. There are very few personal problems that cannot be solved through a suitable application of high explosives.
3. Is there life before coffee? Yes, but not on my planet.
4. Some people live life in the fast lane , when you start your own business you live in oncoming traffic!
5. Diplomacy is the art of saying "Nice Doggie!"... until you can find a rock .
6. eja Moo: The feeling that you've heard this bull before
7. There is always one more imbecile than you counted on .
8. We have enough youth. How about a fountain of smart?
Snitched from Menopausal Bi-Polar Witch Babbling, and emblished by yours truly.
2. There are very few personal problems that cannot be solved through a suitable application of high explosives.
3. Is there life before coffee? Yes, but not on my planet.
4. Some people live life in the fast lane , when you start your own business you live in oncoming traffic!
5. Diplomacy is the art of saying "Nice Doggie!"... until you can find a rock .
6. eja Moo: The feeling that you've heard this bull before
7. There is always one more imbecile than you counted on .
8. We have enough youth. How about a fountain of smart?
Snitched from Menopausal Bi-Polar Witch Babbling, and emblished by yours truly.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Lessons from email.... Thanks Sandy!
Subject: The Wooden Bowl
The Wooden Bowl
I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law,and four-year
old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and
his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.
But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the
glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled
milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There,Grandfather
ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather
had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl!
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometime he had a tear
in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him
were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper,
the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked
the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy
responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your
food in when I grow up" The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears
started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.
I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life."
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.
People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.!
I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about .......I just did.
Ok, I know all this wisdom you just read is a copy of an email. But there are some pretty powerful statements in there, and a couple of those just ring in my head when I think about them.
For instance: "Sometimes life gives you a second chance." I am the poster child for second chances. After loosing my house, my marriage, and my entire social safety net, I can still say I have a good life now. Sure, I am living on nothing, trying to fund a business venture, and at times even buying milk and bread with a credit card, but I have another house, another relationship with a man I adore, I have all my children, and I can have a rational conversation with my ex if necessary. Second chances. This one also goes with "making a living is not making a life", as well as the catchers mitt thing.
"When I have pains it does not mean I have to be one." Whew!. After being on Vicoden for a year and seeing life from the other side of that.... well... hell yeah. I was a real pain while I was in pain and addicted. Do you think I could see it? Nope. I didn't even know I was addicted! I just knew the pills made it (the pain) not matter. Someday I will have to write about that.
It is just amazing and a testament to ~S~ that he stayed through the ordeal. I didn't understand a lot of things as I viewed the world through a narcotic haze, but they are clear now. And it has given me an entirely different view, or maybe a new level of toleration/understanding to my friends currently dealing with similar stuff.
I just hope I have raised my children with passion and enough compassion they will never feed me from a wooden bowl.
The Wooden Bowl
I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law,and four-year
old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and
his step faltered. The family ate together at the table.
But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the
glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. "We must do something about father," said the son. "I've had enough of his spilled
milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There,Grandfather
ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather
had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl!
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometime he had a tear
in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him
were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper,
the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked
the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy
responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your
food in when I grow up" The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears
started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.
I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life."
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.
People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.!
I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about .......I just did.
Ok, I know all this wisdom you just read is a copy of an email. But there are some pretty powerful statements in there, and a couple of those just ring in my head when I think about them.
For instance: "Sometimes life gives you a second chance." I am the poster child for second chances. After loosing my house, my marriage, and my entire social safety net, I can still say I have a good life now. Sure, I am living on nothing, trying to fund a business venture, and at times even buying milk and bread with a credit card, but I have another house, another relationship with a man I adore, I have all my children, and I can have a rational conversation with my ex if necessary. Second chances. This one also goes with "making a living is not making a life", as well as the catchers mitt thing.
"When I have pains it does not mean I have to be one." Whew!. After being on Vicoden for a year and seeing life from the other side of that.... well... hell yeah. I was a real pain while I was in pain and addicted. Do you think I could see it? Nope. I didn't even know I was addicted! I just knew the pills made it (the pain) not matter. Someday I will have to write about that.
It is just amazing and a testament to ~S~ that he stayed through the ordeal. I didn't understand a lot of things as I viewed the world through a narcotic haze, but they are clear now. And it has given me an entirely different view, or maybe a new level of toleration/understanding to my friends currently dealing with similar stuff.
I just hope I have raised my children with passion and enough compassion they will never feed me from a wooden bowl.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
15 days
Fifteen little days left until the (large cavernous sound please) Big Test. I study, study, study, and still Aruvedic and Chinese Meridian continue to eat my lunch. Ya think seven little chakras would not be such a big deal. Ok, so I get that part, but the kapha, pitta, bla bla bla..... Not to mention which meridian starts on your nose and ends on your toe... DAMN! If I don't pass, these are the reasons.
Company a week ago was fun! Dear Oscar has/hasn't changed. Quieter than "normal", but still "O". btw... still waiting on those B&W pics. ~wink~ *nudge*
Had a real meltdown a couple of days ago. It's the whole scorpio curse. Even went so far as to try to get a job working nights just to have $$ coming in. My financial hemmorhage really has got to stop. ... but I didn't start working somewhere else... and I got a couple new clients this week.
I know. I hear ya. But really I hate that plumber that took a cool $1800 from me. And the more I think about it, the more I feel ripped off. He "worked" less than a full 8 hours even tho he and his little monkey were here two days. Other than unload the massive back-hoe and dig a hole, plus jack-hammer the crap out of my basement floor, he didn't do a damn thing to warrent that much of my hard earned moola. That much money would have carried me through 4 months of rent. Or two mortgage payments. Or a FanTastic vacation. Or a year of groceries. Or, ... or... or.....
That plumber is the spawn of the devil. I am sure of it.
And his butt crack showed.
I wonder, is that a requirement when you study the trade? "Must have the ability to have your pants slide down past the top of your butt crack with a belt on."
Thank my lucky stars I am an MT. For a while at least.
Company a week ago was fun! Dear Oscar has/hasn't changed. Quieter than "normal", but still "O". btw... still waiting on those B&W pics. ~wink~ *nudge*
Had a real meltdown a couple of days ago. It's the whole scorpio curse. Even went so far as to try to get a job working nights just to have $$ coming in. My financial hemmorhage really has got to stop. ... but I didn't start working somewhere else... and I got a couple new clients this week.
I know. I hear ya. But really I hate that plumber that took a cool $1800 from me. And the more I think about it, the more I feel ripped off. He "worked" less than a full 8 hours even tho he and his little monkey were here two days. Other than unload the massive back-hoe and dig a hole, plus jack-hammer the crap out of my basement floor, he didn't do a damn thing to warrent that much of my hard earned moola. That much money would have carried me through 4 months of rent. Or two mortgage payments. Or a FanTastic vacation. Or a year of groceries. Or, ... or... or.....
That plumber is the spawn of the devil. I am sure of it.
And his butt crack showed.
I wonder, is that a requirement when you study the trade? "Must have the ability to have your pants slide down past the top of your butt crack with a belt on."
Thank my lucky stars I am an MT. For a while at least.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
I love these things...
| You Are a Visionary Soul |
 You have great vision and can be very insightful.In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer. Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul |
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Wednesday, February 01, 2006
It's February!!!
Somebody, please, tell my neighbor it is February!? Right this minute he is outside VACCUUMING his grass. Yes. Vaccuuming. His grass. With his leaf blower. omg... is this what OCD is? Next thing I know he will probably be doing it in his speedo.
Eeww... just the mental picture is too much to deal with.
It's gonna be a long looong warm season.
Eeww... just the mental picture is too much to deal with.
It's gonna be a long looong warm season.
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