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My girlfriend and I have been dying to try this new foot reflexology place for a little while.  I’ve heard great things about it and it has been so long since I had a good foot massage (sorry hubby, but it’s true).  I mean, who doesn’t want a 45 minute foot rub hitting on some cool pressure points, right?   Relaxation Station….here I come.

Fast forward to our big day of pampering.  I left early from work super excited at the thought of sipping champagne, having my feet, hands and neck rubbed while catching up on some good girlie gossip.  But first, a quick oil change (I know…I know…boring), but one of those things I figured would take all of 10 minutes since I went to a place called Take 5.  Turns out, I have a special filter, so it was more like Take 25.  Towards the end of that marvelous adventure, I realized I was the one that needed to grab the champagne and had not done so…crap!  I call Tang Dynasty and let them know we are running about 15 minutes late.  They were so nice and said “no problem”.  So, I blast down to the store, frantically running around the champagne aisle looking for cold champagne.  None.  In fact, they don’t even have a cold section for wine and champagne.  WTF!?  Nevermind…we will just have to wing it, soberstyles.

I arrive at our destination just barely on time and walk in.  My girlfriend is waiting for me and I quickly realize this is not going to be at all what I had imagined.  First of all…quiet down folks. Quiet.  Down.  It was so quiet.  Sssshhhh… Ok.  I’ll play along.  The place is actually very zen and peaceful.  We gathered our things and walked into “the room”.   A room with about 20 massage chairs and we were placed on a foot stool facing our own chairs.  I wondered why they didn’t sit me in the relaxing massage chair that looked extremely comfortable.  I wondered why they sat me on the stool across from that big, beautiful chair calling my name.  I found out why.  It was neck/back massage time. And guess what?  They do that with you sitting upright.

I thought to myself, “I can get into this.  This will be nice before a long foot massage”.  I thought wrong.  There were elbows digging into my neck and spine and shoulders.  I was cringing in pain, but I felt too self-conscious to say anything so I just kind of tried to hold my breath in and then slowly breathe through the pain.  I wondered if they could see or feel my body shrinking away from them with each push.  Are these pressure points?  Is this going to make me feel amazing or am I going to have bruises everywhere when I leave?  This lasted about 10 minutes.  Digging, pulling, yanking and more digging.  Now, there were parts of it that felt amazing, like when he would gently rub my temples or rub the top of my head (you know how that felt when your mom would do that to you as a child?).  But that was short lived.  Finally, they stopped and sat me on the big comfy chair and reclined it back for me.  Here we go…this is what I’m talking about.  45 minutes rubbing on these feet and calves.  They placed a towel over my eyes…my own private sanctuary.  Let’s reverse for one second…to the long lost champagne.  Thank goodness I didn’t buy any because this is NOT the place to sit, sip and talk.  Nope.  This is the place you don’t speak.  EVER.  So, the universe was with me on that.

I was lying in my chair, towel over my eyes, ready for complete relaxation.  I think I truly underestimated how seriously they take this reflexology thing.  It’s no joke.  There were pressure points I didn’t even know existed.  At times, I actually was really relaxing (I’m not gonna lie, it was usually when they were just rubbing the soles of my feet or rubbing my arms/hands) — because after that, it would get serious.  I mean, almost rubbing my legs off. If you have hair on your legs, plan for those hairs to be gone by the end.  But, like a trooper, we stuck it out.  We breathed through it knowing that there had to be some reason for this not-so-torterous-torture.  Will I sleep like a baby?  Is my body getting rid of toxins?  Will I be able to walk afterward?

At the very end, they did a really nice hot stone massage on my legs and feet (I imagine to ease the muscles from all the tension) and then just like that…they were gone.  I took my towel off my face and looked around.  Gone.  Do I just get up?  Does someone come get me?  Where is the door, it’s really dark in here.

My girlfriend got up and we made our way back out to the front.  The staff, I have to say, was absolutely wonderful.  So friendly and sweet and wanted to make sure we had a nice, relaxing day.  Of course we said yes.  We paid (super inexpensive for that amount of time) and oddly enough, we both said we would do it again.  Something must have subconsciously creeped into our brains during that whole thing…because I would do it again.  However, I know what to expect: a little pain, a little relaxation, no bruising..but the end result being pretty relaxed and happy.  Pressure points are on point.  They obviously know what they’re doing.

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12/21/17:  Update:  I went through Hurricane Irma as well and my thoughts resonate the same as this:

I recently went through Hurricane Matthew.  I haven’t been in a hurricane since I was probably 11 or 12 and living in Virginia Beach and it was pretty big, but not damaging, from what I can remember.

I’ve lived in Jacksonville now for over 3 years and each year during Hurricane Season, we see storms…tropical storms, etc.  But, since I’ve lived here, nothing like Hurricane Matthew.  This, the news noted, was the biggest Hurricane in over a decade and was going to slam our beautiful city.  I wasn’t nervous until a few days before as you’re watching the news track it and then, of course, amp it up a million times.  “You will die.  Your kids will die” ….you know, if you don’t evacuate.  They literally, put the fear of God into you.  So, as I started to see people getting nervous, I became nervous because I thought “well, if these are all seasoned hurricane survivors and they’re getting nervous, I guess it’s the real deal”.

Matthew was aimed to hit us on Friday, so by Wednesday, we were all gearing up to evacuate and get out of harm’s way.  The hubs and I decided to head down to Clearwater Beach and stay with his brother.  My son, River decided to stay because he had work on Saturday and lived with a bunch of friends further inland than us.  I did not want him to stay.  My motherly instinct kicked in and I had all of these visions of the roof blowing off of his house or him being scared and clutching the sides of the bathtub as he tried to survive the madness.  My mind was going crazy and I was worried sick.  An amazing thing happens when you have children.  You become the most selfless person in the world.  All you think about is their happiness, their needs…  However, the kids don’t see it that way.  They see it as you being a worrier and overly dramatic.  Argh… so, needless to say, he stayed, regardless of my advisement against it.  My strong-willed baby boy.  Okay, not baby.  He is almost 21 years old.

Anyhoo…fast forward to Thursday morning, we packed up and drove to Clearwater. It was 5am, we had our 4 month old puppy with us and we got on the road.  It was already raining pretty hard, it was dark…we needed coffee.  Stat.  Mission accomplished (with a minor puppy accident in the backseat of my hubby’s jeep …woops!)  So, that made for a lovely car ride after.  Approximately 4 hours later, we were knocking on the door and announcing ourselves as houseguests.

I watched the news constantly…I was constantly refreshing my iPad to see what it was doing.  I was constantly contacting River to make sure he was being safe and not trying to go play in the rain (as if he were still 10 years old).  I watched the news WAY too much.  It completely messed with my head.  I was praying and hoping and picturing the hurricane calming down.  Geez.  I couldn’t sleep, I was so worried and nervous.  Why?  Because it was a) what they were calling a CATASTROPHIC hurricane and b) because River was not with me and I kept thinking I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to him.  Dramatic, much?  Yeah, I know.

In any case, I couldn’t stop watching the news, reading about everything that was coming.  The catastrophe, the total devastation, the end of Jacksonville and other cities.  WTH?  It was like a trainwreck…I just couldn’t look away.

What I noticed it did though…was pull out my spiritual thought process.  I guess it’s similar to people who “call on God” when they are desperate, right?  I grew up extremely religious.  Church every Sunday, Sunday school, Wednesday Bible study, church camp, etc…  I have to say, as I grew older, my views and thoughts changed slightly…more so, away from “subscribed” religion, the kind where it’s basically pretty hypocritcal.  I turned inward, I read books, I looked within and my spirituality grew higher.  Through this experience, I realized how spiritual I truly am.  Part of me felt guilty “calling on God” or praying or what-not.  Wasn’t that me being hypocrital?  No, it was me pulling at my roots, my soul…MY understanding of God, the Universe…my beliefs.

Isn’t it true that circumstances don’t make the man, they reveal him?

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Who’s Misty? by Belle Vie - 1M ago

My hubs and I bought a townhome in Jacksonville last year.  Yay for us, right!? Well, let me back up.  We put the downpayment on our “forever home” in August of 2014.  We didn’t get the luxury of moving in until April of 2016.  Why?  As you will soon learn through numerous blogs, there is SO much more to building a house apparently, then one could ever think.  If I never hear the word PUNCHLIST again, it will be too soon for me.

This is just one story of the many about our lovely, luxurious townhome.

The hurricane that came through a few months back knocked down some lovely trees that used to cover the tennis courts over at the country club that sits directly behind us.  Our master bedroom has three gorgeous windows that overlook that spot.  They used to be covered with trees and you couldn’t see the tennis courts.  However, now…you see a portion of it, along with a lovely little old yellow shed.  I guess they didn’t feel like putting any additional trees/bushes or anything to help hide the view, but par for course, although we were told they were adding almost a million dollars worth of landscaping.

I was getting dressed yesterday when what to my wandering eyes did appear?  A large black penis spray painted on the back of the shed.  Well, good morning to me!  So, I called over to the country club and asked if they would kindly remove it.  They said they would do that ASAP, and were very kind.

Well, this morning…as I’m getting dressed and looking at our freshly cleaned windows (we had a company come out and clean the outside yesterday), I see that they have fixed it!  As I peer a little closer, I had to rub my eyes.  Was this a joke?  Now… instead of looking at a big black penis, I’m looking at a big white penis. Seriously?  I mean, WTF?  They couldn’t just spray the whole side of the shed white?  They couldn’t spray it into a square or a circle or a heart?  Nope…they had to literally spray the outline of the penis and color it in.  And then, I guess they stepped back and said to themselves “Yep, that looks good to me!”

You had ONE job.

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My girlfriend and I have been dying to try this new foot reflexology place for a little while.  I’ve heard great things about it and it has been so long since I had a good foot massage (sorry hubby, but it’s true).  I mean, who doesn’t want a 45 minute foot rub hitting on some cool pressure points, right?   Relaxation Station….here I come.

Fast forward to our big day of pampering.  I left early from work super excited at the thought of sipping champagne, having my feet, hands and neck rubbed while catching up on some good girlie gossip.  But first, a quick oil change (I know…I know…boring), but one of those things I figured would take all of 10 minutes since I went to a place called Take 5.  Turns out, I have a special filter, so it was more like Take 25.  Towards the end of that marvelous adventure, I realized I was the one that needed to grab the champagne and had not done so…crap!  I call Tang Dynasty and let them know we are running about 15 minutes late.  They were so nice and said “no problem”.  So, I blast down to the store, frantically running around the champagne aisle looking for cold champagne.  None.  In fact, they don’t even have a cold section for wine and champagne.  WTF!?  Nevermind…we will just have to wing it, soberstyles.

I arrive at our destination just barely on time and walk in.  My girlfriend is waiting for me and I quickly realize this is not going to be at all what I had imagined.  First of all…quiet down folks. Quiet.  Down.  It was so quiet.  Sssshhhh… Ok.  I’ll play along.  The place is actually very zen and peaceful.  We gathered our things and walked into “the room”.   A room with about 20 massage chairs and we were placed on a foot stool facing our own chairs.  I wondered why they didn’t sit me in the relaxing massage chair that looked extremely comfortable.  I wondered why they sat me on the stool across from that big, beautiful chair calling my name.  I found out why.  It was neck/back massage time. And guess what?  They do that with you sitting upright.

I thought to myself, “I can get into this.  This will be nice before a long foot massage”.  I thought wrong.  There were elbows digging into my neck and spine and shoulders.  I was cringing in pain, but I felt too self-conscious to say anything so I just kind of tried to hold my breath in and then slowly breathe through the pain.  I wondered if they could see or feel my body shrinking away from them with each push.  Are these pressure points?  Is this going to make me feel amazing or am I going to have bruises everywhere when I leave?  This lasted about 10 minutes.  Digging, pulling, yanking and more digging.  Now, there were parts of it that felt amazing, like when he would gently rub my temples or rub the top of my head (you know how that felt when your mom would do that to you as a child?).  But that was short lived.  Finally, they stopped and sat me on the big comfy chair and reclined it back for me.  Here we go…this is what I’m talking about.  45 minutes rubbing on these feet and calves.  They placed a towel over my eyes…my own private sanctuary.  Let’s reverse for one second…to the long lost champagne.  Thank goodness I didn’t buy any because this is NOT the place to sit, sip and talk.  Nope.  This is the place you don’t speak.  EVER.  So, the universe was with me on that.

I was lying in my chair, towel over my eyes, ready for complete relaxation.  I think I truly underestimated how seriously they take this reflexology thing.  It’s no joke.  There were pressure points I didn’t even know existed.  At times, I actually was really relaxing (I’m not gonna lie, it was usually when they were just rubbing the soles of my feet or rubbing my arms/hands) — because after that, it would get serious.  I mean, almost rubbing my legs off. If you have hair on your legs, plan for those hairs to be gone by the end.  But, like a trooper, we stuck it out.  We breathed through it knowing that there had to be some reason for this not-so-torterous-torture.  Will I sleep like a baby?  Is my body getting rid of toxins?  Will I be able to walk afterward?

At the very end, they did a really nice hot stone massage on my legs and feet (I imagine to ease the muscles from all the tension) and then just like that…they were gone.  I took my towel off my face and looked around.  Gone.  Do I just get up?  Does someone come get me?  Where is the door, it’s really dark in here.

My girlfriend got up and we made our way back out to the front.  The staff, I have to say, was absolutely wonderful.  So friendly and sweet and wanted to make sure we had a nice, relaxing day.  Of course we said yes.  We paid (super inexpensive for that amount of time) and oddly enough, we both said we would do it again.  Something must have subconsciously creeped into our brains during that whole thing…because I would do it again.  However, I know what to expect: a little pain, a little relaxation, no bruising..but the end result being pretty relaxed and happy.  Pressure points are on point.  They obviously know what they’re doing.

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