Monday, December 27, 2010


I forgot to post this last week (before the holiday).

I leave you with this:

Yes, that is my dog.  Yes, he is wearing a Santa hat.  And yes, he is PISSED about it.

Hope everyone had a safe and fabulous holiday!

Monday, December 20, 2010


I've had person after person ask me why I "check in" via yelp or why I review or why I don't do these things (ie:  review) for a living.

I really don't have an answer for that, except for...I'm pretty sure it won't pay me what I want, but if money weren't an object, I'd probably do it for a living.  I mean, why not?  How about that for a roundabout answer?  Hmm?  Hmmm?

I review places because I, quite frankly, have an opinion, and would like the public to know.  Why wouldn't I warn people of a restaurant where the cook sneezes into her hands and then puts those same hands in a bowl of noodles?  Ewww.  Why wouldn't I want people to know that there's a restaurant that has great service, great food, and great prices, or that there's a venue that's absolutely magical and my friends, who were looking for such a place, should get married there?  Why would I NOT share that information?  With everyone?  

We get out a lot, I admit that - to restaurants, bars, events at different venues.  Each one, in my humble opinion, has a little bit o' something that needs to be shared with the general public (that would be YOU).  

So yeah, that's why I review.  That and I get to go to some pretty cool events where there's food, booze, shwag, great people (watching), plus networking...for free.  All so I can write my tiny little opinion about it later in hopes that it generates some business (or not).

Does this make you want to write reviews?  If even a little bit?  :)

Thursday, December 2, 2010

I'm a caretaker

I'm a caretaker.  Just like it says in the title.  That is what I am.  There's a reason why people call me "Mother".  It has nothing to do with the CIA.  At all.  Turns out.

I watch out for everyone.  I can't help that.  I can't stand seeing my friends upset or hurt because oddly enough, I physically feel their pain.  I can't handle it when an employee is having a meltdown and everyone else is standing around with their mouths open, wondering what to do - I have to do something about it.  I shed a tear when I see an animal that's been abused (humane society ads be damned!).  I am very passionate about things that have nothing to do with me.
I want to make the world safer for my family, my friends, my friends' families, their pets (yes, cats included).  I wish there was more I could do.
But I am one person.  And I can only do so much.

So why am I in the position I'm in now?  
Good question.
I do not know.
I should be a counselor, a nurse, an EMT, a therapist.  
I am only a massage therapist.
I am only a human resources robot.
But...I am a caretaker.
And I can't change that.