Non-Blogger

I'm such a "non-blogger" if there is such a word. I have no idea of what to blog about once I decide to log into my account and click "create" under the posting section. Of course during the week days and weeek-ends I have all these WONDERFUL stories that I want to capture in time and share and have for future reference, yet when the time comes it just doesn't feel all that special in that I couldn't weave a really good story out of it during those precious impromtu family gatherings. *sigh* Such is life. Aside from the fact that my azz can barely type because I had a "Sabai" massage (whatever that is) on Sunday and the brother that massage me worked my mucsles like a plastic surgeon removing fat from my body. Cuz if I tell you my muscles are sore, and that I can barely touch them enough to lotion my skin, you'd think I was kidding. And it's so funny because everyone was asking "ohhh how was the massage?" and I was like "oohh it was okay" and how I didn't feel much different, blah, blah, blah. Well later on that night when I decided to have a late night quick nap and woke up, I was sore. And I had not realized that my massage therapist had removed the knots in my neck and shoulders, thus making them sore because mine had to be worked OVER time from all the tension and stress. Plus add in the fact the last time I even had a professional massage was OVER 10 years ago. Okay? I told my husband I was gonna go back up to that spa and whup that little boy's butt who massaged me for making me sore. LOL

Anyway, I guess that's all for now. The little one's are asleep *touch wood* so I'm gonna sneak off and make me some yummy for my tummy apple crisps before they awake. And maybe start dinner. Yeah I know, I'm SUCH a f*ckin riot. ha!

*smoochies* Lady Richardson