PT-LawMom

Hey, Butterflyfish, look what I got!

Those of you who know me are laughing right now because this is soooo me (except I worry out loud a lot, too).

Random thoughts:
1) Comment on my posts this week, people! I am trying to be charitable and my many, many readers coming, reading, and NOT commenting is not helping these poor people. Seriously, comment. And give me some ideas for charities to feature on Friday’s “vote for a charity” feature. And for those of you who love to comment, don’t forget that this was Pseudostoops’ idea and you should go check out the awesome charities she has featured. Go, tell your friends, Tweet at people, post it on your blog, but get people to come comment on any day of my posts or Pseudostoops’. Lots of charities hurting out there right now so get to it!

2) Sleeping on the couch at the office during my litigation days in shifts with other people seemed fun. Crashing on the hard floor at my office after a long night working on my paper was sooooo not fun. Everything hurts, I’m exhausted, and I cannot stop!

3) Had a weird conversation with my masseuse on Monday (stop reading, Blue Eyes, or at least go get a pillow to hit if this bugs you). So he finishes my feet and then walks up to the head of the table and says, “Um.. uh… did you want a breast massage? Because, um, your consent form says you want one and, well, I asked one of the other massage therapists for some tips on how they do that and, um, well, uh, you seem pretty thorough.” What I wanted to do was tease the poor, awkward guy and say, “Is that your way of asking if I want a happy ending?” But what I said instead was, “Sure. I don’t remember what I put on my form because I have been coming for three years but the daytime masseuse does those all the time and it’s very relaxing so, sure, go ahead.” So he did and it was a little weird but mostly good because 1) a breast massage doesn’t actually involve much of the breast or the nipples, people, and 2) you hold a LOT of tension in the lymphatic area between your breasts and in on the sides by your armpits.

Anyway, I just thought it was funny that it took him about eight weekly sessions to ask. I found an article that explains what they do. In many states it is illegal for massage therapists to touch the breast itself more than just around the base, which is pretty much what both female and this male therapist did (all at the same clinic). Unlike some of my friends (yep, calling you out, girl!), I have never found a massage to be the least bit sexual (and, dude, this guy gets right up in my hip joints and inner thighs). I am usually way too stressed and like firm, painful pressure way too much to find it anything but super-relaxing. My massage clinic serves ballet dancers and lots of sports medicine referrals so they are very comfortable with the body and with getting right where you are hurting. I love, love, love this weekly form of stress relief and will be so bummed when my Mom decides I have destressed enough for her to stop paying for me to go.

4) I made some new affirmation t-shirts. They are mirror-image shirts with positive sayings, such as “The more grateful I am, the more reasons I find to be grateful.” You can check all of the shirts out here and maybe ONE OF YOU will buy one. I have sold two. Both to myself. Boo… As you can see from above, I support other bloggers. Support me! (Well, after Christmas. Right now go support one of the charities I’m focusing on this week. I’d be grateful.) Check out my full range of law student, MILP, WLS, tea lover, child with parent in law school, lawyer, affirmational, single parent, child of a single parent, etc., t-shirts today.

Back to work on my paper. Which my beautiful, wonderful, sweet, most excellent teacher just e-mailed to say we can e-mail to her by 3 p.m. on Friday instead of driving it to school. Yippee!!!