An Actual Post...with Words!

I've been so busy reading and commenting on other people's blogs that I've neglected my own. Let's see how much of a post I can come up with Livers literally on my back trying to jerk my barrette out of my hair.

Yesterday was very relaxing. I took my mom out for a belated Mother's Day celebration at a local spa. (We had to wait this long because she had a hysterectomy right before Mother's Day and wasn't quite up to it.) We'd had massages and pedicures before, but we'd never had a real spa experience all at once before. Let's just say that trips to the spa should be at LEAST once-a-month mandatory. I'd not been so at peace and beautified in quite some time. (I wouldn't could being drugged up after a C-section as at peace, but it comes a close second.)

We got pedicures, full body Swedish massages, and mini-facials. The pedicure was one of the best I'd ever had. She was so gentle on my feet I didn't get ticklish once. She used one of those Ped-Egg looking things on my callouses, too, which was far overdue. I have GOT to get one of those, because pumice stones only do so much.

The massage was absolutely wonderful. I usually don't really enjoy massages, because my back is pretty tense and knotted and masseuses don't tend to be gentle enough, but this guy (yes, man; I don't prefer male masseuses, but that was all they had) was gentle enough I nearly fell asleep. And apparently my neck was really messed up, because I could feel him working out the knots. It hurt at the time but felt really good afterwards. I wish I could afford to do this regularly, because sure that toting around my 25 pound butterball has done some damage to my neck region.

The facial was OK, I would suppose. I'd never had one before, and I don't know if I'd have one again until I'm older and my skin's more damaged. I've overall been blessed with decent skin. It's genetics; my mom is 51 and has the skin of a 40-year-old, and my grandmother was the same way. She did say that I have clogged pores (who doesn't?), and she recommended all of these things that I could do at the spa to take care of it (and make her some more money). I tried to get her to tell me some cheap, at-home remedies for it, but she never took the hint. It was a nice experience, though. I loved this mask she put on. It smelled like spiced chai, one of my favorite things in the world. She also gave me a much needed brow wax. I'm blessed (cursed) with very full brows which require lots of maintenance that I have no money or energy to provide. When I worked I got them regularly, but with today's economy, me not working, and an almost 18-month-old to take care of it's hard to justify the appointments. She did awesome. One of the quickest and least painful ones I'd ever had.

The above is at Candid Carrie's request. Sorry, no before.

Though we were finished around 3:30, we couldn't actually leave the spa until after 4 because we were trapped by a torrential downpour as soon as we were finished.

The rest of the evening played out as most evenings do: watching Livers play, taking Livers away from things she shouldn't be playing with, watching the evening news (I've finally gotten to that age...), eating, bathing children, the usual. By children, though, I mean canine ones (Jeremy took care of Livers). They smelled. Bad. It's what happens when you don't bath your dogs for a couple of months. They're always a joy to bathe. Nothing like dragging two 25 pound dogs to a bath they certainly do NOT want. At least I didn't get scratched up like I usually do.

I can't believe the weekend is almost over. Hopefully I'll be able to knock off some of the things left on my long weekly to-do list before the day is gone.

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On a side note, my vegetarian daughter actually tasted, chewed, and swallowed not one but FIVE pieces of grilled chicken last night!!! I was as proud as the first time she said "Mama"!