The fire alarm is giong off.

LOUDLY.

I call the office a bit alarmed and it turns out its the alarm for the building. So I am gathering things up and heading for the door. Just as we hit the front door, the alarm stops.

I popped my head out anyway and see one of the maintenance guys standing outside. I ask him if there is actually a fire and he shrugs.

This is NOT reassuring.

I’ve popped a stitch. Somehow I’ve poppped a stitch. Well, either that or I got a blood blister that popped. Its right under my left breast – and it also looks to be infected.

Other than that Mrs. Lincoln….

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To be perfectly honest, I am in a fantastic mood. I got so much done today. I went and got my dba for my massage practice. I ordered some first run business cards. I’ve been looking at space to setup shop. My hope is to find a doula and go into business with her; sharing office space and working on pregnant clients.

I’m a redhead again. It was an accident though. I was aiming for a mahogany. Apparently the spirits decided that I look better with dark red hair with copper streaks. Its kinda cool looking; I may or may not keep it. If someone comes up with a digital camera – I’ll post piccies.

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The hair dyeing was in celebration of paying off massage school today. I paid them off and took all my paperwork over to the Dept of Health offices. Whoohoo! If all goes according to my plan, I shall be a legal massage therapist in about 3-4 weeks. AND hopefully will get to take the boards in January as I first hoped. *sproing!*
Physically, I am feeling better. I think I could do 3 massages a day now. I’ll have to see. Any volunteers? *laugh*

I am SO looking forward to being able to contribute in a financial manner to this household. I hate feeling useless. And since my surgery, that’s what I’ve felt. Not terribly useful. I know its mostly in my head but there you go.

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Sprang a surprise on the kitties by giving them gooshy-food (as my favorite online cats call it). Little did they know it had their medicines and such in it. They sucked up their Fancy Feast like there was no tomorrow. Greedy buggers.

Tomorrow I’m supposed to take the Girlie rollerskating. She’s never skated and I don’t think I have in about 15 or more years. Hopefully, my ankles won’t snap under me. Other than limb-fear, I am looking forward to the excursion. If I could I’d dress us in matching roller-derby outfits. But I don’t have any pink satin.