The view from our room of the ski hill. As you can see, nothing going on |
Either rental bungalows or some peoples vacation homes... |
I should start this story off by telling you about the massage my mom and I went for around mother’s day. My lovely parents got me a gift card to a salon for my birthday so I decided to hold onto it until mother’s day where I thought my mom and I would go and get massages together. I called the salon and asked if we could both get massages at the same time, and they said yes as they had two technicians. They didn’t really ask me what kind of massage we wanted so I figured when we got there, we would get to pick. I guess I imagined us both going into the same room and getting our massages together. I’ve never had a massage before, but when I was looking at honeymoon things, I would always see these pictures of people all draped in towels getting their massage on. Granted, my mom and I weren’t on our honeymoon, but that’s still what I had in mind. As it turns out we had separate technicians in different rooms. My mom got a deep tissue massage, and I got a wat pho massage. If you’ve never heard of wat pho, don’t worry, I hadn’t either. It was a combination of yoga, some pressure on certain parts of my body, and being sponged down with this weird satchel thing. It actually was a very relaxing massage (except for the yoga stuff; that was kind of random) but it wasn’t what I pictured in my mind when I thought about a massage, which brings me back to last weekend.
They told me to get to the spa early so I could change into a robe and slippers and use the sauna, the steam bath or the outdoor hot tub if I wanted to. I was there by myself so I just changed into my robe and read a magazine in the meditation room. I did have to wander around and check out everything first though. It was SO NICE in there.
They don't let you take pictures because who wants to see people in robes, but here is one from their website. |
Will Rhymes. He was my favorite Tiger, now he's my favorite Mud Hen. sigh |
School and work has been consuming the majority of my time. I've been really bad lately about losing track of days. I seem to just think of everything in terms of "I work the next two days, and then I'm off for two." or "I have a paper due tomorrow."
Here is how bad it's gotten: I forgot Ronnie's birthday...
Well to be fair, I knew that Ronnie's birthday was May 5th, but I had no idea that it actually was May 5th. At around 2 that day I just happened to look at my cell phone and see the date and felt really bad. We went to a Tigers game a few days before his birthday to celebrate so it turned out okay.
We got really great seats. We were playing the Yankees that night and we were right behind the dugout. It was kind of weird seeing Jeter up close and personal. It was even weirder when the guy behind us kept yelling "The Yakees suck and Jeter swallows!" When Jeter would look in our direction I wanted to point at the dude that was doing it!
In the last piece of life news, I dyed my hair again. I was on a mission to grow it out, but then I got a new badge for work. I hate the picture. I can't even describe how much I hate it and it's all because of my hair so I did what any good over-reactor would do and bought some dye to change it back to blonde. I bought the John Freida foaming stuff. Using the foam was nice and simple and the color came out pretty even despite how long my roots were, but the color isn't as nice as the Feria dye I used to use. I'm such a sucker for marketing.
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