2005 December

The daily dancer has me rolling on the floor laughing. I was totally hooked after watching “my humps” by the time I got to “tribal” I was howling in my chair. I love people with guts! You go daily dancer, show 'em all how it's done.  Oh and don't miss ” I like big butts!”

 Mark my words - Hilarious geeks are the wave of new men all women will be seeking, if they aren't already.

Chris totally got me with his boyish charm and funny ways. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a guy who makes me laugh - most women are.

Who are you Secret Santa? I love my Borghese presents! Thank you very much!!!

Who ever you are you know what I like and that's really special. :) I've never tried Borghese's line so this is a new experience. The feel of the Cura C it's really silky, nice. I can't wait to try the Fango mud, I'm sure that will be a mini spa treatment. I'm wearing the moisturizer now with SPF 15. My skin is happy and hydrated, these products are awesome. Sorry Aveda, I think I've found a new line. :)

Thank you again Secret Santa!

I hope your Christmas was as nice as mine. I wish I could give a hug to each and everyone of you (and of course get a hug in return.)  Much love to you virtually!!! 

Merry Christmas EVE!!!

I stumbled onto Koan's blog today via Halley's blog via Liz's blog via another gal's blog while looking up her oldest son's name to address him personally in the christmas cards I'm suppose to be finishing right now. Whew… as you can see I'm not really in the mood to finish the cards. I'm at the point of sending the “business relations” cards. So- I'm taking a break. Oh yes, back to how this started. Koan's blog entry about her five quirks. I remember seeing her at Blogher back in August but we didn't have a chance to chat. I was lucky to stumble into her neck of the web woods today. Her writing made me want to participate in the game so here goes.

1.) I have a weird love of tunnels and draw bridges. I love the constant hum under my wheels when I go over the grates on a draw bridge where it's seemlessly sewn together. I adore riding through tunnels. Haven't met a tunnel I didn't like, yet. A favorite is The Vincent Thomas Bridge in the San Pedro area  of southern CA. I have a few favorite tunnels New York has some ideal tunnels, Seattle's are pretty good too.

2.) My favorite food is cherries. I love all kinds but rainers are my pick. I long for the month they are available. Every year I buy them too early and I know it. I did it last year and I'll do it again this coming year. I also pick cherry as my ”flavor” in any candy or option that requires a fruit flavor. The only exception is medicine. I don't want to associate Nyquil or cough syrup with my beloved perfect food - the cherry.

3.) I have an obsession with trying new things. Usually I'll try something new and love to death until the next new “thing” comes along. Occasionally I'll find the perfect “thing” and then I'm loyal to the death and a complete brand whore about it. Example: I tried almost every ceasar dressing on the grocery store shelves before finding my “beloved.” The recipe hasn't changed in a couple years since I finally found the ultimate in my minds eye. In case you're wondering it's Cardini's- but I have a little song dance I add to it to make it mine. First I put freshly ground black pepper in a bowl (alot and yes it has to be freshly ground) then the juice of about a 1tsp of a fresh lemon (yes, it has to be fresh too) then I pour in the dressing and stir it like crazy -oh and a dash of sea salt. Toss with butter lettuce and romaine and you'll never go back to kraft. Top it with shaved parmesan and you will have new believers in your house - I promise.

4.) I have a secret weapon over fear of being in a new place or in an uncomfortable position. It's a memory of my grandmother. When my cousins and I were small she'd have us over on saturday nights. She would sit in her chair with a bowl of apples and a paring knife and three kids sitting “indian” style at her feet. We would all watch intently as she peeled the apple in one long strand knife to thumb with only a bit of green peel between. She would tell stories of when she was little and each in turn us kids would get a slice of Maw Maw's apple. That memory is as good as it gets for me when it comes to pure comfort, I lean on it often. It works much better for me than seeing a room full of people in their underwear (you know that old public speaking tip)

5.) I try to do things that my mother or her mother would never do or could never to do. I learned that from watching both of them. I too want to push the familial boundaries of who we are as women and since it's my “turn” I seek these adventures out. I call it my “terminator instinct”  When I get an idea in my head and it falls under this category come hell or high water I will get it done.

So there you go five quirks, secrets whatever you want to call 'em. Want to share some of yours?

It was my idea to put it there.

I've been taking some time to myself. Thinking about why I blog, what I want from it, what good is it doing for me or for others and how I can make it better. I blog for personal reasons. I think of it as a diary - that I share. A recent blog post and the comments that were left has me thinking about how much I share. Do you share? When you share is it positive or negative or a bit of both? I find that the more I share the more mean people come out of the wood work. Why is that? I write to get emotions out to let them leave my psyche. I'm learning first hand how what we write follows us. I've learned too that one moment of heated emotion left in a blog entry could be the one post “Mr/Mrs Somebody/Nobody” could read. It's hard to really see a full person by only their blog entries - yet, I have pictures and ideas about who the people I read are. Opinions are formed by a flash in the day of a person. I'm totally guilty of it so rightfully so I'm getting a dose of it. How long do you spend on your posts (if you blog)? I'm not the kind to write and rewrite and agonize over a thought (obviously). I get it out, I free it from the confines of my mind and usually I'm done with it. I think my best writing is the stuff I don't read and revise or try and make into something “worthy.” It's all worthy because it's part of me. This blog though it represents only bits and pieces of my day is still valuable, to me. When I share it's for solidarity of thought. I hope some soul (just one would satisfy me) occasionally relates and maybe even smiles a bit or even cries with me. We're all more alike than we think. We all love, we all hurt, we all feel, we all get angry, we all laugh and sometimes we even cry. I use this blog for cathartic reasons just as much as I use it for creating relationships. It's been over a year and half since I started blogging. Maybe it's time for me to go back to the beginning and read once again what I share. Maybe I can get a picture of how someone thinks of me if they only read this blog. Nah- I won't do that. If I do that I'll probably think too much about it or try and make it something it's not. I'll just leave these thoughts here and maybe you'll understand me a bit better. Oh and in case I haven't said it lately, thank you for taking time to read what I write. It really does mean a lot to me, more than I like to admit.  Even when the comments aren't  positive I still learn from them. It can't all be good, all the time. My feelings were a little hurt over the whole post about Maui or rather the comments on how others felt about it. I still haven't posted the pics partially because of that - sucks to admit to myself but it's true. Mean people make me a little gun shy. It's not so bad when people leave notes to you about what you've written. I can say I've grown from it. It's given me new ways to think about things and in some cases its changed my life because of it. What is difficult to handle is unintentionally inviting negativity without really meaning to. That's what I feel like I did and it was harder to read nasty comments about the ones I love than it ever was to read them about myself. Some of the comments were left out of love, some were left out of ignorance, but the few that were sheer mean are the few that knife you right in the heart. Constructive criticism is always wanted, even sought after here. The cruel stuff isn't necessary - is it? I wonder too if maybe that's how others let go of their own negative feelings - by sort of dumping a bit at blogs they read. I don't know - I'm still thinking about the whole thing and it's not usual for me to do so. Not the usual write and let go around here like it has been. Maybe as Martha would say this is a good thing. :) 

The Housewives tarot is hilarious. I've got a desktop background titled “the devil” that includes a horned chocolate cake that has legs for miles a martini in one hand and a cigarette in the other. It' makes me laugh every-time I walk up to my computer.