Crappy Massage and I'm so special

This week hasn't been a good one for me or Louis, so last night we decided to to go this new-ish hotel for a massage. We've been going there for a year or so and it's great that they have a clean(ish) spa(ish) place. The massages have generally been going downhill lately, I find myself wishing they were over...but I thought I'd give it one last chance.

Usually the massages are full body. By full body I mean everything but about 5 centimeters of your body. I'm less prudish than I once was, but I still usually ask for no b00b massage. Anyway, last night I asked for just a back and neck massage.

Which meant that the masseuse, who has only been trained to do a full body massage, has NO IDEA WHAT TO DO AND IS SCARED SH1TLESS TO MAKE A MISTAKE. So she rubs my back up and down, really crappy, but I keep thinking that it will get better. If we were anywhere else, I would ask her specifically what to do, but it is clear that she's very new, very timid, and very scared to screw up. (The place is kind of gone downhill and I think if I was a man and had requested for a "special service" she would have obliged. Random point, but just kind of annoying.) Anyway, after her rubbing my back very awkwardly, she moved on to rub my sides. And then my ribs. She was giving me a rib massage. I decided then to politely tell her that I think my massage was over, and that I would just stay in the room, and when my husband was done, can she please knock on my door and then I'll leave. This again put her into deer-in-the-headlights-fear, but after a few minutes, she left. I was reaaaaaaaaaalllllllllly nice because she was very new, very young, and obviously just wanted to do her job. So I hung out on the table, closed my eyes, tried not to think about all the crap that's going on in my head, and just relaxed.

Louis came to get me when his massage was over and we went home. During my "relax" time, I decided that I'm happiest when I'm writing about how I'm feeling and what's going on in my life. I've done that off and on, kept a private blog, then deleted it, then created another one, and then deleted it. Meanwhile my family and friends that used to read the blog to see what I've been up to, how I've been doing, and what's really been going on in my life (vacations are awesome, but it's not all rainbows and sunshine). I occasionally write that I'm stressed out or having a bad day, but I keep things pretty high level. I used to really like to write about the ups and downs, but when I look at the Google Analytics, I can't help but filter....a lot. Right now I need to not filter. Or filter less.

So I have a new blog.

NB in MG will still be about the Madagascar life, my vacations, some struggles, the day-to-day stuff, but the new blog will be a little less, (ok a lot less) filtered. I've also made the new blog restricted. I haven't posted anything on it yet, but when I do, I'll post about it on here. To read the new blog, unfortunately, you'll need a Google account (Grandma, I'll help you set one up ) and you'll need to send me an email ( If you don't know me but for some reason you read my blog and live in Tanzania, email me too. I just want to have a little more control of over who reads what. Geez, I'm so awkward about this. I don't mean to be like, Ooooooo!!!! Look at me!!!!I'm so important that not everyone can read my blog!!! It's just that on the open blog I can't always write what I want to write and I need an outlet. Ok, I'll stop trying to justify myself. Off to work.


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  2. Great idea, I will look for my invite!

  3. That sounds like a good mental health decision. Good for you. I feft closer to you when you bared your soul. Thanks for the help to set me up.
    Love Gxo


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