Smiling Mom

Today I got a mas­sage.  Oh man did it hurt!  But, you know, in a good way.

For Mother’s Day all I wan­ted was a chance to redeem both hour long mas­sage gift cer­ti­fi­ca­tes that’ve been sit­ting on my desk for well over a year.

And, if it wasn’t too expen­sive, I wan­ted to tack on an extra 1/2 hour.

Today was day one of two mas­sa­ges this sum­mer.  And boy did I need it.

Throughout the years I’ve had many dif­fe­rent mas­sage gifts given to me.  So I’ve expe­rien­ced expe­rien­ced a wide variety of mas­sage sty­les.  My least favo­rite is the catch all Swe­dish Mas­sage.  I’m of the opi­nion that when I pay you a large sum of money for a ser­vice, I want to actually feel the mas­sage.  And often a Swe­dish mas­sage ends up being nothing more than a soft rub of the body.

So I always encou­rage the mas­seuse to mas­sage as hard as she wishes.

And this lady step­ped up to my challenge.

Appa­rently I have a ton of knots in my back, spe­ci­fi­cally  on my right shoul­der.  Can you guess why?  That’s right, I carry the ever gro­wing baby eigh­teen month old around on my right hip.

So today was a fan­tas­tic hour and a half break from the kids and house.

I wouldn’t go as far as saying that it was rela­xing, but it sure was nice being able to have time dedi­ca­ted just to me.  Without anyone tal­king.  No screa­ming, crying or phone rin­ging.  Silence.

And it was nice.

Tomo­rrow we leave for cam­ping.  We’ll be back late Mon­day after­noon.  In the mean­time my father will post a let­ter to BC that I wrote on Satur­day.  And on Mon­day I’m par­ti­ci­pa­ting in July’s Blog Exchange.   He’ll post that for me as well.

Oh, yes I did.

I got it.

And tried it.

No, that’s not me.

And you know what? I think I love it.

If you’ve been living in a hole, or in Guan­ta­namo Bay or have too much to do rather than watch Oprah, then you might not know that this new phe­no­me­non is swee­ping the nation.

The Neti Pot.

Cleans out your sinus’ and helps with allergies–sans medicine.

I have a head cold today, and used the neti pot for the first time.

My hea­dache ins­tantly clea­red up and I feel so much bet­ter. Frankly I’m ama­zed that there was ins­tant relief for me.

Who knew that something this dis­gus­ting could be so good!

Anyone out there a fan? I am. I’m not sure about the new spin-off. I’m going to have to watch it a few more times. But that Ty Diggs, Huh?

I digress.…

I sob­bed for the last 15 minu­tes. I look like a puffy marsh­ma­llow now. I’m going to bed.

I love that show.

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Run’s House! It’s true. What can I say? I’m a huge fan. I know what you are thin­king, “Uh, Smi­ling Mom, you are like, thirty. Get over it!”

True, I know. But I am gro­wing up. Really, I am. I’m no lon­ger watch Road Rules, only occa­sio­nally watch Real World, but still love Sweet Sixteen.

What’s there to dis­like? Entit­led bratty six­teen year olds, pis­sed at Daddy for not get­ting them the Mer­ce­des CLK they oh so desi­red. Daddy coughs up $250K to put on a birth­day bash to top the last six­teen year old’s Daddy’ party. Daugh­ter pouts throughout the whole party, but Daddy always comes through, get­ting her the $65K car in the end! Surprise!

But Run’s House. I can’t tell you how exci­ted I was today to see that MTV was having one of their Run’s House marathons. Five epi­so­des recor­ded. I’ve already watched two.

I’m a fan.

Whose house?? Run’s House!

Don’t bother. I’m rolling my eyes at myself right now.

Seriously, my son said WHAT???

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