Author: ihategrapes47

Irreverent, swear more than I should, talk more than I should, loud, looking to experience life to the fullest.
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Just relax

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My hair, post-massage. Yeah…it was that good.

Stress accompanies most major life changes.

  • Sell home of 17 years          ☑️
  • Quit job of 16 years              ☑️
  • Plan for 1,000 mile move   ☑️

Luckily, I have a friend who’s been there/done that, and he knew just what I needed: a professional therapeutic massage.

So off I went for my first ever massage at Essential Health in North Providence – a very generous gift.

It was fantastic. I highly recommend. If you’ve thought about going for one but are uncomfortable with the thought of getting naked in front of a stranger, don’t let it stop you. My massage therapist Michelle said, “I have clients who keep pants and socks on. Be comfortable!”

I know what you’re thinking…Yes, I got a happy ending. The kind that comes from having a professional skillfully massage out my knots and tension. Perverts. Don’t ask them about happy endings – you’re probably not paying enough for them to pretend to be amused by your unoriginal jokes for an hour.

But do go get a massage at Essential Health in North Providence, RI. Ask for Michelle.

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Rhode Island’s Death Grip

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what-if-i-ojbwrmHere I am, on day 5 of what SHOULD be my life on Hilton Head Island. Still in Rhode Island at my parents’ empty apartment in North Providence.

Following my move from my home in Smithfield, RI, I spent the next five days utterly exhausted beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. The sheer physical and emotional toll of moving 17 years’ worth of stuff was unexpected.

As I began to feel more energized, I started ticking through my “to-do” list.

Which resulted in a speeding ticket and the discovery that my car’s registration was cancelled. I got lucky. The police officer gave me a warning on the registration violation. The car should have been towed.

My extended stay has resulted in two problems: I burned through my phone’s data in 3 days, and I have nowhere to do laundry. My parents keep the laundry room key for their apartment in North Providence where it makes sense – in South Carolina with them.

So I bought 30 pairs of underwear.

You can’t say I’m not a problem solver.

NEXT UP: Why don’t underwear manufacturers offer packs of just solid, dark colors?