Because I can
And because I enjoy being a bit of a rebel.
I celebrate my independence in small ways.
Freedom is a beautiful thing...
And because I enjoy being a bit of a rebel.
I celebrate my independence in small ways.
Freedom is a beautiful thing...
Yes, it's true. After years of negotiations to get this made the deal is on. Filming for the movie version of Sex and the City will begin in NYC in September. Our girls will be back making magic happen!
Bring it on, ladies. Bring it on...
I've had a long week. I spent yesterday working in the dirt at a gig I did in the park and even after a bath I still have dirt embedded feet. I screwed up my fabulous pedicure in the process. Now that just pisses me off!
Wearing ballet flats whilst playing in the dirt? Maybe not so smart. My shoes are now in shoe rehab recovering from a dirt overdose. So sad...
And I won't tell you about the incident involving my favorite green bag (the one EVERYONE pines over) yesterday on the job and that I now have to check said bag into bag rehab after a major pesto overdose. Not talking about it!
So, I'm chillin' today. I will be assuming my favorite position on le couch and zoning out on DVD's. I'm sure I'll get in a meal with a friend at some point today, but for now I'm in Zen mode. I'm cruising eBay looking for some new hot shades and I might even lose myself in some Target shopping later today. I get a perverse thrill picking out toilet paper, paper towels and household products. It takes so little to float my boat.
I'm such a kooky creature.
I'm thinking a little seated meditation is in order. I need to shake off the funky jiu-jiu and pave the way for whatever's coming at me next.
Om Namah Shivaya Gurave...
Because she is the first female president that India has ever seen.
Because at 72 she is a wonderful example to women everywhere that intelligence and hard work can make any dream possible.
Because she represents the future power of all women in this world.
Because maybe, just maybe, my own country can learn something from her and realize that a woman's place is not always beside a man but sometimes out in front leading many of them.
Because I have been planning to visit India to further my yoga studies and now with her at the helm I am more determined than ever to do so.
Because I am proud to be a woman today. I am proud to my bones.
Be peace, my sister. Be peace!
It is Sunday, the day of rest and giving thanks.
My blog has been up and running for about a month and a half now. I realize I've had well over 2,000 viewers in that time! I am seriously humbled that people find what I have to say remotely interesting. I live in my head so much it's nice to know I have a few people out there who want to hear what's percolating up there.
But hey, I surely dig the support. This whole blog thing is turning out to be a truly wonderful experience. Thanks to my cats over at Slow Travel for egging me on and lighting my fire. A special thanks to Kim (the chick who's bringing sexy back to biking) for stepping up and letting me break out of the box and create something a bit different and so very ME.
Thanks to my girl Leslie for being a kind and lovely spirit and a totally fabulous blog mate (and wicked good fun). Have you seen her blog Kaleidoscope yet? All of those amazing pictures of Italy can't be missed!
To the Sicilian in London I say this: Thanks for the support, girl.
Say, have you checked out Slow Travel? Good things happening over there. It's where those in the know go to bounce around trip planning ideas. It's where I go to play.
I bow to you for taking interest in me. I will keep at it, I give you my word...
Long couple of days running a very cool event. I got to play at Chanel this week and I have to say I kind of dig those cats. I was given a very nice quilted black eye mask for sleeping that has those fabulous little C's on it. I'll be the super stylish chick in coach flying the overnight flights from here on out. This little baby is sweet!
I spent the last two days in Coco Chanel and I think I'd like to treat myself to some eventually (the parfum not the cheap eau de toilette). I don't generally like perfume but this was really nice on me.
My dad actually got Coco Chanel for me as a gift when I was younger. I've been missing him a lot lately. I think wearing it these last two days made me feel sort of nostalgic and tender and comforted. It really is funny how a scent can affect you, you know?
Now that I'm done with events for the week I'm going away tomorrow to meet a friend down in La Jolla. I've never been so it will be a nice treat. I need a couple of days of relaxation and some quality down time with a friend I haven't seen in two years now. She's in from Chicago and we plan on drinking wine, catching up and just doing some good old fashioned connecting.
I am so ready for my trip to Guatemala at the end of the month. I crave it like chocolate.
Actually, make that chocolate and Coco Chanel...
What a perfect evening I had last night. I had dinner with my friend Nancy, who was in from Chicago, down in La Jolla at Sante Ristorante and we spent the night eating great Italian food, telling tales and drinking a sweet little Chianti. I had Spaghetti Carbonara, which has been my fave since I was a small girl, and let me say it was done just right. It wasn't creamy, had the most divine pancetta in it, and I had my little cheese man who cometh grate me up loads of delicious parmesan cheese to top it off. I left nothing on my plate. Fabulous...
I actually met Nancy in Paris three years ago and we've been dear friends ever since!
Good friends, good food and good wine. Ain't life grand?
I am a woman who finds great joy in observing wildlife in its natural habitat. When I was down in La Jolla yesterday I walked down to
Casa beach where the seals hang out and I loved that there were signs everywhere telling the public to stay away from the seals and respect their space! The entire beach was cordoned off so that the seals could play and sleep in peace. As it should be.
Have you seen seals in person? I had not had the privilege of getting this close before and it was a truly magical experience. Although I found the actual town of La Jolla rather uninteresting, watching the seals was the highlight of my trip. It's worth a stop just to see these magnificent creatures!
The seals have this terribly sweet way of bobbing their noses up in the air and floating there like that. It's one of those things that makes you appreciate the simple joys in life.
There is constant debate and list making going on over at Slow Travel, and virtually every travel site out there, about what to pack for a trip. I know it's tough and I honestly feel for all facing this dilemma. I get it!
I will tell you what is on my packing list as I do believe I have found the remedy to this very complex issue. It took me many years to figure this out and really get it down to a science. I am even flirting with the idea of writing a book about it. I do hope that this helps you in some small way.
Kathy's trip packing list made easy:
1. Whatever I freakin' want to bring!
2. See number one
Pack what feels right to you and don't be a slave to your luggage.
Enjoy your trip.
It's not the best quality as I took it on my wee digital camera, but I love it all the same.
As promised I give you Senor Rooster from Antigua Guatemala...
When I get to funking and feel out of sorts, I try to find an escape from my daily routine. Today I headed over to the Farmers Market here in LA and ordered up my favorite Gyro sandwich from Moishe's. They're not exactly friendly there (think big scary women with attitude), but they serve up some mighty fine chow. A Gyro and a fresh squeezed lemonade from Coffee Corner and I'm golden.
While I was sitting there eating my fabulous and fairly massive Gyro, some pigeons came over to hang out with me. Feeding pigeons is also a nice defunking remedy. I happen to love pigeons. I get all giddy and girl like when I feed them. I also happen to come from a serious bird feeding family. It's in my blood.
I love the Farmers Market because I feel like a tourist in another country. All walks of life come out to lounge and play and there really is something for everyone. I love my public solitude so I enjoy eating out solo and people watching. This a great place to do just that. Hit it late afternoon or early evening and it really is pretty perfect.
I am seeking solace in poetry at present, as I always do really, and this poem in particular is resonating within me today. It is one of my favorites. I think we've all experienced this place, this feeling, at one time or another. I know it has meaning for me.
A life without poetry is a life without light. I can lose myself for hours in a good book of poetry. But then I live for words...
By Shushanig Gourghenian
I wanted to welcome you
into my soul like a god,
lost and road weary
to hear you calling this home.
I wanted to restrict
the nightingale to but one
garden. And keep his free
songs for me
I wanted you jailed
in my breast as part
of the flow of my blood,
the sway of my
I wanted when I died
my name carved
on that hardest of monuments
your heart of
Because sometimes fighting the good fight is worthy of great recognition.
Nobel Peace Prize winner, environmentalist and man to be reckoned with.
Image by James Rexroad. Thanks James for creating such a brilliant photo!
OK, I am sick to freakin' death of getting these daily e-mails from some dude in Nairobi or London or from the desk of some bloody estate manager telling me I've got millions of dollars coming my way if I pay some transfer fee or some such nonsense. I get dozens of these things every damn day now!
Every year when the Santa Ana's blow, things dry up and the heat rises, we face the very real possibility of fires here in Southern California. Well, Mother Nature is raging and she's screaming at every dry piece of brush or house she can get her hands on.
I can smell the smoke in the air, feel the dry heat and ash banging away at my sinuses and lungs and there is a certain darkness in the air. And it pains me to think of the animals scrambling to find a safe place to go amidst this madness. Houses can be lost and rebuilt, but lives are lost forever...
One million people have been displaced thus far. Try and get your head around that.
May all affected stand strong and find a way to get through this hell burning around them.
Someday, and with some time, this too shall pass...
I've been busy doing photo shoots and events and dealing with family crap. It's been a stressful time and it finally hit me in my belly. Between the stress and some funky food that gave me a wee bit of food poisoning I have been down for the count at home drinking mint tea and praying to the healing gods to de-swell my belly, take away the maddening pain and free me from my intimate relationship with the loo. I even had to bow out of working a photo shoot today as there was no way I could deal with food in this condition.
Me no likey...
I'm not a happy little tutu today. Nope.
And do be careful when you round those corners. You really never know what might await you...
Sickness sucks. No, it blows. No wait: IT SUCKS AND BLOWS!
I've got some funky combination of a Gastro viral thing coupled with irritable insides that I've suffered with for years now. My dad had it too.
I'm turning into my father.
Next I'll be wandering around the house in my knickers and talking to my cats all day. No wait: I'm already doing that. Never mind...
OK, so being sick makes me funny. I'm so out of it I'd probably let those annoying religious people trying to sell me my salvation in just for the company. Why you ask? Because being sick is a lonely thing. And it's my own doing. I won't let people around me when I'm sick. I'm like a dog that wanders off into the woods to suffer alone. I am an island. I'm tough and don't need anyone. I like to suffer in peace.
Total crap, right?
Maybe, but it's actually what I do. I suffer alone. I'm very solitary about these things. Maybe I'll change that one day. Maybe. And it's funny because I love taking care of the people I care about. I think nothing of it and have done so again and again. I'm nurturing by nature. Ask any man I've been involved with. He'll tell you.
I tried to ask for help this time. I asked my neighbor, the idiot good for nothing twit that he is, if he could pick me up some Tylenol on his way home from work (He regularly calls and asks if I'll make him some of my yummy tea when he's had a bad day). I was in pain and I needed some. He totally flaked on me so I had to drag my sorry butt out and make the drive to the drugstore all crumpled and bent over like a 90 year old woman so I could get my meds. I'm telling you, it really is easier to rely on myself. Yep. He is now on the LIST. No tea for him!
I AM AN ISLAND.
And now I'll go back to wandering around the house in my knickers and talking to my cats.
I grew up being told you vote for the person, not the party. My dad, rest his soul, used to support the Republican Senator John Chafee who was the former secretary of the Navy. He was also a friend of my father’s and my dad said John was a fair and honorable man. I believe that he was. That said, we generally voted for the liberal candidates overall being the progressive and forward thinking family that we were. I confess the very first person I voted for when I turned 18 was Jesse Jackson. My family walked my butt down to the firehouse and said....VOTE. In my family it was a duty. Thank god I was raised with the idea that my vote matters. It does.
I was fortunate enough to meet Jesse Jackson and hang out and talk with him a few years back. We met up in the airport as we were both taking the same flight back to Los Angeles. We had one of those conversations that began in Chicago and ended in Los Angeles. We both agreed that we had never seen our country more polarized. I told him he was the first person I had ever voted for. He asked me what I did to keep my body in such good shape.
No matter who they are men will always be men. At least there are some things I can always count on. Amen.
The thing is I'm sick to death of politics these days. That some man seems to think he can dictate what I do with my body is beyond me and what really makes me twisty is that this seems to have become a real issue for many in deciding who gets the support of their party. Crazy shit if you ask me. Seriously.
To be honest most politicians are the same to me. Just a bunch of talking heads giving some variation of the same script and pandering to the party they have decided they want to belong to. Nothing pisses me off more than someone giving up their innate beliefs to get the vote. What's the difference between a prostitute and a politician, you ask? Not much these days, I'd say. They can both be bought for a price... BIG TIME.
I like people who walk the walk and have something powerful and meaningful to say. I just haven't seen it thus far. I just see and hear a bunch of talking heads spewing out the same nonsensical poop I've heard again and again. All of that posturing is exhausting. It makes my brain hurt.
Someone, anyone, surprise me. Show me there is still hope for us. I’ll buy you a lollipop.
If a friend of yours who was in a relationship, with someone you liked no less, continued to try and pick up other people and use you to do so, would you go along with it? Would you enable that person? Would you go along out of some sense of loyalty? Would you stand by them as they set out to hurt another human being who was unaware of what they were doing or would you tell them to knock it off?
I pose this question because this question was presented to me recently and after mindfully thinking about this I am damn clear that I am not someone who could do such a thing. I say nay. I believe in living an honorable life and I pride myself on my integrity. Lead by example, I say. And do unto others, right? And be careful when you dance with Karma: she's tricky.
My thinking is when you support someone you know is being deceitful, hurtful or cruel you are, in fact, a co-conspirator. Think on that for a minute. That calls your own integrity into question and I believe it shows a lack of honor. Seriously.
In a world so filled with deception and greed, I think we all, every one of us, has an obligation to set the bar higher for ourselves and those around us. I do not mean casting judgment on others or somehow saying we are better than anyone else. We are all flawed beings, after all. But that does not mean we have to accept being less than we are to help support those around us do bad things. That's just f *cked up.
I am now wise enough to know I can only have people in my life that I trust and feel safe with. I would hope if I were to stray off my path and wander into troubled or dangerous waters my friends would not follow me into the choppy seas but rather encourage me to find my way back to still waters. Stilling one's mind is no easy task. There will always be temptations and desires that can turn even the strongest of us into broken and self destructive people if we aren't more careful and self aware. We are not responsible for anyone else's behavior...NO. We are responsible for looking ourselves in the mirror at the end of every day and taking responsibility for what we see.
Encourage light, not darkness.
On the path to peace we are the masters of our own journey. I say make each step a mindful one...
To all of my American friends I say savor the day and may we all remember to give thanks for all that we have, all that we know and all that we love...
Peace, light and love
Yes, I have succumbed to the cold going around. After a week of back to back events I got sick last night. Methinks my body is telling me to chill out already. I'm home chillin'...
I'm not working on Christmas day as planned. I was on the fence about it as I don't like the woman I was going to work for and she is beyond demanding. I got a call last night as I was leaving for a client's house that the Christmas day Hollywood housewife had "requested" that I do a walk through at her house on bloody Christmas Eve. I said I was already giving up my Christmas day so the biddy wasn't about to get my Christmas Eve. as well. Then I asked WHY this woman needed a walk through for a family dinner party for all of 26 guests. Well, you see she's having the thing in a tent on her property and there is a serious heating system involved. When I booked this I was told there would be a heating guy there to take care of all of that jazz as Kathy don't do rental/heating stuff. It seems little rich and spoiled Hollywood studio head wifey decided she didn't want to pay the heating guy the $900 he was to get to be on site to handle said heating so she decided I, that's ME, was to do it instead. Excusez-moi??
Needless to say Kathy will not be working for said rich spoiled Hollywood wifey on Christmas day. I said they could find someone else. Yep. I don't do two jobs for the price of one. Fug dat.
I'm also leaving a work relationship with a woman I've been working with who, when you look in the dictionary and find the term passive-aggressive, her name is there next to it all in CAPS. She has a knack for asking you to do things above and beyond what you're hired to do and then always tries to find a way to manipulate you into doing them. Tricky chick. She's a master at the game. Now I know why she can't hang on to her assistants, oh yes. My path no longer finds its way to that door, but I am grateful for the experience. Be peace, I say. Oh, and may you find yourself a good therapist. *big hug*
So, now that I'm free for a while I'm going to get over this cold, spend time with friends, and make some travel plans. I've people to see and places to go. My New Year is going to be a bloody fabulous NEW YEAR. I see bright and shiny things in my future. This chick has plans...
Oh, and my clients from last night asked if they could fly me up to their new house in Berkeley to do an event for them. They'll put me up in their guest house and I can pop around San Fran for a day. I likey!
Did I mention I'm damn good at what I do? I am.
So my thought for the day is this: I have found that in life we must learn to listen to our instincts, trust that wee voice inside and have the courage to say no when no is what needs to be said, or perhaps say yes when an opportunity comes along that lights us up from within and makes our wheels spin. I say be the you that you have always wanted to be. It's really easier than you think...
I say shake things up!
From my home to yours, I wish you only the most wondrous of things that Christmas can bring. For me it is having these two little beasties beside me. The simple things are often the most magnificent.
Benazir Bhutto, the only woman to have ever been Prime Minister of a Muslim country, was brutally assassinated this morning as she was trying to bring democracy back to Pakistan. Pakistan was her country. I am in tears that heartless and faithless cowards could take away such a bright shining light and such an outspoken supporter of the people at a time when the people of Pakistan so desperately need her.
May your message continue to be heard through the voices of the people who stood beside you and may your lightness of being continue to be felt by those you left behind. The world has lost yet another brave spirit and as a woman I have lost one of my heroes and I have so few of them.
I hope that in my lifetime I can live with even one ounce of the courage that this determined and remarkable woman has shown.
LONG LIVE DEMOCRACY
I've been home sick for the past week so I spent Christmas alone save for dinner out with my dear friend Jorge. Some people love you no matter how crappy you look or how much goo runs out of your head. Those are the ones you keep around. They're the ones you call when the world goes wonky and you're rattling a little too loud.
So today I hauled my butt out to the Apple store in the Grove and treated myself to a brand spankin' new MacBook. My Toshiba's burial is just around the corner and after almost six years with her, it's time. RIP...
I will be traveling a lot in the next year and doing a lot of writing. I have books in my head and it's high time they come out on the page. My goal is to write and teach yoga (well, and continue to be a fabulous lover, damn good person and great friend). Solo girl on the road livin' la dolce vita. Why the hell not?
And no matter what anyone says size most definitely matters.
And on occasion smaller is actually better. Just ask the chick on the road with her new wee white MacBook. She'll tell you...
Regardless of who you might plan on voting for in the next Presidential election you must admit that the fact that one party has a black man and a woman as its potential leaders is, well, pretty damn amazing. I am reminded that anything is possible in this country of mine if we allow ourselves the opportunity to use our voices and our vote to make a change. Race and gender have nothing to do with intelligence, integrity and strength. This is what I was raised to believe and I feel blessed to have had a father who used his voice to fight for equal rights for all and became a trail blazer as a professor on the Brown University Campus.
I am my father's daughter.
My very first boyfriend from childhood sent me this video today. He knew I'd appreciate it. I do...
The message is universal and incredibly powerful.
Yes, We Can.
And because I always see both the light and the dark in life, and life is about the balance of both - as is the the philosophy I believe in, I thought I'd post this for fun. And well, let's face it: love can be tricky at times.
This Amy Winehouse video is a personal favorite so I'll share it with all of you on this cards and flowers holiday.
I just couldn't resist....
Some of you know that I've been dealing with estate hell and an unstable party (and that's being crazy kind, trust me) for four years now. And some of you know the toll it has taken on me over the years. It hasn't been easy, let me tell you...
Well, it's over.
On Wednesday things were finally settled and one chapter of my life came to a quiet close. And after the fact my brother and I, along with the executor and all of our lawyers, went out and partied it up at Aidan's, my favorite Irish pub here in Rhode Island.
DAMN BLOODY STRAIGHT!
I can't begin to tell you how much I've learned about myself over the course of these four years since my father passed away. What I can tell you right now is that I have come to appreciate the small things in life and have learned to have more patience than I ever thought was possible. I know my father would be proud. Everything I've done was in honor of what he wanted and what he stood for. I am my father's daughter...
Good things ahead! And there is a screenplay percolating in my brain about all of this. Oh yes...
Yoga and travel have been my therapy. One can find salvation in the stillness of a pose or the beauty of a sunset over the rooftops of Antigua. I know I have.
And thanks to those people in my life who have been there for me and stood by me whilst this madness unfolded. I bow to you for being my rocks, my lifelines and my ears to bend on the days the darkness seeped in. I value you far more valuable than the most precious of metals. You have been as important to me as air itself.
I feel big changes a comin', my fine and illustrious people. I can be anything now. Oh, you just wait and see...
Closure is a beautiful thing.
Sex and the City, that is - The movie!
You just don't understand how much I miss those four delicious girls and how life is so much sweeter with a little foray into Sex land.
May 30th, my people. It's a comin'! And damn, it looks like it's going be tasty at that...
Enjoy this sneak peak trailer. Consider it really good foreplay.
I am thoughtful in my decisions and as I will always stand beside those who fight for their right to freedom and freedom of expression, I stand with Reporters Without Borders in their call to boycott the Olympic Games opening ceremony in Beijing. China has not adhered to the promises that were made when they were granted the great honor of hosting the Olympic games in Beijing. Human rights are still being violated and the press is being banned from covering what is taking place there. I will NOT support those who foster the repression of their people.
Call me a wacky chick.
I will, however, always support the brilliant athletes who have worked hard at becoming the very best of the best and I celebrate them regardless of the situation at hand. May they be free, safe and honored for their great efforts and achievements.
Just a little personal freedom of expression here. Bloody damn good thing I have it...
~Freedom for all~
Alas, just as I was about to hunker down and get into some nitty gritty about Guatemala, I awoke with, you guessed it, a bloody cold! Ah well, I know what to do when these things happen and I'm now old hat at cold comfort. Oh yes.
I just drove myself to the drug store, got two boxes of tissue with aloe lotion (a red nose just so doesn't suit me) and one MASSIVE BOTTLE of B&B Liqueur. What's B&B you ask? It's this little Tutu's friend, lover, bliss and medicine when she's under the weather.
And I don't care that I spent $32 to get it. I'm worth it!
Look, I don't fool around when it comes to my libations. And there simply must be perks in sickness.
Throw in hot baths and tea, some Emergen C, fabulous British telly series on DVD, trashy mindless magazines (OK, to be honest I'm reading the Economist, but who's checking), two cats and a new quilt from Guatemala (my last splurge) and I'm set. This too shall pass and I will make the most of it whilst it's here. I believe in savoring life, and damn it, the occasional sickness is part of it!
Stay tuned as there are more Guatemalan adventures yet to be told...
The cyclone that hit Myanmar, formerly Burma, has taken over 100,000 lives and they are saying well over one MILLION more have been affected. What I find reprehensible is that the people of Myanmar did not know about the cyclone heading towards them from their own government. The few that knew it was coming only heard reports far too close to the storm actually hitting and those reports were from foreign outlets only. The government of Myanmar let its people down and now the rest of the world is being called upon to help assist those who has been devastated by this natural disaster. To add insult to injury the government is not letting many of the relief workers in so relief efforts are going slowly. What a complete and utter travesty.
News sources are saying the damage is far greater than even that of the Tsunami that greatly affected Thailand, Sri Lanka, Indonesia and India back in 2004. Something must be done. Much of the area is still under water. Can you imagine what it must be like to live through that? Unfathomable...
I will be donating to relief efforts and most likely give extra money to Doctors Without Borders, my staple source and where I go when I want to contribute to the greater good. They fight the good fight. And yes, they are there making a difference right now!
If you'd like to contribute to the relief efforts Network For Good has a really extensive list of reputable charities who are helping to make a difference.
If you can't give financially, well then perhaps give of yourself on some other level to help those in need right now. There are many ways to give, after all. Be creative.
And on a personal note may I just add that those involved in the relief efforts are the real heroes in this. They are risking their lives to help those in desperate need and are doing so without thought of personal gain or safety. They make the world a better place. To me this is what heroism actually means. We should all be more mindful about throwing the word HERO around. It should only be reserved for those who truly warrant the title.
It's our world, folks. We all have the choice to make a difference.
We've been having a heatwave here in L.A. so I headed down to Laguna beach a few days ago for some sun and fun with my dear friend Heather. I hauled my very white self down there and had my first bikini outing of the season. We ate, we drink (nothing finer than a tasty Pina Colada after a day at the beach!), we shopped and we played. It reminded me of Summers spent on Cape Cod. Happy times indeed.
We've decided we are due a proper girly play break so I'm trying to put something together for June. I'm thinking some down time in the desert is just the ticket. Two chicks on a road trip? Fabulous... And those Summer deals rock!
Summer's a comin', my people. Get ready to enjoy it!
I know I will.
As I raced to get a towel after a bath the other day, the towel I had to have because I didn't want the color rinse I'd put in my hair to get on my nice new sparkly ivory towel (the one that was actually hanging in my bathroom), I slipped in my hallway, fell forward into a table with the corner jamming into my left hand, bounced backward into a bookcase whacking my shoulder and finally landed on my butt. Yes, there I was naked as a newborn baby on the floor trying to assess how bad the damage was. Naked, wet and battered - classic...
No ambulance for me, but man did I haul booty into the kitchen to down three Advil as I knew the pain was going to be bad (it was). I'm sure I looked like a desperate junkie shaking like mad and flinging Advil all over the place as I did, scarfing them up off of the floor to down them. You do what you have to and the pain in my hand was kicking in...big time.
I called a nurse friend who told me to R.I.C.E.: Rest, Ice, Compress and Elevate. She said the Advil was a truly smart move. My hand was swelling and the pain was mind numbing. Advil is the best thing EVER.
Not sure if it's a fracture yet. I've been to my acupuncturist friend who isn't sure either but the treatment she gave me helped quite a bit (I'll be going back regularly until it heals). A fellow yogi friend just happened to have a brace for the left hand and I'm now using it. All three women I called to help me are fellow yogis. The nurse, the acupuncturist and the friend with the brace are all my people. My Kula, which is Sanskrit for community, was there for me. Beautiful thing, that.
It's no fun trying to get around without the use of one hand. I can't hook a bra, zipper pants or tear open a tea bag cover. Sleeping is challenging. Yoga is just plain OUT.
This is all a lesson letting me know I need to slow my butt down and breathe for a while. I'm teaching yoga tomorrow night and will not back out. I'll simply be careful and I'm sure my students will appreciate my commitment to them. I love what I do!
I am reminded of the statement my dad always made when wonky stuff like this happened: "Caca occurs."
Indeed it does...
Yes, I am the chick who broke herself trying to save a friggin' towel. Hindsight's a bitch!
Here's the thing: I'm sick of the flakes and the selfish and the vapid. Over them! So, in honoring my divine inner bitch I'm cutting them off. I am telling them all, and they know who they are, to stay away. Whip in hand here, people. Boundaries are drawn.
Yes, this little tutu is going solo for a while. I am readjusting the antenna and shedding the static. Clear signal only and no flippin' commercial interruptions.
I'LL NOT HAVE IT!
No flakes, fuckwits, egomaniacs, bores, bullshitters, unchivalrous men, wackadoos, people going in circles, narcissists, attention whores, website hijackers or drama queens allowed. The sage is coming out and I'm opening the windows wide. Time to cleanse.
Ah, feeling better already...
Embracing the divine inner bitch? Kind of fabulous...
If you haven't heard, CBS News Chief Foreign Correspondent Lara Logan, who has been covering the "wars" in Iraq and Afghanistan, is all over the news for allegedly having liaisons with two men whilst on location. Now, I personally applaud her for taking to heart the old slogan: MAKE LOVE, NOT WAR. I think it's bloody brilliant that she can not only be hot, funny and sharp as a tack, but that she can manage to get her groove on during the worst of circumstances. I happen to think this is a beautiful thing. And she is one hell of a straight shooter who swears like a truck driver.
My kind of woman.
I'm on team Lara. Damn straight I am.
This is so worth watching.
Just a short note to announce that april 15-22, 2009, I will be holding my first yoga retreat on Lake Atitlan in Guatemala with my friends and fellow teachers, Linda Eifer and Tom Jermain. Yes, I am doing it! And yes, it will be playful and joyful and amazing! We three are such a great team. They have both been my own teachers and I have grown so much with them beside me. Now they are my partners as well. I am humbled that they believe in my vision.
We'll have a website up soon. I just wanted to share the news. And it will be a true vacation retreat where people get a taste of the Guatemalan culture, get to do some yoga, eat great food, savor spa treats and simply relax. It's the retreat I'd want to go on myself.
And yes, we really can make our dreams come true...
Morning tea? check
Morning toast? check
Morning earthquake? CHECK!!!
Nothing like a 5.8 magnitude earthquake to rattle me to my core. Watching my building sway like a little tree in the breeze?
ME NO LIKEY!
That's me. Funny when I say it as I love my independence. The solo thing just suits me. But honestly? Lately I've been thinking a man on scene might not be such a bad thing. Yeah, I can see it. Maybe.
My friend Dan told me on the phone last night that I like the take charge manly kind of men. I couldn't argue with him. Strong broad that I am I've been known to devour a few men in my time and spit out the bones. No lie. They'd tell you. Funny because several of my ex loves still call from time to time. Must have done something right. I am not without my charms, after all, and I don't swim in the shallow end of the pool. And then there's the whole passionate woman thing. Yeah, there is that.
I've been spending time with my married Friends Marcia and David lately and they make me stop at times and take pause. Those two cats make me think it might be possible again. They just fit. I love being around them. And she's an outspoken chick like me. Same goes for my cousin Harry and his wife Patty. She's like me too. Fiery woman with an opinion. I guess there are actually men out there who can handle women like us. Good to know. I thought they had boxed them all up and sent them to China.
I once flew all the way to Italy to then not see the man I thought I was in love with. I'm a hopeless romantic. Well, I was. Am I now? Thinking...
I was married once. He was no match for me. It wasn't so bad, until it was. Don't feel the need to do it again, but you never know. Stranger things have been known to happen. Hell, I'm still always amazed when a toenail falls off after I whack a toe and it grows right back like nothing happened. It's happened more than once to me. I guess in life things can happen more than once. My toenails are my life lessons. I pay attention to funny things.
In my yoga teaching I talk a lot about balance. I am a firm believer in living life fully and unabashedly. I love all the yummy stuff in life. Why go without? Make love, drink wine, eat chocolate, take naps and move around from time to time. The more you deny yourself something the more it owns you. I'll have none of that.
So, single as a slice of cheese. Thinking...
Let me see... Sarah Palin:
- Hunts and kills wild animals for sport
- Wants to take away my right as a woman to control my own body
- Would rather have teenagers birthing babies than practicing safe sex
- Has said she is open to an attack on Russia
- Doesn't believe in science (it's all God's will)
- Doesn't believe in the separation of church and state
- Doesn't support benefits for same sex couples
- And until very recently didn't even have a freaking passport?
Yeah, I'm with you Pam.
She sure can.
Yes, it really has gotten this ugly. Go toward the light, man!
Don't let that big front door hit your sorry butt on the way out!
Make love, eat chocolate, drink wine, laugh and dance. May the spirit of the season take hold and fill you with light and love...
He was flawed. He seemed uncomfortable in his own skin. He was an enigma.
But then there was his music. He was, and always will be, our king of pop. He moved in ways that made men and women alike swoon. We all tried to imitate him. He was so talented that it was often hard to remember that really, in the end, he was just a man.
He was just a man. And he is gone.
Thank you for so many years of pleasure, Michael. Thank you for the hours upon hours of dancing and giving us, all of us, a common thing to share for years to come. Your music.
Thank you... thank you... thank you...
~Rest in peace~
My new favorite trick for eating out affordably is to hit a diner's Blue Plate Special. Do you remember those from your childhood? I do! Growing up in New England I am no stranger to diner food. We had some choice ones back there and my mom and dad took me to them regularly. I remember The Beef and Bun on Thayer Street in Providence and that oh so delicious double whoopee cheeseburger platter I'd get when my dad took me out for lunch. That coupled with a coffee malted?
So, the man and I recently stumbled upon this sweet little special running at Dupar's Diner here in L.A. at the Farmer's Market, Third and Fairfax. It's called "Beat The Clock" and between the hours of 4.00-6.00 pm your price for a blue plate special (well, it's what I call it anyway) is the time you arrive. You show up at 4.00? You pay $4.00! I kid you not. I take my cheap eats very seriously.
I'm all about the deal.
With images of plates full of warm happy food in our heads, yesterday afternoon at 4.27 pm Simon and I, after forgetting to have lunch, arrived at Dupar's for our favorite Blue Plate Special going, the turkey plate. That's turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, the yummiest roasted veggies, cranberry sauce, warm fluffy rolls and, get this, a bowl of soup, for $4.27 each. We found our favorite spot and snuggled in for some good old fashioned comfort food. We even splurged and had two pots of tea! Ah, the sweet life...
For more information and history on the Blue Plate Special you can read about it at wikipedia. I highly recommend checking to see if they are being offered at local diners in your area. And splurge and get that fresh piece of pie afterwards. You're worth it!
I'll be writing more about cheap eats around Los Angeles on future blog posts. With the economy the way it is and people losing their jobs at record rate, I am happy to share my little cheap eats with all of you. Who knew saving could be so much fun?
Who says there is only one way to do things, teach things or say things? Pave your own path. Learn to listen to your own true beautiful voice. Be daring enough to break free of the pack and create something unique and powerful of your very own. Why settle for anything less than yourself?
Be your own guru...
Wishing you a deliciously wicked Christmas and a fabulously naughty New Year!