The body is your temple. Keep it pure and clean for the soul to reside in. (B.K.S Iyengar)

I’m always looking for ways to improve myself it seems. It’s not as if I’m dissatisfied with who I am as a person, or how I look physically – and yet I’m always looking to do more. Try different things....expand my horizons. Not a bad thing I suppose. It does often make me ponder why some people are perfectly content with being where they are in life, and not changing a thing. Going through the same routines, the same cycles day in and day out. Not that there is anything wrong with that either, because there isn’t. There’s a definite comfort in routine and stability. I need that in many ways, I can’t be an entirely free spirited person on all levels. But I’m referring more to the hobbies and habits we pick up in our lives. It’s just interesting to see the differences in people. How our minds are primitively the same and yet all function so very differently.

I’ve decided that I’d like to take yoga – pilates and “hot” or bikram style. I think that not only would I really enjoy and benefit from the calming effect that yoga has, I’m going to love the endurance aspect of the more physically challenging classes. I’ve wanted to take yoga for a while, but there hadn’t been any places close by for me to go – and time for myself is so very limited, so to have someplace close to home will be great. I guess I’m just getting bored with my workout at home. I run every day and alternate lifting and hitting the heavy bag or doing calisthenics every other day. But I’m feeling the need to shake it up a bit. I just feel stagnant – like I need to do more. Rumor has it that the new gym that’s being built on base is going to have a boxing ring – and will have women’s boxing, so if that’s true I’ll be thrilled. But that gym won’t be open until June I believe, and there aren’t any boxing gyms close to home for me, so I’m thinking that taking on yoga is a good interim activity and will keep me from feeling so....whatever it is I’m feeling.

Saturday snowflakes, solitude, survey

I have been so very busy as of late - it's taken all the time I have to post things, let alone visit other blogs. So my apologies if anyone thinks I've stopped visiting; more often than not I haven't - I've been lurking. Just haven't had time to stop and contribute! But I don't stop posting no matter how busy I am because this is an outlet for me. This has always been the place where I can share what's going on with my life for those who care to find out; it's also just a place for me to let my hair down a bit and vent. Even if it's thinly veiled....

Today - I'm "stealing" a "meme" I found at Martie's site. It's a little different from the usual gah-bage that you see floating around, and we all know how I'm a sucker for surveys....! If you do it as well, let me know - I'd love to check out your answers.

The 25 Question Meme
1. If you could build a house anywhere, where would it be? Hmmm. I don't know exactly. Some place rural, definitely in New England. I don't know if I'd prefer near the ocean, or nestled in the woods.
2.What's your favorite article of clothing? Boots! Knee high, high heeded - I don't care what color.
3.Favorite physical feature of the opposite sex? Eyes. After that - the mind. I've always been more attracted to a strong mind, than a strong body.
4.What's the last CD that you bought? A Starbucks mixed cd of classics
5.Where's your favorite place to be? You know, I don't think I have one favorite place. I guess so long as I'm really happy and content - that's my favorite place.
6.Where is your least favorite place to be? I hate traffic, and I hate lines.
7.What's your favorite place to be massaged? hahha, I just like to be touched, period. You don't realize how sore you are until someone else's hands touch you. I guess my back and neck are the best - but having your shoulders and arms rubbed is amazing too.
8.Strong in mind or strong in body? Oh, funny - I didn't even see this question. Definitely strong mind is more appealing to me. I try to be both, personally.
9.What time do you wake up in the morning? Hardly ever later than 7
10. What is your favorite kitchen appliance? Aha. Too many to choose. Love my food processor, my salad shooter, my hand mixer - smoothie maker!
11.What makes you really angry? Disrespect
12.If you could play any instrument, what would it be? I'd love to be able to play the piano
13. Favorite colour? Plum & Chocolate (tied)
14.Which do you prefer...sports car or SUV? Oooh. I've had both. Why do I have to choose, can't I have both? Love them both for different reasons. Presently I have an SUV.
15. Do you believe in an afterlife? Absolutely
16.Favorite children's book? Charlottes Web
17. What is your favorite season? Autumn
18. Your least favorite household chore? Cleaning the toilets. Ugh.
19.If you could have one super power, what would it be? I think I'd like to read minds. It would be very noisy, and might be hurtful at times - but I'd like to keep my friends close and my enemies closer.
20.If you have a tattoo, what is it? Don't have one yet....coming soon!
21.Can you juggle? I can juggle two things at once - but is that really juggling? Do you need 3 to constitute it as juggling?
22. The one person from your past that you wish you could go back and talk to? My Zaydie
23. What's your favorite day? Every day is my favorite day, truly.
24. What's in the trunk of your car? Right now - a rocking horse for my daughter and some duraflame fire logs
25. Which do you prefer, sushi or hamburger? Though I'm all about the steak - I would take sushi over a burger any day. If it was a Fuddruckers burger - well, then it would be a very difficult toss up.

It's better when it's not butter....

Whomever came up with the idea of “I Can’t Believe It’s not Butter” to be in the spritz bottle – is a genius.
Give this person a raise.

Can I just tell you how convenient it’s made life? I use it for everything! So much easier for greasing pans when you bake....for evenly covering your veggies with a light coat before cooking them.....lightly coating your cinnamon bagel. Yum!

And not everything works that well in a spritz. I have to tell you – I’m a “shaker top” kind of girl when it comes to my salad dressing. I think it tastes best through the shaker top. If it’s all open – eh, it’s okay, but doesn’t taste as good as the shaker top. Something about how it filters is wonderful. I can’t imagine the spritz being such a great thing. Too much oil and vinegar – not enough spicing coming through. If I want just oil and vinegar – I’ll throw it in a cruet and do it. Granted, I haven’t tried it yet – so maybe I’m knocking it prematurely – but I have to tell you, I’m not quite that enthused to even think about trying it.

I’m definitely a salad dressing kind of girl. Love salad dressings. The creamier, the better. Bleu Cheese is my all time favorite. However, only certain brands of Bleu Cheese dressing. Because some of them have too strong of a vinegar taste and to me – Bleu Cheese has nothing to do with vinegar. It should be soft, and smooth...creamy. Soak me in a tub of bleu cheese and call it a day....

Not subscribing to the "Burger King" concept?

So, I run to the Dunkin Donuts on base a little while ago to grab a wheat bagel and a cup of coffee. First off, before I even place my order I give the woman my credit card and my Patriots Dunkin card so that it can be recharged. I could’ve done it online ahead of time, but I really wanted to see if they had any new Red Sox cards in stock yet. (Yup, I’m really moving on from football.) So I asked the girl if they had any instock and she sort of snorts and says “Um, no” in a sort of chippy way. I thought “Hmmm. Maybe not a Sox fan...?”. Anyway, she says to the person behind me after I sign the card: “Can I help you?” Huh? I wasn’t done yet! I just put money on my card, wouldn’t you ask me if there’s anything else I’d like? So, I said “oh, I’m sorry – I wanted to get coffee too.” So, she loudly sighs (because clearly - I’m imposing upon her) and sends the person to the woman next to her who was smack in the middle of helping someone else.

So now I’m thinking, “okay, this woman is having a bad day.” So I give her a big smile and place my coffee order – which as we all know, is one that unless I’m a regular customer of yours – or you buy it for me regularly – needs to be written down. She looks at me blankly when I place it and says “can you repeat that?”, which of course I did. Then she asked me to repeat it again...I could see her trying to register it, but it wasn’t quite getting there. So, after I joked (like I always do) about how it’s a “very busy coffee” – she picked up the black pencil and starts to write the specifics on the cup as I’m saying it for the third time.

Now, she’s off to make my coffee - but I’m no fool...I’m watching her to make sure she’s doing it right. And wouldn’t you know, even though it’s written down in front of her, she takes cream and pours it into the cup. “Oh, I’m sorry – not cream, milk please – extra milk” is what I interrupted her with. And she loudly sighs and sort of snidely says “no, you said – you said extra cream”. Okay, I’ve been known to make mistakes in my life time. But trust me on this one – I no way, no how said extra cream. So I said, “No, I’m sorry – I’m allergic to cream...(big lie) I need milk please.....I’m pretty sure you wrote that on the cup." (she did.)

Good thing she threw it out, because she had written it on a medium cup.
Imagine the horror I would’ve faced when and if I asked for it to be in a large cup instead?
(In a large cup, medium hazelnut/coconut – extra milk and 4 splenda is the traditional coffee order)
Clearly, I’d have been wearing my coffee.
Which, given the fact that I’m wearing black pants and a white shirt – would not have been a good look.

I can't help it...I'm a sucker for romance!

Last night I watched portions of what has become one of my favorite movies: “Walk the Line”.

Seriously, I could watch this movie over and over again.

I really love the way he looked at her throughout the movie. There was such intensity in his gaze -- it always has an impact on me when I see the two of them together in a scene. Who doesn’t want to be looked at like that? I love when actors are able to really get the point across emotionally in a film. Sometimes you see two actors in a role and you just see two actors in a role. But sometimes, you see two people on film and there’s just this rawness and reality that comes through and you really feel what they’re seemingly going through. And while I don’t think June Carter’s persona was intense so much as it was nurturing – Johnny Cash’s personality was, and it came back to life so well in this film.

"You've got a way to keep me on your side...You give me cause for love that I can't hide....For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide....Because you're mine, I walk the line."

You know what bothers me about the loss of the game yesterday?

The Colts didn’t win so much as we stopped playing.

Let’s face it – the New England Patriots team of 2006 is not comprised of the most solid players given our injured list. I’m not talking celebrities – the Pats have never been a team of big names – but losing some of our key components who kept the game physical, as well as losing reliable receivers put our team in an awkward and precarious situation to begin with. Peyton Manning isn’t “the man”. He didn’t make any spectacular plays or decisions on the field in the second half. We didn't pressure him. I’m not taking anything from him - he’s a great quarterback. But the Peyton Manning you saw in the first half - is how Peyton Manning performs when under pressure. He's spectacular if you give him all the time in the world. They won to a team that has a sensational quarterback, who doesn't crumble under pressure - but with only a mediocre receiving core.

Something happened during the first half that caused Belicheck and Co., to stop playing aggressively and applying pressure on Manning – and they went with a soft defense that was painfully ineffective – and noticeably so – after the first few minutes of the 3rd quarter. Why they stuck to that style throughout the game is beyond me. I don’t think complacency is the answer, either. Sure, we were battered and injured and sick – but I think we showed up to play. Or so it seemed during the first half. Which is why I think either there was an additional injury or something that caused them to hold back after the first half. And they’re not going to appear to be sore losers by blaming it on something as such – but truthfully, I haven’t read the papers or watched any television since to avoid seeing the “Manning Mania” which nauseates me on a regular day – let alone for the next two or three weeks or so. So I don't know what their comments are at the moment.

Let this be a lesson to the Krafts. Though I generally love their decisions, the next time their “go to guy” takes less money on his contract in an effort to allow for more money to be spent on keeping a solid and reliable receiving core – spend it on that, and not on other things. A quarterback can only do so much without having a solid defense – as well as reliable hands to catch the passes.

Okay. So now that football is behind us....it’s time to start thinking about baseball!
Catchers report to training camp: February 17th!

Not just any Top 10.... 2007 Edition

Last year, a question was posed to me as a request for a blog topic.
One of my girlfriends asked if I would post my Top 10 list of celebrities with whom I'd have unadulterated, wild, passionate, unabashed sex with if I could. No strings attached....no repercussions.

I've always toyed with this concept, and there's one small problem. See, I'm the kind of girl that's never been good with casual intimacy. I’ve never just met a guy and kissed him - let alone sleep with him. Everyone I’ve even kissed – I’d known for some time. There was a build up to the affection. I'm all about the connection, the romance...the big picture.

And with regards to celebrities - I think I'd always want to be the one that they wanted, but could never get. Because let's be honest - they can get whomever they want! I've always wanted to be the one they couldn't have. The one that got away......

Part of my struggle with this is morally based -- part of it is ego. So I'm going to throw caution to the wind, and pretend that I'm not like that at all, and that I'm capable of having wild unabashed sex with no emotional attachment with the following men.

Without further adeiu, I present to you - the new list. It’s not exactly as eclectic as last year’s. But it’s definitely varied...and some might say, strange.


10. Danny Bonaduce: I dig redheads. And insane as this guy is - I can't help but be attracted to him! Sure, he's a total wackjob - but hey - he looks pretty darn good right now. I like that he’s got this roughness about him, and a vulnerability at the same time. There's some thing inside of me that says it would just be amazing. But then - after we were done, I'd have to absolutely kick him to the curb. WAAAY too needy, controlling and head-cas”ey” for me, thank you very much.
9. Simon Cowell: Yes, from American Idol fame. Love, love, love him. LOVE him. He’s arrogant and smug – and almost always right. With his British accent, for me - he can pull it off. Plus, he looks great in a suit.
8. Edward Burns: I have a thing for Irish guys too. Wonder if ties into the redhead fascination? I love that he's just an average guy, not overly polished - and amazingly boy next door sweet.
7. James Franco: A newcomer to the list. You know, it wasn’t until I saw him in Annapolis that I realized how much I like him. Truthfully – he’s the spitting image of my high school sweetheart whom I adored – and I think that’s why he’s someone I would enjoy “spending time” with....
6. Dennis Leary: Trash talking, vulgar, rough and Irish. Love his stand up work, love his character on “Rescue Me”, love that he’s dedicated to good causes. He’s smokin' hot....
5. Nick Lachey: Not only is he absolutely adorable - he's a good guy!!! He should've been rid of Jessica years ago. She just didn't appreciate him the way I would! (Oh wait, I'm getting emotionally attached the further down this list I go....) What I meant to say was "We'd make beautiful music together...."!
4. Kid Rock: He's dirty.... he's sexy...he's rock and roll, hip hop and country all rolled into one. I can't help it - he brings out the wild girl in me. :)
3.Tom Brady: You know, I always thought he was cute, but he’s become really so very appealing as he gets older. And I'm loving this scruffy - yet - chiseled look he's sporting lately. Everything about him is just nice.... Nice boy, nice family, seems like he’d be very doting and attentive. Sigh..... I so think he needs to lose these Hollywood girls (Gisele) and find a nice normal, regular girl who isn’t pretentious and won’t play games with him. If only I was available.....
2. Tom Welling: Somebody save me. Please..... I'd light myself on fire to have this Clark Kent rescue me. Seriously. I think I’m in love with him, no joke.
1. Jason Varitek: I love, love, love him. He is perfect. He’s probably the only one on this list that I would definitely have a difficult time being in his presence without just turning beet red. I mean, I’ve been in the same place as him before (yes, we even said hello to each other) and it’s not like I’m some crazy groupie. I can keep it together. But I think I’d be very transparent in my affection if we actually carried a conversation of any length. I can only be witty for so long before my heart shows on my sleeve. He’s strong, he’s great at his job – he’s seemingly a great husband and father. What’s not to love about him? And no one has thighs better than he does. No one.

(PS: Congratulations Mrs D!)

I'm sensing a theme here....

Good thing I love Chinese food, because clearly - I'm representational of it today. Chinese food is one of those things that I can eat every single day. Truly. (though I don't know that I'm digging the references of people being "sick of me"...eh, you have to take the good with the bad, right?) And I'm so critical of what is "good" Chinese food. I think that unless you've been to Boston and had takeout here, you probably haven't had really good Chinese take out. I've travelled throughout the country, and no place had Chinese food that even came close. San Francisco's Chinatown was excellent...but for takeout, nothing touches Boston and it's immediate suburbs. Trust me.... and if you don't believe me - ask anyone who's moved from this area. They'll tell you!

You Are Chinese Food

Exotic yet ordinary. People think they've had enough of you, but they're back for more in an hour.

What Kind of Food Are You?

You Are a Fortune Cookie

You're a rather normal person, except that you have extraordinary luck in life. People want to be around you (even when they're a little sick of you), in hopes of being lucky too!

What Kind of Cookie Are You?

Television Thoughts.....

So, the reason why I love the Golden Globes more than any other award show is because it's the one time you get the television and motion picture stars together under one roof, which is always so much fun to see. The separation between the two is quite interesting; television stars in the back, film stars in the front - and the HUGE film stars dead and center. I did come away with a few interesting observations though:

1. LOVE LOVE LOVE Reese Witherspoon's new hair style. I'm so thrilled she finally cut bangs. She's needed them and she looks adorable.

2. Everyone looked so....old. Did you notice that? Tom Hanks looked bloated; the usually tan Dustin Hoffman looked pasty; Warren Beatty who looked young at the table shots up on stage looked almost elderly. Even Marty Scorsese looked older than usual. Maybe it's just that my perspective has changed since I'm getting older myself.

3. I loved seeing a few of the actors/actresses being overwhelmed with emotion and not really knowing what to say. The jaded, experienced actors accepting their speeches never really affect me as much as seeing the unexpected surprises and happiness from the ones who are truly taken aback with their success.

4. The actor from "House" is British?!?! Who knew?!?!?! Jeesh, I don't really care for him on the show - but have him speak in his native tongue and I'd watch him all night!

5. None of the female celebrities looked amazing, which surprised me. Some of them really didn't look all that great at all which really surprised me. Some of the dresses were gorgeous; but overall I thought I've seen most of them look better. Easy for me to criticize - who the heck am I? But then again - with all that money, who wouldn't always be looking their best??

Last night was American Idol's debut of Season 6 - and it proved to be as good as always. Minneapolis seemed to be a little thin on true talent, which surprised me - unless they've held off showing the best. But what I'm really looking forward to seeing is tonight's show in Seattle. Oh my. There's something sadistic about watching people make fools of themselves - and then be in awe when they're so angry because they think that they're really good.

It's so sad, and yet so hysterical at the same time.

Color Blind....

Last week, my son had brought his homework to me for us to work on. One of the items for him to discuss and learn was "who was Martin Luther King, and what did he do?". I struggled with how to answer that question, and how to explain his accomplishments not just in terms that a 5 1/2 year old would understand; but in a way that would make sense to him. My son doesn't see people in terms of color. I mean, he acknowledges that people have "darker skin" but he doesn't identify people that way. He's never used that to describe a person in a crowd or anything like that.

So, how was I going to describe prejudices and that people are perceived to be "different" just solely based on the color of their skin? I stumbled a bit, but what I said to him was "he was a very kind, smart man who had a dream and a hope that everyone would be treated the same, no matter who they were or what they look like".

I guess what struck me the most was that as parents, part of our job is to try to teach our children to be kind to everyone and to not see people based upon their differences - be it race, religion or handicap. It doesnt' mean we don't expose them - it just means that we try to show our children that we're people, not definitions. And then, we send them to school - where they are going to be taught about the ugliness of prejudice. I know we have to teach them about it...it's part of our history and who we are as a culture; and it's still alive today.

I guess I'm just struggling with the upcoming losses of innocence on a variety of levels he's going to inevitably encounter. And I can't shelter him from the ugliness of the world, no matter how much I may want to.

The "Just a Girl" kids!

Here's a few pics from over the holidays right before everyone got so sick!

My daughter is doing much better - pneumonia and double ear infection under control...and both kids are happy and healthy today. Actually, we just came back from an "indoor picnic". I took them to this place in Newtonville where they had "Steve Songs" perform, and it was catered ala Starbucks. It was a nice way to start the day....

Back home, to tidy up...clean - and FINALLY put the Christmas tree away. I'm never this far behind, but both weekends the kids were so sick I just didn't have the time. I can't wait to have my house back to normal.

Thanksgiving Morning

Christmas Eve

Feeling better....

So, today I took a half day for me.

I had initially planned a hair appointment (highlight - brighten up my hair just a tad), and a massage. But, I got off to a little bit of a later start than anticipated and you know how salons are...so they postponed my massage. No worries though - that just meant I got my nails done instead. There's an upside to everything.

I am looking forward to making up my massage time though. I haven't had a massage in about a year now I think? Not that I got them regularly to begin with, but a girl could use one now and again to loosen up!

So now I'm feeling refreshed, brighter - and ready to take on the world!
It really doesn't take much to make me happy.

Just because you're a woman...doesn't make you a Mother!

Last night before bed I was flipping through the channels and heard a story that was “breaking news” with Nancy Grace.

In Orlando, a mother put her 11 month old baby inside of an oven that was set to 450 degrees because she got into a fight with her boyfriend – the baby’s father. Fortunately for the child – the oven wasn’t quite hot enough to burn/cook the child. But clearly – the intent was there.

What?!?!?

I have huge issues with women who do these things to their children. Look, if you don’t want to keep your children because your boyfriend doesn’t love you anymore – or you just don’t want to be a mother anymore, then fine. Drop your kids off on a busy street corner somewhere, in another town – another state, whatever you so choose. They’ll be better off than living with someone who’s contemptuous of their existence. Give them a friend. Drop them off at a church, temple, mosque....what have you. Maybe leave them at a stranger’s house with a note. But don’t kill them! What is wrong with you women?!?!

We all seem to think that as women we have an innate ability to mothering; maybe for most of us that is true. Some people are broken. I just don’t know any other way to put it. There is something that just doesn’t click inside of them when it comes to the concept of nurturing or being kind to creatures weaker than they are – children and animals alike.

I don’t buy into the “Susan Smith” scenario. She was not insane at the time of her murders. She’s a cold blooded, selfish and self centered woman who chose a man over the lives of her children. It sickens me to know that she was not executed – because I believe in her instance, it was warranted. She feels no guilt, no remorse. Prison is not a sentence for her; it’s just a refinement of her lifestyle.

Just as I have no compassion for Karen Robideaux – the mother of a baby that she starved to death because her cult leader husband told her to. I do not subscribe to the theory that she was “brainwashed”. She tried to feed him “behind her husband’s back”. To me, that shows a clear understanding of her actions. She did serve time in jail awaiting trial. While her husband is in prison on a sentence for the child’s death, Ms. Robideaux was judged by a jury of my “peers”, and gave her a $25 fine – a misdemeanor charge – and set free. These were not my peers, I assure you. While I wouldn’t have let her free....I also don’t know that I feel she should have the right to create children. And while that is not something that is under jurisdiction of law – I do agree with the concept of sterilization for sexual predators, and potentially women who murder their children. (Of course, there has to be extenuating circumstances – not a blanket policy for that situation. But I feel each case with regards to the death penalty in general should always be on a case by case basis – and not carte blanche based solely on the charge.)

And yet, I feel compassion for Andrea Yates. The woman who killed all 5 of her children due to her Post Partum Psychosis. Should she have had children once she was diagnosed? Probably not. But this is a true disorder that she was being treated and medicated for. When on the medication, she was fine. Off the medication...well, we know how the story goes. She had a long standing, well documented history of being medicated for depression and psychosis related illnesses. This was a woman who is clearly insane, and who did not make up lies or stories as to what happened to her children to point the finger onto someone else. This is a woman, who never should’ve had more children given her circumstances – yet when treated and felt “normal”, wanted to have a family like most people do. Her case, to me – is a tragedy on all levels.

There are few things in this world more precious than the life of a child. We all start out as children, innocent and wanting nothing more than to be loved. I can’t think of many things in this world that disgust me more, than the tragic injustices and malicious intent that is laid upon children.

Especially when it’s done by the hands of those who were to shelter them and love them.

The Big Apple, baby.....

So, I'm thinking of taking a trip to NYC in either late February or early March. I need to do some research to see what shows are going to be up, and start thinking about getting tickets. I also need to start thinking of who might want to, and be able to go with me.

I might even do something crazy and schedule an audition or two while I'm there, should something be available. Because you know....you can take the girl away from the dreams, but you can never take the dreams away from the girl!

You Belong in the Upper West Side

You have what it takes to be successful, but not snooty. That's why you belong in the New York of Sex and the City and Seinfeld!

Where Should Your Inner New Yorker Live?

What dreams may come....

It’s funny how some nights, you don’t remember anything you dreamed about; and some are so vivid and real – they stay with you for a day or two. I had one of those dreams the other night.

Now, mind you – this makes no sense, and I’m sure there’s more to it than what I’m recalling but it was just so bizarre.

I was hanging out with Dave Navarro at his house. (Why Dave Navarro? I don’t know? He is on my blogroll, but he’s not someone that I am attracted to or anything like that..it’s not like he’s on the list! Which will be updated later this month, might I add!) And clearly we were very good friends because he was asking me not to leave and to hang out with him and eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I kept saying “but I have to go....and you have a show to get ready for”. And then he was like “I don’t want to play tonight. I just want to stay home and hang out. But I DO love your boots!” I was wearing these really nice brown boots that came up over the knee with a high heel and pointy toe. (Always high heels and pointy toes for me!!!) Then, the scene jumped and I was in sweats and there were other people in the room with us and he was feeding me grapes. (Huh?!?!) What’s really odd about this all is that I don’t get the feeling that we were “into each other” or anything like that. It’s almost more along the lines of I think he was drunk and I was just indulging him or something? I think we were strictly platonic buds and I was just laughing at him. Because Carmen Electra was there, and she was giving me tips on how to get my mascara to go on the way I wanted it to. Next thing I remember is that we’re on TRL and I’m the one hosting it. And I introduced him to come out and for some reason they were playing “Jane Says” in the background instead of his new Panic Channel material. I remember looking out at the crowd, seeing their reaction to him....and then I woke up.

So now, for the analysis. What does this dream mean? Do I secretly have a thing for Dave Navarro embedded so deeply that I don’t even realize it? Do I crave peanut butter sandwiches and grapes? Do I think I need make up tips? Maybe it’s all just subliminal for my wanting to get another pair of boots?

Or maybe it means nothing more than I ate far too close to bedtime the other night.
Whatever it the secret meaning, it felt so real. I woke up and could not shake the song “Jane Says” from my mind, and for a second I swore it all really happened.

Green Eyed Girl....

I’ve always loved having green eyes. It’s different...you don’t see them very often. I mean, sure we all have different eye color – no two are exactly the same; but the ratio of green eyes to other colors is much smaller than say blue or brown eyes. When I was little and using the “CB” was “cool” ( I guess it was sort of today’s version of the internet!), my handle was “Tiger Eyes”. In retrospect, I don’t think tigers truly have green eyes but it was a cool sounding name that inferred that my eyes were like a cat's.

So for some reason today, I was wondering about the topic of eye color and personality – and if there is any connection between the two. Of course there isn’t, not any more than statistically speaking just as with horoscope and personality relationships. You get what you want from what you read. But even still, I found the following pretty interesting regarding green eyed people and of course, I think it sounds alot like me!

Green is the color of healing.
Green personalities want to help every one. They are natures mothers. These people are usually in the medical profession or some occupation which helps people.

Preferring to watch rather than to become involved in others business, they usually keep their thoughts secret. Others see them as good listeners because of this quality. This characteristic makes them wonderful counselors. Others take for granted that the green personality can see more than one side to a situation without bias.

Green personalities make others feel at home in their house by putting them at ease immediately. They try to take care of others with all the care their mothers gave them.

Peacemaker is their sworn duty. They want harmony in every one's life. Green personalities may even stop an argument between others by starting one themselves.

Others think that green personalities make the best of friends because they are jovial, caring and can keep a secret.

In order for a green personality to feel good about themselves, they have to be helping someone or something. Nurturers by choice, they are the ones who take care of animals, humans and plants.

Green personalities need to be careful not to make martyrs of themselves. This is something they easily can do.

All's well that ends well, but....

Last night, my daughter who had come down with a cough after her stomach flu this week - got progressively worse. To the point where she couldn't eat with out coughing. She couldn't talk without coughing. Not to be gross, but coughing to the point of vomiting. She went to bed early, and woke up at 1 a.m. I brought her into bed with me where I would stay up with her as she tried to sleep. As I had my arms around her, I could feel her rapid breathing, and just knew something wasn't right.

I had flashbacks to when my son was hospitalized with pneumonia at the same age and got a sick feeling in my stomach that it was going to be the same thing for her. I mean, I was nauseous thinking about how sick my son was at that time and thinking that my daughter was as bad. I almost took her to Children's right then - but then she fortunately passed out. She only slept for about a half hour but by that time it was 5 a.m. and morning anyway. By 7:30 when she was no better I decided to bring her to Childrens.

Yes, she has pneumonia. And her and I almost had an overnight stay....but fortunately, I got her there early enough, and they gave her antibiotics and IV soon enough to be able to see a positive change in her. She's still so sick, but she was stable enough to go home and not needing oxygen. So a watchful is being kept and if she is no better tomorrow then she has to go back. But I'm thinking she'll be fine and will just be able to be followed up by her pediatrician on Monday.

I'm tired...she's tired.
And tomorrow...... is a new day!
Every day is a new day to have a good day.
Here's to a better day for her.

It's already the weekend?!?

What a busy week it's been. Both kids have been sick with the stomach flu....and I narrowly escaped it myself. Last night I went to bed early with a fever and an ache in my head and my stomach - and today I woke up a new girl. Well, one with bags under her eyes - but feeling spectacular none the less.

Tonight, one of my girlfriends is coming over to hang out and get Chinese. Love, love, love Chinese food - I could eat it just about every night of the week I think. Between Chinese and pizza, oh - and Italian subs, and of course Dunkin Dounts coffee - I could sustain quite nicely. It'll be fun, I haven't seen her in ages it seems. She's a "work friend" who I don't see quite as often as I used to since she changed offices. So while I miss our daily coffee chats and weekly Sephora runs, I really enjoy our visits. She drops her son off with his father down the street from me, so sometimes she'll pop in and hang out for a while.

I've been catching up on Smallville's 5th season over the past week. I'm up to the big episode from last season (episode 12) that I tried really hard to avoid hearing about - but of course the radio stations spoiled it by talking about it. So I know the jist of it, but not the details. Rumor has it, that it's a tear jerker. I'm sure it will be. One of the things I just love about that show, (aside from Tom Welling of course!) is the family structure that runs through it all. There's something about a father and a grown son who are openly affectionate towards one another that really makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

Speaking of which, lots of great television coming up shortly.... "Rome" is coming back to HBO; "Heroes" will be be on again; American Idol starts up again; "Sopranos" should be back soon, as well as "Big Love". But what I want to know is - when is "Curb your Enthusiasm" coming back?!?!

"I'll have a vanilla... one of those vanilla bullshit things. You know, whatever you want, some vanilla bullshit latte cappa thing. Whatever you got." - Larry David, from Curb Your Enthusiasm

"...We need to talk about your TPS reports...."

Today, we found out that my little group is moving office spaces. Again. We just moved here in May - and now it seems we're moving to another part of the building. But wait....it gets better.

No more individual cubicles. You've got to be kidding me! Open air office space is bad enough, but now I might have to sit in a quad space? That is going to be so irritating. First of all, I can't sit with my back to the door. It makes me feel vulnerable, like someone can sneak up on me and startle me. It used to happen all the time when I worked in other areas. I get so engrossed in what I'm doing that I tune out and literally don't hear anyone coming up behind me. And then I shriek when I'm startled - so of course, it eventually became a game to some of my friends who would intentionally sneak up on me to get a rise out of me. Now that I think about it, someone did that to me today actually. They heard me coming up the stairs and hid so I wouldn't see them when I turned the corner and then jumped out at me. Yup, I shrieked. And maybe said a few choice curse words! hahahhaa.

So myself and the 8 other members of my respective group are awaiting to hear the timeline of our dreaded move. People have been coming up to us all day giving us their "condolences". We're moving into an area that's far too small, and already populated with another division.

Hmmm. What to do...what to do?
Maybe it's time to find another job on base....

What I heard on my commute today....

"What I am is what I am...Are you what you are - or what?"

"I'm not here for your entertainment....you don't really wanna mess with me tonight..."

"What's new pussycat, can you dig the satisfactionWell, you can't take it with you...but you can!"

"Your subtleties....They strangle me....I can’t explain myself at all....."

"Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin even me....I am older than I once was, and younger than Ill be, thats not unusual....No it isnt strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same....After changes we are more or less the same"

"She smiles like shes so tough.... She says "hey can you talk a little louder, I don't think my heart is broken enough"

"I've looked at life from both sides now....From win and lose and still somehow....It's lifes illusions I recall....I really dont know life at all........."
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And I just chose the lines that mean the most to me from them all.
And there you have it.

They say things happen in threes....

And today is one of those days.

Initially my sister and I were supposed to head down the Cape to see some family. We had a distant cousin pass over the holidays and we were going to pay our respects. It was going to be a long ride, and take up most of our day and we were looking forward to it. It would be fun for us to hang out - and it's always fun to see family. But somehow, I knew it wasn't going to happen.

My daughter had been sick since New Year's Eve Day, early early morning with a stomach bug. The whole "throwing/go-ing" thing. Poor chickie. So yesterday was really just a lazy, hang around and do nothing day since she wasn't well. This morning I said to my sister, "you know, I just don't think I should travel too far today...something's not sitting right with me, I just don't think I should go far". So we decided to go to Starbucks, visit and maybe have lunch or something. A little "sister time" which we never get. Sure enough, I pull up to Starbucks and my phone is ringing.....our hot water heater blew. Now, I was suspicious because yesterday we had to relight the pilot - but figured no big deal. But today - water everywhere..... So. That was item number 1 for the day. I called the plumber and $1000 later - voila - a new water heater.

Then, I get a call from the school. My son, who was perfectly fine this morning - got sick in his class and needed to go home. Guess the stomach bug is making it's way around. So, my sitter picked him up since I was no where near the school and didn't have a car seat w/ me either. That was #2.

The final straw was as I was driving home. I missed my exit onto 93 because I was talking w. my sitter to see how the kids were. (Daughter's fine....Son, not so fine....) So, I ended up turning around all the way near my work. No big deal, right? Well, this truck cuts me off changing lanes - and rocks fly off the back of his truck bed. One of them I watch bounce off the highway and slam right into my windshield, cracking it. There was my number 3.

Hmmm. 2007 could of started off just a little bit nicer, you think?!