My head is a puddle of ooze.
If you might have a very bad idea that massage therapy school is elementary and/or effortless; you need to take that back. Immediately. Or I may just have to kick you in your adorable heads.
I'm too pooped to feel pooped. And somehow that has to be an oxymoron. But I couldn't tell you why - as I've previously told you, my cerebellum is glop. In fact, my brain is going to start leaking out my ear, my eyes and my mouth right on down to my stiletto clad feet. Which, by the way, are none to happy about having to not wear fabulous stylin' stilleto's every day I leave our Longhorn City home. The feets may just get used to the cushy sounds of . . . dare I say it . . . tennis shoes.
Quick, spork my head.
Ahem. I have a feeling this consciousness (or lack thereof) won't be gone until mid-July 2008. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. In the big scheme of things, it is a small amount of time. Short term brain pain. I can deal. It's just I can't begin to even tell my seven readers which end is up, let alone, read their blogs. Three to five hours of . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . Oh! The husband just called. He's opened a bottle of wine . . . . .
Bye-bye my pretties.
If you might have a very bad idea that massage therapy school is elementary and/or effortless; you need to take that back. Immediately. Or I may just have to kick you in your adorable heads.
I'm too pooped to feel pooped. And somehow that has to be an oxymoron. But I couldn't tell you why - as I've previously told you, my cerebellum is glop. In fact, my brain is going to start leaking out my ear, my eyes and my mouth right on down to my stiletto clad feet. Which, by the way, are none to happy about having to not wear fabulous stylin' stilleto's every day I leave our Longhorn City home. The feets may just get used to the cushy sounds of . . . dare I say it . . . tennis shoes.
Quick, spork my head.
Ahem. I have a feeling this consciousness (or lack thereof) won't be gone until mid-July 2008. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. In the big scheme of things, it is a small amount of time. Short term brain pain. I can deal. It's just I can't begin to even tell my seven readers which end is up, let alone, read their blogs. Three to five hours of . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . Oh! The husband just called. He's opened a bottle of wine . . . . .
Bye-bye my pretties.
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11 comments:
Tennis shoes, now that is much more sensible, much safer and MUCH more healthy for the feet!
Hope the wine helped to stop the brain ooze, but if not can we have a photo?
Surely an oxymoron would be that your brain is 'freshly pooped'.
But since your pooped, I'll let you off. Keep at it, you can handle it!
I feel your pain. Minus the stilleto part though.
That your head is a mush is just a sign that your working that muscle. You're learning it good.
Now, enjoy that bottle of wine!
Despite all appearances I do know when to use 'you're' instead of 'your'
rock chef: my feets are so safe in these tennis shoes that I tripped off the curb walking to class today. Had there been a car, I'd be typing you from the grave right now.
***le sigh***
Ian: I'm too pooped to feel freshly pooped. Your welcome. Or thanks. I dunno. . . take you're pick.
butterfly girl: I almost wore my Doc Martin flip-flop flower sandal thingys today. I decided, for better judgment, not to. I think if I had, I would've broken my ankle. (see rock chef's response)
r.e.h.: the head muscle is working overtime, but it IS paying off. I'm getting edumacated. And loving it!
I DID enjoy that bottle.
Ian: Your confusing me with you're word prowess. (you know, that's hard to do - purposefully use the wrong verbiage knowingly!)
"Up" is relative and vastly over-rated anyway. ;) Sounds like it's a good mental workout, and that's always fun even if you do feel exhausted for a bit. Congrats on slogging through! :)
Guuuurrrrrrrrlllll
You know I can relates!
Fo Shizzle!
mmmm....vino....mmmmm
Good husband to bring out the wine!
***chanting*** you can do it..you can do it...
But I don't think you should do any of that brain leaking stuff. It could be really bad for the career. And um....all of us, collectively I think....( i''ll volunteer to be the spoksperson for your 7 person readership) have never thought this is effortless or elementary. Quite the contrary I think. So, let's just put the 'spork' down ok??!!
Cheers!!!
Now get some rest!
I love how this whole rant was ended with the mention of wine. I hope it was gooooood.
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