That would have been about three years before my day, right?

Also, it's a good thing my male students are more mature than my inner 12-year-old boy.

Me: "Tomorrow, you guys get wood." (Did I just say that?)

Them: No reaction whatsoever.

Me: Relieved to have dodged another innuendo bullet!

Damn, Raq. That's just effin' wrong.

So, Joe wants to buy me some jewelry for Valentine's Day. I've been thinking that I want some sort of mother-child necklace, but I'm not sure what I want. Not anything too sweet/cutesy, but something that represents Ellie and Frisco in some way. Amy suggestions?

Garnet and pearl combo in style of your choice?

Me: "Tomorrow, you guys get wood." (Did I just say that?)

Them: No reaction whatsoever.

They're not more mature.

They're pod people.

Signed,

37 year old man giggling at "Tomorrow, you guys get wood."

Raq, I'm sorry you are having such a rough day.

Poor Laura. Hope the doggy-leg trouble is something easy.

I knew I could count on you.

Mornin', All.

Note: Please disregard those "massage" ads in the back of the local newspaper. If the ad specifies hair color, ethnicity, or body shape it's probably not a legitimate massage endeavor.

I'm glad I was done with my bfast before I read this. Don't want Honey Bunches of Oats (generic) On My Monitor.

Oy, Raq, better-things-on-the-way-ma. Good luck with . . . everything.

No advice on the Pet Insurance. We never heard of it until after it would have been useful. Unless the fact that we haven't picked it up for future Situations counts as advice.

Grand Entrance-ma to your new niece, lisah. (So DO NOT want to know what that procedure means. Shudder> ).

Aims, good luck with the half-sis sitch. If it makes you feel any better - Mom's Dad's family didn't stay in touch after he was killed (May of '42, training exercise at Pearl went wrong), and she, and now I, totally wish we could track down/get in contact with/be found by someone from that side of the family. Not the same thing, I know, but still - unexpected contact can be good.

Steph, you still around? First, very excited to see the hair color change. You're boldly going where I'm too chicken to go myself. Second, can I ask details about your back surgery? Mom just got diagnosed yesterday (Degenerative Disk, I think). She thought she was just going to be getting the same surgery again that she had ten years ago (for Stenosis), but now that it's a new surgery she's Very Worried - esp. because they'll be putting in "pins or screws or plates or something". I mentioned that I had a friend my age who had recovered beautifully from something similar (just trying to be generally comforting), but she jumped on it and asked if I could get details.

And reading d's journal entry gets me thinking again how long it's been since I've seen C, my massage therapist. He's like 6'10", HUGE hands...

I'm looking forward to seeing the brunette Teppy. Change = fun.

The last massage therapist I saw actually left me kind of achey. I probably should have said, "Uh, ow" more often, but I figured he knew what he was doing! He was a Level 2! Or something.

Massage therapists, even good ones, aren't psychics, and everyone's different. Next time, say "ow!" Or talk to him about it ahead of time. If he doesn't ease off then, well, then he's not all that good.

I probably should have said, "Uh, ow" more often, but I figured he knew what he was doing!

Yeah, like libkitty said, everyone has different reactions to massage and intensity. Saying "ow" or otherwise indicating what you want is usually the way to go in this situation.