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I'm back.

What's new pussy cat? Errr should I say puppy dog?

Recently my husband asked me if I still blog. I said occasionally, if I have something to blog about. Obviously that was a lie, because it is hardly possible that I have had nothing to say in the last 6 1/2 months. I didn't realize it's been that long.

Truth be told, a lot has happened. I got re-certified as a home health aide, I got certified as a medication aide, I worked at an assisted living facility for 2 months or so (something I swore I'd never do again), I graduated school and opened my own massage therapy office, and most recently I was hired full time by a local chiropractor as a massage therapist.

There is probably more I am missing, a great memory is something I lack. Back to my latest adventure. I interviewed for a position as a massage therapist in a chiropractor's office early last week. I was more nervous than I have ever been on an interview, because massage therapists are routinely asked to do a massage on their interviewer so they can see what type of therapist one is. Nervous probably isn't even a good word to describe how I felt. I interviewed though, did a massage and apparently he liked it because I was hired on the spot. Yipppeee!

Really working for someone as a massage therapist is not my ideal situation, but building clientele in my own office is proving to be quite tough. This is a nice office, seems laid back, close to home, two doctors, a friendly office staff, and also another massage therapist, oddly enough named Molly. Molly & Holly. Funny stuff.

Yesterday I passed by the office and noticed there was a new sign up for what was going in next door to it. The office is located in a strip mall and although I knew something new was opening there, I had no idea what. In big bright red letters it said "GROOMING." I looked at my husband and said I hope they mean human grooming and laughed because grooming is an odd choice of words to use. Well the pictures of dogs all over the plate glass windows of the place quickly told me that what I hoped for was all wrong. Dog grooming. Next door to a doctor's office is bad enough. Dog grooming next door to a doctor's office where they do massages. NO! NO! NO! And I share a wall with this new dog grooming shop. NO!!!!!!! I don't know how this is going to work, I don't understand it, don't the people who lease there have some sort of clause that states they will not lease to any business which may interrupt existing businesses?

I start there on Monday. The dog grooming place looks like they will be up and running in a couple weeks if that. I am hoping for the best and completely expecting the absolute worst.

Red Ribbon Week

It's Red Ribbon Week in the girl's school this week. Monday they wear all red, Tuesday is jeans, Wednesday is team day, Thursday is hat day and Friday is sweats day. This week is designed to help the kids learn of the dangers of drugs. Great concept. But both kids came home without any spelling words for the week. When asked why, I was told by both of them, we have a busy week with the Red Ribbon stuff. What????? So teach them about drugs but don't keep learning the important things, like reading and writing? Doesn't that seem bass ackwards to you? I love our school district, really I do, but sometimes public schools make little sense to me. Like they waste a lot of time on things that are just not important at all. But anyway.

Happy April 29th!

Alright so it’s been a minute since I checked in but life is busy and then there are naps to be taken. So forgive me, or don’t. That’s okay too. It’s just been I don’t really think about this blog if I don’t have a lot to say. Lately I find I have a lot to say. And now I will damned if I didn’t sit down here to let it all loss and I lost it.

So what’s going on? School (it‘s way harder than I ever expected), working in the student clinic (I hate hate hate the supervisor), doing my husband’s business’ paperwork (this is our business and how we make money so I am just complaining about work, shocker), kids (who are all doing excellent), the hubby (who I love today more than yesterday), trying to keep up with housework (okay that’s a lie), and just trying to stay sane (full-time job).

I am on Facebook a lot. Too much. After swearing I would not join Farmville, I did and quickly became addicted. Not cool cause I sit here planting virtual plants on my computer as my real seedlings we started are getting too big for their mini-greenhouse and really need to be planted outside. So instead now I sit here blogging. I should be studying, since I have a test tonight, clinic tomorrow, class this weekend, and 2 more tests next week, as well as 2 make up tests. Lovely.

Lately I find myself being short of patience and full of stress, which reminds me, I have been slacking with my meds and really need to try to start remember. My blood pressure is probably through the roof right now. Amazing how us mothers remember our kids meds, never missing a dose. I lay out my husband’s meds every morning with his breakfast that I get up at 5am to make him. But me? Well, I always find an excuse. I need to stop because if I don’t put me first sometimes, I will not be here to put them first ever.
Anyway I guess I really do need to get my butt in gear so I will keep this short and just try to return more often. If I happen to remember my rants and raves I will try to remember to hop on and let loose instead of posting status updates 5 times in an hour and Facebook and really pissing people off.

Goodbye

Goodbyes are hard. But I have learned through my pets sometimes goodbyes break your heart as well. It became time to say goodbye to Reagan recently. Maybe some of you will remember Meet Reagan. Reagan was a very special cat. He purred so loud. Loved laser lights. Loved crawling under covers and napping. Loved trying to knock a book out of my hands when I was reading and not paying attention to him. Loved sitting in front of the fish tank trying to catch the fish through the glass. Reagan was just plain and simply loved! Surprisingly the people at the shelter remembered him a year later. He was that special.

Being honest with myself for a moment I am not sure if I ever want another pet. (Yes we still have 2 dogs and another cat) Having pets means letting go, and it hurts, A LOT! Watching my kid's sadness is probably the hardest part. Amber takes it all especially hard. I don't know.

Goodbye Reagan, we loved you, I knew what we were up against when I adopted you as an older cat at the shelter and I just hope we hope we gave you an awesome last year of your life.