Friday, February 17, 2006
I noticed that people are still checking my blog. Some even comment. I haven't written in a very long time because it just got to be too much work. And I already have a job.
So, my new thing is the flying trapeze. I've been training for almost 9 months now. It's crazy exciting and fulfilling. I love it.
What's new with ya'll?
Friday, October 24, 2003
I've been suffering from insomnia..........AGAIN. I stay up and watch awful television until I can feel tired enough to drag myself into bed. Then I lay there for awhile because the walk to the bedroom woke me up enough for my brain to start up again.
The other night I was going through this whole tricking my tired self dance when a commercial came on that I found disturbing. It started like this:
"If you were born between the years of 1918-1963, you have to get your funeral arrangements in order."
Then it went on to end the commercial by saying:
"If you are between the ages of 40-85, why leave your family to suffer through your loss with a financial burden."
Ok, so not only am I almost 40, but I'm almost dead.
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
So, last night we went to a comedy show. One of our favorite comedians, Patton Oswalt
, was performing. He rocked, as always. But after the show I recognized another comedian and this is what happened:
Me: (grabbed the guy by the shoulders and said) Ian, look who it is!!
Ian: (confused then recognition with smile) Oh, wow. Hey.
Me: It's Randy Rhoads.
anyway, we stood there and talked for awhile. It was great. He was really sweet and funny. But, walking to the car I realized that I said the wrong name. His name is Tom Rhodes
NOT Randy Rhodes.
Me: Holy shit, Ian!! His name is Tom Rhodes, not Randy . SHIT!!
Ian: Is that what you called him? (laugh laugh) Randy Rhoads is the dead guitar player for Ozzy Osborne.
Me: Oh NO!! I feel like a fucking idiot. Maybe he didn't hear me.
I worried for the rest of the night. I'm a worrier. That's what I do.
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Don't harsh my yoga mellow!!
After an hour and a half of yoga bliss I have to exit my class only to be trampled by the next class. They push and shove their way into the yoga class. They don't wait for the first class to exit. They don't move aside and make a path for the people exiting.
Three people bumped into me this morning. With no regard. And this ruins my yoga high.
Today I just stopped in my tracks and said, "People, do NOT harsh my yoga mellow."
Friday, September 12, 2003
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
Yoga was wonderful this morning. Every time my hip started to tighten up, I would just say, "I love you, hip. Just let it go." haha. I'm a hippie.
But then we did this really hard pose that I've never been able to do and BLAM I just did it like it was easy. I kept thinking, "Huh, I'm gonna fall over and break my nose in a second, right?" But no, I held it for like EVER. It was insane. This is how un-yoga I am, though. After I mastered this really really hard arm balance, I looked around and noticed that nobody had seen me do it. I was all, "DAMMIT!! I did it and only I know that it happened. Can I get a muthafuck'n witness?"
I didn't say that out loud. I used my inner voice.
The moral of this story is, I still have a lot to learn about the inner workings of yoga. It's about peace, serenity and inner strength as well as body strength. There isn't any room for my "I need to be the star" bullshit. I mean there is no such thing as a yoga diva. Is there? Well, other than Madonna.
I think I'll just nurture my inner yoga diva. Maybe she just wants ME to pay attention to her. And eventually, everyone will know that I am the star of the yoga class. haha. I'm hopeless.
Friday, August 29, 2003
Last night I watched the VMA's. The opening controversial
scene with Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera performing and being molested by Madonna
was laughable and embarrassing.
Britney and Christina did a poor job at best trying to sing Madonna's "Like a Virgin." Christina being the only one of the two with any vocal talent. Britney being all hott all the time. Christina being dirty. But not dirty/sexy like her song implies. I mean literally. "Take a bath for fucksake." And another thing,"Stop with the fake tan, already. It only adds to your layer of dirt. You just look like a dirty hippy."
The kiss that rocked Justin.
Did you see his disdain? Ah, it was beautiful. You have no one to blame but yourself, dude. She's hot. You lose.
Anyway, I wish the shock factor would have worked. That would've been nice. But they failed. It just looked like an old lady trying to be controversial. Don't get me wrong. I love Madonna and all her crazy antics. But she needs to just pass on the legacy to the children and let it go.
1. Britney is hott but can't sing. Oh, and I would kiss her in a New York second.
2. Attention Christina: George Hamilton called. He wants his tan back.
3. Madonna isn't shocking anymore, just pathetic.
What are your thoughts?
Friday, August 22, 2003
Tomorrow is my dearest friend's birthday.
He and I have been close friends for almost 18 years now. He is my match. There is no one in the world more perfect than this man. He's kind, gentle, loving and oh so generous. Not to mention sexy as hell. OH and he's a genius. Have I said funny? HIGHlarious, he is.
I'm the luckiest wife in the world.
Happy Birthday, Ian. I love you strawberry much.
Tuesday, August 12, 2003
I've lost 13 pounds. 13!! That's my lucky number. This is wonderful, right? But, here's the thing. I had just bought a bunch of clothes prior to losing the weight. I was resigned that I was a bigger size and I would have to accept that fact. "It's an age thing," I told myself. It turns out, it's an eating thing. Who knew?
See, if you don't eat crap, you will maintain your normal healthy body weight. If you eat crap, your body swells up. And when you eat crap AND you're getting older, your body swells up and your mind demands sugar and salt.
The hard part will be maintaining healthy eating habits. I guess I'll take it one day at a time.......................................... Right, but what about tomorrow? Oops.