This weekend my man and I are getting massages. I can't wait!! There's nothing better than a good massage to reinvigorate your body and mind. When we lived in Rhode Island, we were massage whores. We would go at least once every two weeks, sometimes weekly. Our massage therapist Matt at Heart In Hand Massage is THE most amazing masseuse EVER. He spoiled us rotten, and when we moved back to New York, the thing we lamented about the most was not getting our regularly scheduled dosage of massage.About a year ago we stumbled upon this place in Port Jefferson called Bodywise. I had always planned on checking the place out and giving it a test run, but either finances or schedules always got in the way. Full story...
This past weekend Nick and I moved house.My dad owns the house next door to him, and my ex-sister-in-law moved out at the beginning of August.
I posted this elsewhere back in mid-June 2006 but it is still poignant to me and bears posting again here.
That's my new baby -- a Strato Blue, 2006 Mazda 3s Touring Sedan. Five-speed manual transmission, 160hp 2.
Well HELLS BELLS, I'm back.After much poking and prodding, I'll try to be more frequent than eight months between entries.
Wow, I hadn't realized it's been so long since I last updated this page. With the holidays being so crazy and now work having me in major overtime overdrive, it completely slipped my mind.
My mom has always been a freak for being thin, and as such, has been on every diet known to man. She's doing quite well with Weight Watchers lately, and I'm glad she's on that because it forces her to eat three meals a day, something she's never done.
Back at the end of the summer I went job hunting to work in NYC once again, and to make more money. My job at the time was completely fine -- working for my mom's company gave me much latitude as far as what I did on a daily basis.
So last Thursday my sister Maria calls me and invites me to the movies to see Jarhead with her and her boyfriend.
My brother may be making a big mistake.I love him to death, but sometimes I just want to beat him to death.
You had a really bad day at work. Hell, the entire week was utter crap. You worked 9-10 hour days five days straight, getting home after 8pm each night.
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