Thoughts, inspiration, balance… and randomness
Maybe I'm getting old and grumpy. Or I just don't care anymore. I also think life is short, time is a valuable and rare thing, and I love efficiency. So, I get to the point. I'll give you a few examples: With the Dudes: If I'm not feeling it with a dude after date one … Continue reading Self Realization 6: My Filter is Very Small/Nonexistent
Listen, I'm not winning any prizes here on my lil' 'ol blog. I'm perfectly aware of my blogging world footprint (thanks to the analytics WordPress includes in my annual fee, lol). I'm no Oprah, Dalai Lama, or the like. I like to think a few of you out there actually get entertainment, a deep thought, … Continue reading Fake It ‘Til You Make It
A few weeks back, I wrote about house hunting. About Finding the One. I have now put in my fourth offer on a place and I seriously feel like I've hired Patty Stanger the matchmaker, as if I'm trying to find my husband. Here's how it goes down: Matchmaker: I think I've found a few … Continue reading The Dating Game
What is it "they" say? ... something like, "I don't regret anything, it made me who I am today." Right?? Sounds like hooey. Something some fake person made up whose regrets were like blips on life's radar. "I regret picking the blue sweater instead of the red one!!!" Boo. What's funny about it is... dammit, … Continue reading Regret-Me-Not
"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself." -- Franklin D. Roosevelt Today I went to a birthday party for a friend of mine. And I just adore her. No offense to my other friend-moms out there, but there are three friends of mine who I think are the most balanced, coolest moms … Continue reading Be Afraid. Be Very, Very Afraid – Or Not.
No, no. Not Bikram. Yeecccchhhhhh. I hope I didn't offend you Bikram diehards out there. It's just not for me. The yelling, the structure, the heat (which most places crank it much higher, btw), the hallucinations (was that just me?). I don't feel like I accomplish anything after Bikram except waste ninety minutes of my … Continue reading Hot (Damn!) Yoga
Ok, stop the eye rolls, you Mobamas out there. I'm not on a diet... my house is. I remember thinking as a kid, how could my teacher still wear polyester pants and it's 1989? I mean, weren't those polyester pants popular in the late seventies? Or I'd go to my grandma's house and notice the … Continue reading The Diet
"I'd like a medium, with cheese, and fries please," I told the kid at the front register. I am normally pretty darn close to "very healthy and organic". I have no meat or dairy in my house, I try to make healthy choices when I am on my own, I go to yoga. But this … Continue reading Is it Just Me? Actually, yes.
She was apprehensive as she walked toward the school entrance. The nervousness seemed to multiply with every cautious step. Around her were other people, huddled in small groups, whispering, looking at her. Nothing like being the new girl on the first day of school, she sighed. She could feel their eyes working their way up … Continue reading Bulls on Parade
You are so lucky. You obviously have internet/cell access that you can read this blog. You are so lucky. You probably have friends/family/loved ones - maybe not everyone, but you have at least someone. You are so lucky. You probably have food, clean air, mobility. You are so lucky. Even if you have none of … Continue reading You are so Lucky
Life, Love and Yoga 