Tuesday, May 30, 2006

The Happiest Birthday

To my love, the Hound.


Saturday, May 27, 2006

Ground Control to Major Tom

I am here at the chiropractor's. Today is my last Saturday working here. I will now be here only Mondays and Fridays. So I will be doing massage 4 days a week, with an occasional massage at my house on Saturdays. I thought about feeling bad about this for a bit, but then I remembered that I am a people pleasing kiss-ass who always thinks she needs to be doing "something". My body will thank me.

Ly's birthday is this coming Tuesday. Tomorrow we are having a little fete at our place. Just a few close friends, some good eats, much relaxation and carousing. Ly and I were gonna cook, but work has run away with both of us, and neither of us has the energy to do up the Asian feast we were originally planning. So I think we're going to order out. Does that suck? Does it totally ruin our quasi-urban-hippie-eastern-Buddhist chic? Any ideas on party games that would totally embarass Lyam, and make him feel old? Some that I came up with are:

Blindfolded Twister
Strip Super Scrabble
Prostate Massage in 5 easy steps
Who's the biggest fag in the room?

I saw my friend M and her new 6 week old baby yesterday. We used to work together at the massage school. The little one is SO cute. I love massaging little babies backs and bellies. They have so few conscious restrictions to how their bodies experience any sort of bodywork, it's very refreshing. I find that little babies really love cranialsacral work. They especially like it while they are still in-utero. I will put my hands on the mother's belly, listen for the cranial rhythm, and within moments the little one is grooving to the cranial rhythm and doing backflips. Of course, this sometimes pisses off the mother, but what are you gonna do?

So I am very happy with what I bought Ly for his birthday. He has 2 presents coming, one at his party tomorrow, and the best one coming Tuesday on his actual birthday. He's gonna be happy, and he's gonna be a monster. That's all I will say.

Been reading a book called Certain Women, by Madelaine L'Engle. She is the author of my all time favorite children's book A Wrinkle in Time. It's about actors, about men, about the bible (strangely enough), and about trust in oneself and others. Very interesting. I must talk to my friend R, who sent me this book a few months ago.

Still trying to plan something for the old man's and my 10th anniversary in August? Anyone been to the San Juans? Which one would you recommend? Any experience with inexpensive yet elegant bed and breakfasts? I heard a bed and breakfast horror story the other day. A friend of mine, went to Orcas Island, stayed in a bed and breakfast with Cathy Bates in Misery. My friend was woken up at 5am in the morning as she slept on the couch, by aforementioned psycho lady. The hostess was screaming at her inquiring as to whether my friend and her counterparts had invited people over the previous night, partied, and totally messed up the place. My friend and her people had come home from their job (they were doing a temporary catering gig), had a few beers (there were like 6 of them), and then gone to bed. And here this bitch is at 5 in the morning interrogating my friend. I would have got up, politely said "please shut the fuck up", and stuck my fist where the sun don't shine.

So I don't want to stay there. But Ly and I NEED to get away from the city for our anniversary. Any ideas and thoughts would be welcome.

Last night we watched a movie called "Trouble Every Day". I swear to God, my friggin husband and his penchant for artsy horror shock flicks. It's a damn good thing I was as adjusted as I was, or I would have had an infarction. The movie's going along fine, very interesting interpersonal drama, two people start having sex, and then the bitch eats this guy's face off. Yes, it's true. I immediately covered my eyes of course, but I hear her giggling with glee as I decide to take a look, and see a piece of the dude's lip hanging from her gullet. WTF? My God, WHY? WHY?

And on that note, on to my next client.

Friday, May 12, 2006

Estrogen levels at an all time high

While I myself, am not at an all time high. You ever have those days where you are pms'ing so bad that if someone says hello, or how are you with just the right inflection, you will burst into tears? Well today is that day.

I seriously did not want to get out of bed today. I'm not depressed, I'm not sick (read "ill"), I just felt the urge to hibernate and not talk to anyone today. Of course I get here to the chiropractor's and I have 5 massages. Thank you, thank you powers that be, but let's just say that today, work is a good acting exercise. My first appointment was entirely craniosacral though, so that put me in better spirits. I just feel my damn womb ready to burst, and it's annoying me. It's like I feel that anyone's gaze will burn a hole into my chest. While on the phone, I swore and yelled at the lady from the cab company, which I was calling because I missed my fucking bus by like 5 seconds. It was one of those bus driving away while I try to run with my pathetic little roller bag full of my lunch, 6 sets of sheets, my accordian file folder full of client files. Time slowed, my curses were drowned out by my heart beating from sprinting with my bag - it wasn't pretty. So needless to say, I was in a mood when I called the cab from the bus stop. Why are cab dispatchers some of the surliest, bitchiest, not getting laidest mother fuckers around? This bitch was like, "that's not a real address..." I'm like, "yes it fucking is." The difference was that I was saying Thomas East, and she apparently wanted me to say East Thomas. Instead of inquiring as to whether east thomas might be the correct address, she got all cunty. Therefore, so did I. I'm not saying I'm proud of it, but there you have it.

So on a lunch break now. Going to do my 4 other rubs, go home, have a simple yet filling dinner, rub some melty goo all over my body, chant, adjust my attitude, and relax. The only thing missing from that equation is a hot tub. Well, and we need to work in the requisite pre-menstrual sex. You read that last statement Ly? Good.

/end ranty bitchiness

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Computer woah, woah, woahs

As I sit here, my CD drive keeps opening and closing by itself, at different intervals. It would seem to be possessed, or just trying to ask for something. But I'm not sure how to respond. Ideas?

In addition, my damn blog roll has seen better days. It doesn't seem to be updating, again. I mean, I go away, things are fine, all settings on blogroll are good to go. I come back, and wallah, the whole thing's down the shitter. What gives?

Meanwhile, Ly and I saw Mission Impossible III the other day. Gotta give JJ props, and Phillip Seymour Hoffman was a great bad guy. Ving Rhames was hilarious, Jonathan Rhys Meyers was a sleek pumpkin of a thing. The girls were ok, Keri Russell was good, albeit in a brief stay sort of way. Very actiony goodness, Cruise is the same rippling lunatic he's always been, only worse because of the crazy shit he's pulled in the last little while. Megalomania anyone? Saw the trailer for Nacho Libre, after which I needed a bib. Wow is all I can say.

(the time is 4:19 pm)

and...............wait for it.....


I've decided that the character I'd play in an action movie, would be the big trucker girl in flannel. She'd go out and rescue all the people in the burning cars, after the missiles had attacked the freeway - or something like that.

Damnit, stop it you stupid CD drive...it's starting to freak me out, man.

* Edited to say that the blogroll is now functional.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

I'm a voyeur

So the couple next door to our bedroom is TOTALLY going at it right now. Girl is moaning a symphony. Is it a bad thing that I'm listening, paying attention, and mildly entertained?

Monday, May 01, 2006

email weirdness

Anyone trying to get ahold of me in the next few days, please cc my gmail address as well. It's stine69@gmail.com. My other email is acting funky, for now.

A two-legged doggie & a vodka cran - to go please

So look what I saw the other night on Inside Edition:


Edited to say: The link is fixed now

I cried, and cried, and cried. They showed pictures of the little thing as a puppy, standing up on it's two hind legs with these big ears, and two doe eyes looking at you just begging to be petted. Fuck though, if I were a two-legged dog, I'd be up on my hind legs begging to be petted as well. Hell, I ain't even a dog and I'm ALWAYS begging to be petted.

So the show is garnering some controversy. One of my clients, who works for the City of Seattle, told me that there had been a protestor in front of City Hall a few different days this past week. It was a single gentleman, who was protesting the fact that our show Woman/Girl was being linked to on the City's "Things to do in Seattle" section of their website. He claimed they were linking to "porn". I'm sure he's not even read nor found out anything about the show. That's the way these things work, right? Anyway, this dude apparently called KOMO news, the news folks called the City of Seattle, and from there, I'm not sure what has happened. But hey, a little controversy is good for the soul, right? The talkbacks after the matinees have been interesting. Despite some flaws, the show is bringing up a lot of issues for people. Issues of rating pedophilia/sex crimes, for example: female to female crimes aren't generally considered as "dangerous", "problematic" as male to female crimes. The age of consent varies from state to state. I also found out that the laws for heterosexual and homosexual age of consent laws vary. In many states the age of consent is higher for boys. Suffice it to say, the issues this play addresses, have been bringing up a lot of debate.

I'm starting to feel like I can breathe again in regards to my time, and getting my shit done. Why oh why is "getting my shit done" so fucking important to me. Again I have to thank my mother. I'm just a control freak, that's pretty much the end of it. Ly is not allowed to comment on that last statement. I want to focus on bringing in the bank so we can get Ly into a martial arts class asap. He, and in turn I, am so much happier when he has an outlet, with which to channel all the kinesthetic energy that lives in his body. And hopefully, with hard work and a little luck, we can have a friggin car within the year. I at least, want to find a nice place for us to go for a weekend on our 10th anniversary this August.

I'm also intent on finding a yoga class that I can start attending after Ly gets into martial arts classes. My body SO needs it. I've been having some neck/numbness/spasming symptoms again. I'm seeing the doc this week. They are manageable, but I want to at least get another referral for 12 more massages.

Ly and I purchased Serenity yesterday. Le Sigh. Only 4 more seasons of Angel to acquire, and the Joss Whedon world will be mine forever! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!