Beer Pong in my 30’s
I met Mat and Tawnie during the summer in Marina Del Rey. I was attending a wedding shower and was thirty minutes late, because I wrote down the wrong time. I drove around to find parking, but had to settle on paying for parking in the lot across from the party. However this lot in question has the world’s most annoying payment machine. I was literally trying to purchase a parking pass from the machine when my credit card got stuck in the credit card swiper.
I could not get my card out of the machine no matter what I did. My nails were too long to get a grip on the card to pull it out of the slot I had placed it in. I became enraged with anger, and my ohm shanti shanti attitude left my body. I became so angry this guy who was waiting in line behind me trying to park as well had to come and help me get my credit card out of the machine. His wife was in the car and she looked so pissed at me. I finally parked and ran to the party. Walking in behind me was the couple in the car behind me.
That was how I met Mat and Tawnie one of my favorite couples in the world. Last weekend they had their first party as a married couple in their home. I was so excited to go. Tawnie is a hand full in all the good funny ways. She is off the wall and cute, but not off the wall and hard to deal with. Mat always struck me as the quiet on in their relationship. That was until this last weekend.
Saturday I headed to their house for the party, and was greeted with music, blueberry vodka,and friends. I spent most of the night speaking to two other friends Julie and Chris. We talked about miscellaneous wedding things, bachelorette, and bachelor parties. Somewhere in the middle of the drinking, conversation, and guests arriving Mat came alive. He was on fire to say the least. He was getting louder and funnier by the minute. Before I knew it a beer pong set came out.
As if we were all in collage everyone crowed around the table to watch the two opposing teams play. The best part of being older, and playing this game is that we’re smart enough to keep the beer in the fridge, and take one out to pound when someone’s cup is up. This avoids flat hot beer. However the game was moving quickly and Mat was the king.
Mat was getting so loud and winning he could barely contain the excitement in his body. With every ball in a cup he would raise his hands in victory and make some comment. I wish I could remember what he was saying, but I was in the kitchen at that point. Out of the corner of my eye I was watching the crowd around the beer pong table and started to giggle. This is what my adult childhood looks like a couple’s party centered on a beer pong table. It was a good night!
Monday, January 24, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
My trigger Finger
My trigger Finger
Strange things have been happening to me in my yoga classes. I am not sure why, but my pointer finger on my right hand seems to have a mind of its own. I would go as far to say that I have restless leg syndrome in my trigger finger. This sudden jerking, and twitching will not occur at normal times during the day. It only happens when I am in savasana the last pose of my moving meditation.
It is horrifying. I am laying there with my hands palms up and my finger goes into convulsions, and I cannot stop this appendage from moving. I tried placing my right hand on my abdomen, on the floor, making a fist, but nothing works! My hand is possessed. I am not sure what disturbs me more the fact that my trigger finger is behaving badly, or that this is the most interesting thing I have had to say in 5 days!
Strange things have been happening to me in my yoga classes. I am not sure why, but my pointer finger on my right hand seems to have a mind of its own. I would go as far to say that I have restless leg syndrome in my trigger finger. This sudden jerking, and twitching will not occur at normal times during the day. It only happens when I am in savasana the last pose of my moving meditation.
It is horrifying. I am laying there with my hands palms up and my finger goes into convulsions, and I cannot stop this appendage from moving. I tried placing my right hand on my abdomen, on the floor, making a fist, but nothing works! My hand is possessed. I am not sure what disturbs me more the fact that my trigger finger is behaving badly, or that this is the most interesting thing I have had to say in 5 days!
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Runaway Robert
Runaway Robert
Robert would be my grandfather. I recently gave him the title of runaway Robert because of his speedy natural pace. Before I go on his catch phrase has always been let’s go, let’s go, let’s go! On Thursday of last week I met both grandparents for lunch and a movie at the Century City Mall. They are more advanced in age and my grandmother moves slower than she used to, but my grandfather is Speedy Gonzales. When I arrived at their home the first thing my grandfather said was, “ let’s go were going to be late”!
There was no way we were going to be late because they literally and I mean literally live around the corner from our destination. It would take less time to walk there then it does to drive around the corner, and find a parking space in the mall. However they like to drive there so we drove there. We found parking and before we got out of the car Robert states that he is going to Bloomingdales to get us a table.
Before I could object he took off from my grandmother and I like Yosemite Sam. I could not get a word out of my mouth, and it probably would not have mattered, because he conveniently turns off his hearing aids from time to time. I am assuming this was one of those times and just went with the flow. I walked along with my grandmother at her pace until we arrived at 59th and Lex. We sat down with my grandfather who had already ordered his drink and a drink for my grandmother.
By the time my grandmother and I sat down the drinks were at the table. My grandfather apologized for not ordering me a drink, but it was fine all I wanted was water. Roberts’s efforts to keep the day moving along were hilarious. Once our food was served the waiter asked if we needed anything and my grandfather said yes, the check. I became worried that we were going to miss our 1:05 movie so I checked the time on my iphone.
The time was 12:15, and after all it was a Thursday in the middle of the afternoon. It’s not like we were going to have to wait in line for tickets to see Country Strong. I started to get a little irritated at his time management. We had plenty of time to finish eating and get to the movie. I told him we had 40 minutes and asked him to relax. Again not really sure if his hearing aids were off at that point, because when I told him we had 40 minutes to kill he had no expression, and did not seem to respond to me.
My grandmother on the other hand started in on him and he gave her the same blank expression he gave me. Before I was officially finished eating he gave the waiter his credit card and the bill was paid for. He got up and announced he would meet us at the theater. Before I could open my mouth he was gone! We met him at the theater 15 minutes later. My grandmother walks slow, but we still had 10 minutes to wait for the movie to start.
In the theater the premovie entertainment turned off and before I knew it runaway Robert was up telling the staff about the problem. He came back in and like magic the movie started. After the movie was over he jumped up again and told us he would meet us in the lobby. We got up slowly and met him in the lobby 10 minutes later. We all started to head to the car.
However runaway Robert just had to run one more errand before he got into the car, and told us to meet him at the escalator, and again he took off. My grandmother and I decided to waste time by window shopping at Tiffany’s. I saw my grandfather out of the corner of my eye, motioned to my grandmother, and we walked towards him. To his dismay he did not see us and became agitated. I was calling out to him but he could not hear me, so I called a little louder, and louder, and LOUDER.
He finally turned around and smiled. We walked to the escalator as he waited for us he watched us walk towards him, and he graciously let us go ahead of him on the escalator. I told him I had decided to nick name him runaway Robert. He thought it was funny and began laughing. My grandmother also laughed, we got to the car and drove back to the house.
Robert would be my grandfather. I recently gave him the title of runaway Robert because of his speedy natural pace. Before I go on his catch phrase has always been let’s go, let’s go, let’s go! On Thursday of last week I met both grandparents for lunch and a movie at the Century City Mall. They are more advanced in age and my grandmother moves slower than she used to, but my grandfather is Speedy Gonzales. When I arrived at their home the first thing my grandfather said was, “ let’s go were going to be late”!
There was no way we were going to be late because they literally and I mean literally live around the corner from our destination. It would take less time to walk there then it does to drive around the corner, and find a parking space in the mall. However they like to drive there so we drove there. We found parking and before we got out of the car Robert states that he is going to Bloomingdales to get us a table.
Before I could object he took off from my grandmother and I like Yosemite Sam. I could not get a word out of my mouth, and it probably would not have mattered, because he conveniently turns off his hearing aids from time to time. I am assuming this was one of those times and just went with the flow. I walked along with my grandmother at her pace until we arrived at 59th and Lex. We sat down with my grandfather who had already ordered his drink and a drink for my grandmother.
By the time my grandmother and I sat down the drinks were at the table. My grandfather apologized for not ordering me a drink, but it was fine all I wanted was water. Roberts’s efforts to keep the day moving along were hilarious. Once our food was served the waiter asked if we needed anything and my grandfather said yes, the check. I became worried that we were going to miss our 1:05 movie so I checked the time on my iphone.
The time was 12:15, and after all it was a Thursday in the middle of the afternoon. It’s not like we were going to have to wait in line for tickets to see Country Strong. I started to get a little irritated at his time management. We had plenty of time to finish eating and get to the movie. I told him we had 40 minutes and asked him to relax. Again not really sure if his hearing aids were off at that point, because when I told him we had 40 minutes to kill he had no expression, and did not seem to respond to me.
My grandmother on the other hand started in on him and he gave her the same blank expression he gave me. Before I was officially finished eating he gave the waiter his credit card and the bill was paid for. He got up and announced he would meet us at the theater. Before I could open my mouth he was gone! We met him at the theater 15 minutes later. My grandmother walks slow, but we still had 10 minutes to wait for the movie to start.
In the theater the premovie entertainment turned off and before I knew it runaway Robert was up telling the staff about the problem. He came back in and like magic the movie started. After the movie was over he jumped up again and told us he would meet us in the lobby. We got up slowly and met him in the lobby 10 minutes later. We all started to head to the car.
However runaway Robert just had to run one more errand before he got into the car, and told us to meet him at the escalator, and again he took off. My grandmother and I decided to waste time by window shopping at Tiffany’s. I saw my grandfather out of the corner of my eye, motioned to my grandmother, and we walked towards him. To his dismay he did not see us and became agitated. I was calling out to him but he could not hear me, so I called a little louder, and louder, and LOUDER.
He finally turned around and smiled. We walked to the escalator as he waited for us he watched us walk towards him, and he graciously let us go ahead of him on the escalator. I told him I had decided to nick name him runaway Robert. He thought it was funny and began laughing. My grandmother also laughed, we got to the car and drove back to the house.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Meditation
Meditation.
Today I was lucky to have the opportunity to teach meditation to a class of high school seniors studying psychology. At first I was sure the students were going to think meditation is weird, but many of them had no judgments about the idea. I believe yoga has become pop culture in our society, and this made meditation or the idea of meditation more mainstream. I like the fact these young minds were open to discovering unknown opportunities and embracing the idea of something different.
I started by talking about monks, and how their brain waves were different from the average person. I cannot remember the name of the study I read about, but the findings were really interesting. The monks had slower and more controlled brain activity then the average person. They focused their breath, and spend a lot of time in meditation or prayer. When I told the students about the study I could see the interest set across their faces.
I started to talk about the masculine and feminine parts of our body, and how we breathe, how air circulates inside our bodies, and what energy represents. I ran them through some breath exercises for keeping the heart open, and relieving worries. Their favorite was opening up the heart. I will admit it’s my favorite breathing exercise as well. At one point we went outside to enjoy the 75 degree weather. We all sat on the field and did all the same meditation exercises.
Many of the students held onto an image or thought of nothing but their breath. Some students just listened to the sound of my voice counting the inhales, and the exhales. The last five minutes of class I had them fall into the earth for savasana. They let go of themselves and their surroundings for a brief moment, soaked up the warmth of the sun, and the feeling of the wind on their skin. They got up in a clam place, and went slowly back into school to mingle with their friends for lunch.
Today I was lucky to have the opportunity to teach meditation to a class of high school seniors studying psychology. At first I was sure the students were going to think meditation is weird, but many of them had no judgments about the idea. I believe yoga has become pop culture in our society, and this made meditation or the idea of meditation more mainstream. I like the fact these young minds were open to discovering unknown opportunities and embracing the idea of something different.
I started by talking about monks, and how their brain waves were different from the average person. I cannot remember the name of the study I read about, but the findings were really interesting. The monks had slower and more controlled brain activity then the average person. They focused their breath, and spend a lot of time in meditation or prayer. When I told the students about the study I could see the interest set across their faces.
I started to talk about the masculine and feminine parts of our body, and how we breathe, how air circulates inside our bodies, and what energy represents. I ran them through some breath exercises for keeping the heart open, and relieving worries. Their favorite was opening up the heart. I will admit it’s my favorite breathing exercise as well. At one point we went outside to enjoy the 75 degree weather. We all sat on the field and did all the same meditation exercises.
Many of the students held onto an image or thought of nothing but their breath. Some students just listened to the sound of my voice counting the inhales, and the exhales. The last five minutes of class I had them fall into the earth for savasana. They let go of themselves and their surroundings for a brief moment, soaked up the warmth of the sun, and the feeling of the wind on their skin. They got up in a clam place, and went slowly back into school to mingle with their friends for lunch.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Tea for Two
Tea For two.
I know building a following is a process, and I have just begun, so I am excited for the start. Yesterday was my first studio class. I had two students and I felt good about the class. One of the students was Teacher X. I really love that she was there to support me. The other student was a new yogi, and it became more of a semi private class. I thought it was fun, and a good place to start.
My target audience for that class is 6-10 people. I know it will take time to build that amount, but it’s a progression. I use to own a business selling woman’s clothing, and building it from the ground up was a process. Teaching yoga is like starting a business, but you sell yourself as a product. Some students will like my classes and some will not like my classes. The ones that like it I am sure will come back. That is how you build a following.
My teacher from Rising Lotus Yoga told me that she only had two students in her first class, and now she gets about 30 students per class, teaches other yogis how to become teachers, and owns a studio. Like I said I am laying the foundation for a bigger picture. I have no judgments or preconceived notions about how this process will turn out. I am just planning on being present in the moments I get to teach, and go from there. So with this philosophy in mind I thought yesterday was a success.
I had two students come and sweat it out for an hour and a half of yoga. I also learned I need to work on mirroring, and instruction. I also don’t tell stories, or talk all that much, so I need to bring a little more in that category as well. I need to advertise better also. One friend/yogi would have come to class to support me if she had known about my class. So next time I will be more aggressive about spreading the word about my class.
I know building a following is a process, and I have just begun, so I am excited for the start. Yesterday was my first studio class. I had two students and I felt good about the class. One of the students was Teacher X. I really love that she was there to support me. The other student was a new yogi, and it became more of a semi private class. I thought it was fun, and a good place to start.
My target audience for that class is 6-10 people. I know it will take time to build that amount, but it’s a progression. I use to own a business selling woman’s clothing, and building it from the ground up was a process. Teaching yoga is like starting a business, but you sell yourself as a product. Some students will like my classes and some will not like my classes. The ones that like it I am sure will come back. That is how you build a following.
My teacher from Rising Lotus Yoga told me that she only had two students in her first class, and now she gets about 30 students per class, teaches other yogis how to become teachers, and owns a studio. Like I said I am laying the foundation for a bigger picture. I have no judgments or preconceived notions about how this process will turn out. I am just planning on being present in the moments I get to teach, and go from there. So with this philosophy in mind I thought yesterday was a success.
I had two students come and sweat it out for an hour and a half of yoga. I also learned I need to work on mirroring, and instruction. I also don’t tell stories, or talk all that much, so I need to bring a little more in that category as well. I need to advertise better also. One friend/yogi would have come to class to support me if she had known about my class. So next time I will be more aggressive about spreading the word about my class.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Today is the new beginning
Today is the new beginning.
I teach my first class today, and I am excited, scarred and worried all at once. The excitement stems from how much I have wanted to teach this first class. I want to instruct, but know there are things I have to work on to become a real solid teacher. Scarred that no one will show up, and worried that I will forget everything I have learned in the first ten seconds of teaching. The times I have taught I was in front of friends, and in front of my fellow teacher trainers. These are what I consider to be safe environments.
A safe house if you will. Without these anchoring things I am not sure what will happen. However, I am sure I will find out exactly what will happen later today. Deep down inside I know I will be fine and make it through all right. I feel prepared, but I am going to go through my music today. Maybe add some beats to my playlist or not.
I played with sequencing last night and did a bit of it to modify the movements. I like to move when I practice, and I know most of my movements will be too hard for level one students. Either way I will learn from what I do correctly and what I do incorrectly. This whole process I have worked through leads to this moment now. I waited a year to take this training from this school, so I better just relax and control myself.
Sure I will be calm cool and collected, but not in my dreams or should I say nightmare last night. I dreamt I was teaching today at the studio, and a bus filled with private school high school students came to the class. They were unruly, and did not listen to instruction, so the teacher yanked them all out of the studio in the middle of class, and placed them in the bus back to school. His actions left me alone in the yoga studio with no one to teach.
I woke up really irritated this morning.
I teach my first class today, and I am excited, scarred and worried all at once. The excitement stems from how much I have wanted to teach this first class. I want to instruct, but know there are things I have to work on to become a real solid teacher. Scarred that no one will show up, and worried that I will forget everything I have learned in the first ten seconds of teaching. The times I have taught I was in front of friends, and in front of my fellow teacher trainers. These are what I consider to be safe environments.
A safe house if you will. Without these anchoring things I am not sure what will happen. However, I am sure I will find out exactly what will happen later today. Deep down inside I know I will be fine and make it through all right. I feel prepared, but I am going to go through my music today. Maybe add some beats to my playlist or not.
I played with sequencing last night and did a bit of it to modify the movements. I like to move when I practice, and I know most of my movements will be too hard for level one students. Either way I will learn from what I do correctly and what I do incorrectly. This whole process I have worked through leads to this moment now. I waited a year to take this training from this school, so I better just relax and control myself.
Sure I will be calm cool and collected, but not in my dreams or should I say nightmare last night. I dreamt I was teaching today at the studio, and a bus filled with private school high school students came to the class. They were unruly, and did not listen to instruction, so the teacher yanked them all out of the studio in the middle of class, and placed them in the bus back to school. His actions left me alone in the yoga studio with no one to teach.
I woke up really irritated this morning.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Dancing, DANcing, DANCIng, DANCING MACHINE.
Yes that’s me. It has been called to my attention by many different people that I randomly dance completely unconsciously. I am not sure if I was just borne this way, or that I like to move around, or that I love music. Maybe it is a combination of all the above, but either way I think it is cute that I dance the way I do. The first story I can remember about my spontaneous dancing was when I was a child. I think it was after my little brother was borne, so I was between four and five years old. We were in a place to eat, my family and I. I believe a Michael Jackson song came on.
I stood up in my chair and danced. Not for a second or two, but for the whole song. My parents thought it was hilarious, and cute. I believe the other patrons in the restaurant also thought it was cute, because no one asked me to sit down and stop dancing. When the song was over I sat back down like it was completely normal. We had dinner and this story remains famous. I also remember dancing around in my play room as a child as well. Looking in the mirror and watching my body twirl around. I think I may have believed I was a ballerina.
I was not, but as a kid you believe what you want to believe. Years later I recall not being able to stop myself while I was dancing in gymnastics class. There was music playing while the class was in line for the uneven bars, and while I was waiting I remember dancing a little. I think I got in trouble that day for being disruptive, because I was asked to stop. I think I knew from that point on that I needed to be free to dance.
I did dance for a while as a child, and in High School as well. I never went into dancing professionally, but I still like my free styling spontaneous dancing I burst into from time to time. When I ran my company I know that we had music playing, and one day I was dancing around my lofty office. My friend came up to me with a smile on his face, and told me I dance in the office all the time. I had no idea I was, but it’s kinda funny. In 2010 I was called out on it two separate times.
Once I was at dinner with old High School friends, and when the food came to the table I guess I was dancing a bit in my seat. My friend sitting next to me started to giggle, and told me he could always tell when I am happy, because I start dancing. My last boyfriend and I spent a lot of time in his house cooking together and laughing. He had the best 80’s music on all the time and I would lip sing and dance. I knew I was doing this, and we would crack up. I think it is the best weird behavior to have. I dance when I am happy.
Yes that’s me. It has been called to my attention by many different people that I randomly dance completely unconsciously. I am not sure if I was just borne this way, or that I like to move around, or that I love music. Maybe it is a combination of all the above, but either way I think it is cute that I dance the way I do. The first story I can remember about my spontaneous dancing was when I was a child. I think it was after my little brother was borne, so I was between four and five years old. We were in a place to eat, my family and I. I believe a Michael Jackson song came on.
I stood up in my chair and danced. Not for a second or two, but for the whole song. My parents thought it was hilarious, and cute. I believe the other patrons in the restaurant also thought it was cute, because no one asked me to sit down and stop dancing. When the song was over I sat back down like it was completely normal. We had dinner and this story remains famous. I also remember dancing around in my play room as a child as well. Looking in the mirror and watching my body twirl around. I think I may have believed I was a ballerina.
I was not, but as a kid you believe what you want to believe. Years later I recall not being able to stop myself while I was dancing in gymnastics class. There was music playing while the class was in line for the uneven bars, and while I was waiting I remember dancing a little. I think I got in trouble that day for being disruptive, because I was asked to stop. I think I knew from that point on that I needed to be free to dance.
I did dance for a while as a child, and in High School as well. I never went into dancing professionally, but I still like my free styling spontaneous dancing I burst into from time to time. When I ran my company I know that we had music playing, and one day I was dancing around my lofty office. My friend came up to me with a smile on his face, and told me I dance in the office all the time. I had no idea I was, but it’s kinda funny. In 2010 I was called out on it two separate times.
Once I was at dinner with old High School friends, and when the food came to the table I guess I was dancing a bit in my seat. My friend sitting next to me started to giggle, and told me he could always tell when I am happy, because I start dancing. My last boyfriend and I spent a lot of time in his house cooking together and laughing. He had the best 80’s music on all the time and I would lip sing and dance. I knew I was doing this, and we would crack up. I think it is the best weird behavior to have. I dance when I am happy.
Monday, January 10, 2011
L-O-V-E....
Weekend Fun!
Can I just announce I love my friends? I L-O-V-E them! Many of my friends are just all in the same place as I am and enjoy many of the same things I enjoy, but then again I guess that is why I am friends with these people. I had an action packed weekend with a girls night, a Friday night yoga class, and dinner, and a birthday dinner on Sunday night. My most favorite day was Sunday.
Friday I met my best guy BFF for a yoga class that I used to take all the time, but stopped going to the class, because life just got in the way. After yoga we went for sushi and had a great conversation about family, friends, jobs etc. It had been so long since the last time we went to yoga and had dinner I forgot how much I liked it! Our other ritual was Saturday 9am class followed by brunch where we stuffed our faces. I get a little tear in my eye just thinking of it….oh…sigh! I am sure that may start happening again after football season is over.
Saturday I went to yoga again! Then had girls night with two of my girlfriends. We were talking about what our 20 year old selves used to do on a girls night verses what our 30 year old selves do now. I will just say this the 20 year old me would consider the 30 year old me lame, and boring. I liked going to clubs and dancing the night away in my early 20’s. Now dinner, movie, and a cocktail do the trick. I actually prefer dinner and drinks with friends at one of our homes rather than going out and dealing with riffraff in Los Angeles. I will admit in the summer I do like to go out more often. I like riding my bike and going bar hopping during the day. It is a lot of fun, but that is the extent of my crazy lifestyle.
My crazy Saturday night consisted of eating appetizers, drinking, and talking about an upcoming bachelorette trip to Vegas. I had a lot of fun, but left around 10pm with a stomach ache. Went home jumped in bed and fell asleep, and it felt so good. Sunday morning I woke up looking forward to the remainder of my day. Sunday was special, because my Graduate Teacher class started. My fellow teachers from Rising Lotus Yoga were offered the graduate class to teach students. It is a donation based class through the studio.
Our first graduate went on Sunday, and she did a really good job. I also learned a lot from her class like what to do in my first class at Lotus, and how to speed up my pacing. Many of the other teachers from our graduating class came, and it felt like family in that room. I did not want to leave because the room was filled with love, and support. I kinda lagged after class because I wanted to soak up what was left.
After I gave up on being a sponge I went home to meet a Teacher X. We talked ate some snacks talked for an hour or so, and made plans to meet on Monday. We left at the same time and I met another friend for dinner. All in all I had the best weekend!
Can I just announce I love my friends? I L-O-V-E them! Many of my friends are just all in the same place as I am and enjoy many of the same things I enjoy, but then again I guess that is why I am friends with these people. I had an action packed weekend with a girls night, a Friday night yoga class, and dinner, and a birthday dinner on Sunday night. My most favorite day was Sunday.
Friday I met my best guy BFF for a yoga class that I used to take all the time, but stopped going to the class, because life just got in the way. After yoga we went for sushi and had a great conversation about family, friends, jobs etc. It had been so long since the last time we went to yoga and had dinner I forgot how much I liked it! Our other ritual was Saturday 9am class followed by brunch where we stuffed our faces. I get a little tear in my eye just thinking of it….oh…sigh! I am sure that may start happening again after football season is over.
Saturday I went to yoga again! Then had girls night with two of my girlfriends. We were talking about what our 20 year old selves used to do on a girls night verses what our 30 year old selves do now. I will just say this the 20 year old me would consider the 30 year old me lame, and boring. I liked going to clubs and dancing the night away in my early 20’s. Now dinner, movie, and a cocktail do the trick. I actually prefer dinner and drinks with friends at one of our homes rather than going out and dealing with riffraff in Los Angeles. I will admit in the summer I do like to go out more often. I like riding my bike and going bar hopping during the day. It is a lot of fun, but that is the extent of my crazy lifestyle.
My crazy Saturday night consisted of eating appetizers, drinking, and talking about an upcoming bachelorette trip to Vegas. I had a lot of fun, but left around 10pm with a stomach ache. Went home jumped in bed and fell asleep, and it felt so good. Sunday morning I woke up looking forward to the remainder of my day. Sunday was special, because my Graduate Teacher class started. My fellow teachers from Rising Lotus Yoga were offered the graduate class to teach students. It is a donation based class through the studio.
Our first graduate went on Sunday, and she did a really good job. I also learned a lot from her class like what to do in my first class at Lotus, and how to speed up my pacing. Many of the other teachers from our graduating class came, and it felt like family in that room. I did not want to leave because the room was filled with love, and support. I kinda lagged after class because I wanted to soak up what was left.
After I gave up on being a sponge I went home to meet a Teacher X. We talked ate some snacks talked for an hour or so, and made plans to meet on Monday. We left at the same time and I met another friend for dinner. All in all I had the best weekend!
Friday, January 7, 2011
I bring out the crazy in people
I bring out the crazy in people.
I don’t think you need to stay in any toxic relationship in general, so when any relationship spirals out of control its best to take a step back, or just walk away. Taking a step back to digest a problem, and then reacting without anger is how I personally prefer to deal with stressful or emotional situations. At times this can just make the other person or persons involved get shoddier. When this occurs I always end up walking away from that relationship.
Yes, it’s a harsh position to take, but in general I have learned when situations become that heated people act erratically. I will give some personal examples of these heated arguments. Last year I had a fall out with two friends. I to this day still have no idea why they thought I was a bad friend, or care for the reasons they had to act like crazy people. There was also the New Years Eve I got slapped by my train wreck of a boyfriend.
One New Years Eve my boyfriend and I got into an argument about his behavior. He was drunk and talking to other girls, and even went as far to grab someone’s ass right in front of me. We happened to be in Miami that night, and once his friends saw that they also felt his behavior was inappropriate. They talked him into leaving, and I was the designated driver. We got the car, and we all started to pile in.
He insisted on sitting in front with me, and I asked him not to. I even pushed him away from trying to kiss me. When I did this he slapped me across the face. His friends literally pulled him out of the car and talked to him, while I ran down the street. Two of his friends followed me to make sure I was not seriously hurt and offered to kick his ass. I left Miami the next day on the first flight out. No conversation was needed.
A more recent example would be what I like to call Crazy Town. Crazy town represents the crazy friends I no longer speak to mentioned in the second paragraph. Again I still have no idea what they got mad at me for , and I still don’t care, and here is why. After I said we should back off and talk when we are calm things got weird. One of these friends started to come over to the area I was in every day to try to get into an altercation with me. One day this friend followed me half way through the city to a nail appointment.
I made my father who also had a relationship with this person call him and tell him to stop following me. For the record this was one of the creepiest situations, because it did not stop there. This stalker also kept sending me weird text messages, emails on facebook, and messages to my family telling them I am a horrible person. Maybe I am a horrible person, maybe I am an asshole, but I don’t stalk people or harass them. I’m just saying!
To get rid of this problem I got a can of mace just for safety, blocked this couple from my facebook page, and never spoke to either one of them. This still was not enough, because after all this they involved other mutual friends who have now unfriended me on Facebook, and then kept harassing my family. Once I showed my family the nasty text messages, and emails they cut off all contact with Crazy Town as well. This did not stop Crazy Town, and they kept stalking me, and trying to find any personal information about me they could. One way was to check my blog every day four times a day for the last six months.
Why work out anything with a weird stalking couple, or a man that hits his girlfriend? I cannot come up with any good reasons. I say why work things out with crazy people? I am better off without weirdoes in my existence. This is why I put on my running shoes and take off for dear life. I have had normal arguments where things spiral out of control as well, but when I back off it usually gets resolved. However, once arguments become this heated relationships shift and either repair themselves, or remain permanently damaged.
I don’t think you need to stay in any toxic relationship in general, so when any relationship spirals out of control its best to take a step back, or just walk away. Taking a step back to digest a problem, and then reacting without anger is how I personally prefer to deal with stressful or emotional situations. At times this can just make the other person or persons involved get shoddier. When this occurs I always end up walking away from that relationship.
Yes, it’s a harsh position to take, but in general I have learned when situations become that heated people act erratically. I will give some personal examples of these heated arguments. Last year I had a fall out with two friends. I to this day still have no idea why they thought I was a bad friend, or care for the reasons they had to act like crazy people. There was also the New Years Eve I got slapped by my train wreck of a boyfriend.
One New Years Eve my boyfriend and I got into an argument about his behavior. He was drunk and talking to other girls, and even went as far to grab someone’s ass right in front of me. We happened to be in Miami that night, and once his friends saw that they also felt his behavior was inappropriate. They talked him into leaving, and I was the designated driver. We got the car, and we all started to pile in.
He insisted on sitting in front with me, and I asked him not to. I even pushed him away from trying to kiss me. When I did this he slapped me across the face. His friends literally pulled him out of the car and talked to him, while I ran down the street. Two of his friends followed me to make sure I was not seriously hurt and offered to kick his ass. I left Miami the next day on the first flight out. No conversation was needed.
A more recent example would be what I like to call Crazy Town. Crazy town represents the crazy friends I no longer speak to mentioned in the second paragraph. Again I still have no idea what they got mad at me for , and I still don’t care, and here is why. After I said we should back off and talk when we are calm things got weird. One of these friends started to come over to the area I was in every day to try to get into an altercation with me. One day this friend followed me half way through the city to a nail appointment.
I made my father who also had a relationship with this person call him and tell him to stop following me. For the record this was one of the creepiest situations, because it did not stop there. This stalker also kept sending me weird text messages, emails on facebook, and messages to my family telling them I am a horrible person. Maybe I am a horrible person, maybe I am an asshole, but I don’t stalk people or harass them. I’m just saying!
To get rid of this problem I got a can of mace just for safety, blocked this couple from my facebook page, and never spoke to either one of them. This still was not enough, because after all this they involved other mutual friends who have now unfriended me on Facebook, and then kept harassing my family. Once I showed my family the nasty text messages, and emails they cut off all contact with Crazy Town as well. This did not stop Crazy Town, and they kept stalking me, and trying to find any personal information about me they could. One way was to check my blog every day four times a day for the last six months.
Why work out anything with a weird stalking couple, or a man that hits his girlfriend? I cannot come up with any good reasons. I say why work things out with crazy people? I am better off without weirdoes in my existence. This is why I put on my running shoes and take off for dear life. I have had normal arguments where things spiral out of control as well, but when I back off it usually gets resolved. However, once arguments become this heated relationships shift and either repair themselves, or remain permanently damaged.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Chocolate Cake, Mexican Food, and Current Events.
Chocolate Cake, Mexican Food, and Current Events.
Over the last day or so I satisfied my pie craving with a piece of chocolate cake from the Cheesecake Factory. I ate it for breakfast the last two days. Like Bill Cosby said it has eggs, milk, and that is nutrition! I enjoyed this chocolate cake, but it was not pie. Chocolate cake is really rich and sweet. Pie can have a more savory taste, and I like pie better for that reason. However this is not the most exciting news of the day. I wish it was but it’s not. The only thing better then eating chocolate cake for breakfast is Mexican food for lunch.
I went to lunch with my Grandmother today and we went to Don Antonio’s.
This is one of three of my favorite Mexican food spots. I believe it worked well with my breakfast choice. I know I have been eating poorly over the last few days but I don’t care. I never eat this much crap in general, so a week will not kill me. I do exercise it off at the end of the day anyway! I started off the lunch the same way it ended with a strawberry blended margarita and boy was it good.
The food was good to, but my family and I seem to be having the same conversation over and over again. We mostly discuss current events when we share a meal, and the education system in the United States has come up a lot lately. It may be because I am a student, or the fact my father is a teacher I am really not sure. We all seem to agree that college is extremely expensive for what students are getting out of it. Lately it seems that a college education is what a high school diploma used to represent. So more and more students are attending college, and paying the premium for doing so.
College students are coming out of school in debt. Just to attend a school that is nationally ranked the average tuition is 30k per year, so if a student graduates in four years that’s 120k that either their parents pay for, or they borrow, and pay back as a student loan. Now if you are attending and UC School and you happen to be a California resident you are lucky. To attend UCLA from out of state the school would cost 40k per year. That is just the tuition there are still the expense of books, food, and housing to add into the expense of college. If you are a legal resident of California the school is 14k per year. To get into one of these state schools your gpa also has to be rather high, or you can attend a junior college for the first two years and transfer. This will keep cost lower, but it’s still a lot of money to pay for an education.
I say this because we are in very uncertain times, and there are not that many jobs for first year college graduates out there. Our economy is still recovering from what I would like to say was a depression that is now a rescission. These students are coming out of well respected colleges with debt, and jumping into a dismal job market. How is this generation going to pay off their college debt, and make a new life for themselves? Then what if you want to get a masters degree? I am planning on getting masters and there are many programs, but they are all expensive as well.
Say I wanted to be a doctor. In this country it costs 100k-300k to become a doctor. Sure they make good money after they graduate, but a large portion of that money made goes into paying off school loans, state tax, federal tax and income tax. The same thing applies for lawyers. It’s crazy how expensive schools have become. Especially considering how many people have lost their jobs. Our economy may be in the shitter, but state schools and private schools keep raising their tuition. I must say I think there is something wrong with this picture. My family seems to agree with my latest rant, and as lunch came to an end I finished off my margarita.
We headed out of the restaurant and got into the car. Took my grandmother home, and made plans to see her next week. I am sure over our next meal this subject will come up again and I will be allowed to go into my rant again.
Over the last day or so I satisfied my pie craving with a piece of chocolate cake from the Cheesecake Factory. I ate it for breakfast the last two days. Like Bill Cosby said it has eggs, milk, and that is nutrition! I enjoyed this chocolate cake, but it was not pie. Chocolate cake is really rich and sweet. Pie can have a more savory taste, and I like pie better for that reason. However this is not the most exciting news of the day. I wish it was but it’s not. The only thing better then eating chocolate cake for breakfast is Mexican food for lunch.
I went to lunch with my Grandmother today and we went to Don Antonio’s.
This is one of three of my favorite Mexican food spots. I believe it worked well with my breakfast choice. I know I have been eating poorly over the last few days but I don’t care. I never eat this much crap in general, so a week will not kill me. I do exercise it off at the end of the day anyway! I started off the lunch the same way it ended with a strawberry blended margarita and boy was it good.
The food was good to, but my family and I seem to be having the same conversation over and over again. We mostly discuss current events when we share a meal, and the education system in the United States has come up a lot lately. It may be because I am a student, or the fact my father is a teacher I am really not sure. We all seem to agree that college is extremely expensive for what students are getting out of it. Lately it seems that a college education is what a high school diploma used to represent. So more and more students are attending college, and paying the premium for doing so.
College students are coming out of school in debt. Just to attend a school that is nationally ranked the average tuition is 30k per year, so if a student graduates in four years that’s 120k that either their parents pay for, or they borrow, and pay back as a student loan. Now if you are attending and UC School and you happen to be a California resident you are lucky. To attend UCLA from out of state the school would cost 40k per year. That is just the tuition there are still the expense of books, food, and housing to add into the expense of college. If you are a legal resident of California the school is 14k per year. To get into one of these state schools your gpa also has to be rather high, or you can attend a junior college for the first two years and transfer. This will keep cost lower, but it’s still a lot of money to pay for an education.
I say this because we are in very uncertain times, and there are not that many jobs for first year college graduates out there. Our economy is still recovering from what I would like to say was a depression that is now a rescission. These students are coming out of well respected colleges with debt, and jumping into a dismal job market. How is this generation going to pay off their college debt, and make a new life for themselves? Then what if you want to get a masters degree? I am planning on getting masters and there are many programs, but they are all expensive as well.
Say I wanted to be a doctor. In this country it costs 100k-300k to become a doctor. Sure they make good money after they graduate, but a large portion of that money made goes into paying off school loans, state tax, federal tax and income tax. The same thing applies for lawyers. It’s crazy how expensive schools have become. Especially considering how many people have lost their jobs. Our economy may be in the shitter, but state schools and private schools keep raising their tuition. I must say I think there is something wrong with this picture. My family seems to agree with my latest rant, and as lunch came to an end I finished off my margarita.
We headed out of the restaurant and got into the car. Took my grandmother home, and made plans to see her next week. I am sure over our next meal this subject will come up again and I will be allowed to go into my rant again.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
My First Class.
My First Class.
Today I received my schedule for the first class I will be teaching. I cannot tell you how excited I am to begin. I am sure I will make mistakes, and possibly fall over one or two times in class, but who is counting? So to start the New Year I am already on track with my goals of teaching classes. I just need 5-9 more classes and I will feel content.
Since I am a full time student I am going to plan on teaching classes on Monday, Wednesday, and possibly some schedule some afternoon classes on Tuesday. Sky is the limit, and I will see what is out there for me. My first class will be at the Rising Lotus studio in Sherman Oaks on Wednesday the 12th. This is where I was certified, and the classes are by donation. The only downfall is the time. The class is at 2:00-3:30 in the afternoon, so I am hoping to get 6-10 people per class. I would be so satisfied if this goal is met every time I teach. I believe it will be.
6-10 people appear realistic. I would not expect 20 people in my first classes all though I would welcome it. The largest class I did teach was 20 students when I taught the soccer team at Birmingham high school a few months back. It was fun and I felt as if I had a decent handle on everyone. I do not think anyone hurt themselves, but I did work them out.
Once I get a few classes under my belt I will feel more confident to audition on interviews. In this field you teach a mini class to a fitness director. Based on your instruction, and teaching style you get a class, or you don’t. I personally don’t like to be rejected when I go on interviews, so I would like to be really prepared to interview.
Today I received my schedule for the first class I will be teaching. I cannot tell you how excited I am to begin. I am sure I will make mistakes, and possibly fall over one or two times in class, but who is counting? So to start the New Year I am already on track with my goals of teaching classes. I just need 5-9 more classes and I will feel content.
Since I am a full time student I am going to plan on teaching classes on Monday, Wednesday, and possibly some schedule some afternoon classes on Tuesday. Sky is the limit, and I will see what is out there for me. My first class will be at the Rising Lotus studio in Sherman Oaks on Wednesday the 12th. This is where I was certified, and the classes are by donation. The only downfall is the time. The class is at 2:00-3:30 in the afternoon, so I am hoping to get 6-10 people per class. I would be so satisfied if this goal is met every time I teach. I believe it will be.
6-10 people appear realistic. I would not expect 20 people in my first classes all though I would welcome it. The largest class I did teach was 20 students when I taught the soccer team at Birmingham high school a few months back. It was fun and I felt as if I had a decent handle on everyone. I do not think anyone hurt themselves, but I did work them out.
Once I get a few classes under my belt I will feel more confident to audition on interviews. In this field you teach a mini class to a fitness director. Based on your instruction, and teaching style you get a class, or you don’t. I personally don’t like to be rejected when I go on interviews, so I would like to be really prepared to interview.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Adventures in Pie.
Rain and Snow in Southern Cali.
Yesterday started as any Sunday would. I woke up had a beverage, some food, surfed the internet and posted a blog. I started to get ready to go to the gym, and by 10:30 left the house. I got into my car and debated whether or not to take surface streets or the Highway. It was raining and in the valley this becomes a problem. Many of the streets don’t have enough drains to help get rain water off the streets, so they become flooded. People suck at driving in the rain, because it never rains here.
I took the highway to avoid all the problems of the surface streets.
While I was taking my yoga class the rain began to come down harder and harder. The studio faces out over a courtyard area. The wall is solid glass, so I was watching the rain fall on trees, and gym patrons as they ran through the courtyard to the gym, or to their cars trying not to get wet. At the end of class it occurred to me that the surface streets were getting worse, and getting home would be annoying if I took any streets, so again I opted for the highway.
On the way home there were no great driving mishaps made by myself or other drivers. I made lunch for teacher x and I. She left about 3ish and I was left alone to do as I wished, and behave in my strange single ways. I took full advantage of my alone time. At about 5pm I started to crave pie. This is not just a normal craving. I have wanted pie for days now. There is a Marie Calendars on Ventura and I was determined to go and get some pie. Before I got in my car my mother called me, and texted me, and called me again to let me know it was snowing in Valencia. I checked my iphone to see what temperature it was outside and it was 41degrees. Kinda cold, and the rain had been pouring all day.
The rain and cold made no difference I wanted my pie, and I was leaving to get it. My internal dialogue battled back and forth over what type to get. Apple, pumpkin, chocolate cream pie, or banana cream pie. I decided it was best to get two pieces of pie, and then both my cravings for fruit and cream pie would be met. I ran to my car excited to satisfy myself. When I pulled out of the drive way I realized that driving in the Valley in this type of rain may be a problem.
I turned left onto Burbank, and feared for my life. It seems that when it is raining hard people think it’s appropriate to drive in two lanes of traffic at the same time. Burbank once a two lane road had become one lane. Not to mention that only two blocks east of my house the right side of the street was beginning to flood. On all the parked cars along the street water was up to the middle of the wheel, and coming into the second lane over.
Every year Burbank floods but this was abnormal for Burbank. I had to get off Burbank so I took a side street to Ventura. This side street had pockets of water accumulating to the right side, and was a bit flooded as well. Once on Ventura all hell broke loose. Random drivers were just stopped in the middle of the road. No one seemed to notice that there are three lanes of traffic not one and a half. I must also explain that a green light signals go not stop, and do not go below the speed limit please use the gas pedal.
I had been driving for 15 minutes and I was not even at Hayvenhurst. My dreams of pie were slipping through my fingers. Then I say the most awesome of awesome drivers juts stop in the third lane of traffic, and put on his turn signal to merge the lane next to him. Why did he stop in the middle of traffic? Why was it such a problem to just drive normally? I just don’t get it. I had had enough and my dreams of pie came tumbling down. I turned around and went home and ate an apple instead.
Yesterday started as any Sunday would. I woke up had a beverage, some food, surfed the internet and posted a blog. I started to get ready to go to the gym, and by 10:30 left the house. I got into my car and debated whether or not to take surface streets or the Highway. It was raining and in the valley this becomes a problem. Many of the streets don’t have enough drains to help get rain water off the streets, so they become flooded. People suck at driving in the rain, because it never rains here.
I took the highway to avoid all the problems of the surface streets.
While I was taking my yoga class the rain began to come down harder and harder. The studio faces out over a courtyard area. The wall is solid glass, so I was watching the rain fall on trees, and gym patrons as they ran through the courtyard to the gym, or to their cars trying not to get wet. At the end of class it occurred to me that the surface streets were getting worse, and getting home would be annoying if I took any streets, so again I opted for the highway.
On the way home there were no great driving mishaps made by myself or other drivers. I made lunch for teacher x and I. She left about 3ish and I was left alone to do as I wished, and behave in my strange single ways. I took full advantage of my alone time. At about 5pm I started to crave pie. This is not just a normal craving. I have wanted pie for days now. There is a Marie Calendars on Ventura and I was determined to go and get some pie. Before I got in my car my mother called me, and texted me, and called me again to let me know it was snowing in Valencia. I checked my iphone to see what temperature it was outside and it was 41degrees. Kinda cold, and the rain had been pouring all day.
The rain and cold made no difference I wanted my pie, and I was leaving to get it. My internal dialogue battled back and forth over what type to get. Apple, pumpkin, chocolate cream pie, or banana cream pie. I decided it was best to get two pieces of pie, and then both my cravings for fruit and cream pie would be met. I ran to my car excited to satisfy myself. When I pulled out of the drive way I realized that driving in the Valley in this type of rain may be a problem.
I turned left onto Burbank, and feared for my life. It seems that when it is raining hard people think it’s appropriate to drive in two lanes of traffic at the same time. Burbank once a two lane road had become one lane. Not to mention that only two blocks east of my house the right side of the street was beginning to flood. On all the parked cars along the street water was up to the middle of the wheel, and coming into the second lane over.
Every year Burbank floods but this was abnormal for Burbank. I had to get off Burbank so I took a side street to Ventura. This side street had pockets of water accumulating to the right side, and was a bit flooded as well. Once on Ventura all hell broke loose. Random drivers were just stopped in the middle of the road. No one seemed to notice that there are three lanes of traffic not one and a half. I must also explain that a green light signals go not stop, and do not go below the speed limit please use the gas pedal.
I had been driving for 15 minutes and I was not even at Hayvenhurst. My dreams of pie were slipping through my fingers. Then I say the most awesome of awesome drivers juts stop in the third lane of traffic, and put on his turn signal to merge the lane next to him. Why did he stop in the middle of traffic? Why was it such a problem to just drive normally? I just don’t get it. I had had enough and my dreams of pie came tumbling down. I turned around and went home and ate an apple instead.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Tradition!
When I say this word for some reason Fiddler on the roof comes alive in my brain, and I hear the musical sing the words traaaaditioooon. As long as I can remember I have spent the day with my family. Not because we have just done this as a family, but for a better reason. My grandparents were married in New Years Day 64 years ago. Every year we would watch the Pasadena rose parade as a family, and I remember being so bored as a child. Lately the tradition has molded into something new.
This year I decided to make a new tradition. I made breakfast. Poached eggs, roasted asparagus, mimosas, smoked salmon, and English muffins. I have already had one too many mimosas, but it’s the New Year who is counting? I also prepared a treat for my grandparents. I made caviar pie for their anniversary. For the people who don’t know its egg salad topped with scallions or red minced onion, topped with sour cream, and then on top of all that caviar. Yum Yum Yum.
You have to like caviar to enjoy this dish. We all do, so I made it for the family. The remainder of the day all we are planning to do is eating. If less of my things were in storage I would have made my Great Grandmother’s chocolate cake. It happens to be my grandfather’s favorite dessert, and it is my favorite chocolate cake. Since I don’t have that I will have to make do with whatever they serve at the restaurant tonight. Maybe a chocolate martini will suffice.
All in all we celebrate the first day of the year with alcohol, food, and time together. My adult self enjoys this time. While my younger self thought it was boring. How my perspective has changed in these past few years is interesting to me. One thing that will probably not change is how much I dislike watching the rose parade on television. That stuck from childhood. I would actually go and watch it, but that is a totally different experience. I also find it strange that every float gets a prize. Doesn’t that cheapen the whole process of receiving a reward? Would it not mean more if not everyone received a prize?
When I say this word for some reason Fiddler on the roof comes alive in my brain, and I hear the musical sing the words traaaaditioooon. As long as I can remember I have spent the day with my family. Not because we have just done this as a family, but for a better reason. My grandparents were married in New Years Day 64 years ago. Every year we would watch the Pasadena rose parade as a family, and I remember being so bored as a child. Lately the tradition has molded into something new.
This year I decided to make a new tradition. I made breakfast. Poached eggs, roasted asparagus, mimosas, smoked salmon, and English muffins. I have already had one too many mimosas, but it’s the New Year who is counting? I also prepared a treat for my grandparents. I made caviar pie for their anniversary. For the people who don’t know its egg salad topped with scallions or red minced onion, topped with sour cream, and then on top of all that caviar. Yum Yum Yum.
You have to like caviar to enjoy this dish. We all do, so I made it for the family. The remainder of the day all we are planning to do is eating. If less of my things were in storage I would have made my Great Grandmother’s chocolate cake. It happens to be my grandfather’s favorite dessert, and it is my favorite chocolate cake. Since I don’t have that I will have to make do with whatever they serve at the restaurant tonight. Maybe a chocolate martini will suffice.
All in all we celebrate the first day of the year with alcohol, food, and time together. My adult self enjoys this time. While my younger self thought it was boring. How my perspective has changed in these past few years is interesting to me. One thing that will probably not change is how much I dislike watching the rose parade on television. That stuck from childhood. I would actually go and watch it, but that is a totally different experience. I also find it strange that every float gets a prize. Doesn’t that cheapen the whole process of receiving a reward? Would it not mean more if not everyone received a prize?
Saturday, January 1, 2011
The Big Night!
Could Have:
1) Dinner in the Marina at C&O’s with friends, and then straight to a hotel bar for a cover charge of $20. This would have been just the door cover drinks would have been separate. Then walked and talked with friends, and watched as the single men not only desperately tried to hook up a play mate for the evening, but also drooled over me. As they tried to pick up on me with cheesy desperate pick up lines. I love the smell of desperation on New Year’s Eve. My friends would have pushed me towards one of these repulsive men thinking it was funny. Truthfully it would have been funny. By the end of the night I am sure I would have been in stitches, but I did not do this.
2) House party Teacher X invited me to. I know the woman who is throwing the party, but was not so interested in going to this party. For some reason I feel like Teacher X may meet someone at the party and I know if I go with her she will not be so inclined to speak to strangers. We would form our own little clique and that would be that for the night.
Should Have:
1) Gone to the Marina to meet my friends for dinner and jetted home after. However, I have had a weird stomach bug and don’t think a long drive was the best option. I’ll just leave it at that.
2) Still no interest in option two.
Did:
1) Rising Lotus yoga/kirtan celebration.
I am the biggest scrooge on New Year’s Eve. One year I got slapped across the face by my drunken train wreck of a boyfriend, one year I got broken up with. Every year all I want to do is go to a nice steak dinner. I would go to dinner, but it’s not really fun to spend a lot of money only to be ushered in and out for the next set of reservations. Not to mention how worried I am to drive anywhere because of all the retarded drunk drivers on the road. During this holiday it seems that stupidity soars to new heights in lovely Los Angeles. I am done with my anti New Years Eve rant. All I wanted this year was go to bed.
I did not let myself get bogged down by my bad attitude I did go out. However; I had to psyche myself up. First I listened to my favorite songs by the Cure, and danced in my room as if I was still a teenager living in a time that was never mine to beguine with. Then I danced some more to Jay-Z. Then I played my lame Zenga games on Facebook including Farmville and Cityville. Put on my cute pink sweat pants and trusty old white tank top. I left the makeup on my face tonight only because I am supposed to be celebrating, and I left the house.
Upon my arrival I stopped at Starbucks and ran into my friend Shannon who was going to be playing one of the instruments in the band. We talked for a moment and then I walked over to the Lotus and I waited in line to be saged. This is a ritual to cleanse the body of negative feelings, or emotions. I went in and saw some of my teacher training friends and place my mat next to theirs in the back. We started and I felt really happy I was in that room.
I was not expecting it, but it was a fire ceremony. We wrote on cards whatever came to mind and placed it into an envelope. Each of us walked to the front of the room to get a candle , and then light it, and went to place the card and the candle under Ganish the god that removes obstacles in our path. I wrote what I was most grateful for on my card, and what I wanted most in 2011. After I placed my card and sat back down on my mat I chanted with the 30 other people in the room.
I sang with Terry, Sabrina, and Daphnia. I sang with Sarah, Coco, and Claire and our voices filled the room with joy, warmth, and happiness. Coco played the drum while Claire played the bina, and as I chanted I needed to hold on to the moment, so I took my phone out and took pictures. The stillness of the class, the sound of everyone’s chanting, and the feel of the fire we had made could not totally be captured, but I wanted a snapshot of it to keep. This was the moment I was happy I did not stay at home this was the moment I was glad to just have. I don’t remember the last time I was ever so content on New Year’s Eve.
The class ended with a guided meditation, and I made the decision not to stay for the Kirtan. I wanted to go home. I was tired and ready for bed. As I drove down Ventura Boulevard I was craving pie, and felt the need to get some at Marie Calendars. It was closed and I was truly irritated I could not have pie so I just went home. I took a long shower and got into bed I fell asleep within minutes.
Could Have:
1) Dinner in the Marina at C&O’s with friends, and then straight to a hotel bar for a cover charge of $20. This would have been just the door cover drinks would have been separate. Then walked and talked with friends, and watched as the single men not only desperately tried to hook up a play mate for the evening, but also drooled over me. As they tried to pick up on me with cheesy desperate pick up lines. I love the smell of desperation on New Year’s Eve. My friends would have pushed me towards one of these repulsive men thinking it was funny. Truthfully it would have been funny. By the end of the night I am sure I would have been in stitches, but I did not do this.
2) House party Teacher X invited me to. I know the woman who is throwing the party, but was not so interested in going to this party. For some reason I feel like Teacher X may meet someone at the party and I know if I go with her she will not be so inclined to speak to strangers. We would form our own little clique and that would be that for the night.
Should Have:
1) Gone to the Marina to meet my friends for dinner and jetted home after. However, I have had a weird stomach bug and don’t think a long drive was the best option. I’ll just leave it at that.
2) Still no interest in option two.
Did:
1) Rising Lotus yoga/kirtan celebration.
I am the biggest scrooge on New Year’s Eve. One year I got slapped across the face by my drunken train wreck of a boyfriend, one year I got broken up with. Every year all I want to do is go to a nice steak dinner. I would go to dinner, but it’s not really fun to spend a lot of money only to be ushered in and out for the next set of reservations. Not to mention how worried I am to drive anywhere because of all the retarded drunk drivers on the road. During this holiday it seems that stupidity soars to new heights in lovely Los Angeles. I am done with my anti New Years Eve rant. All I wanted this year was go to bed.
I did not let myself get bogged down by my bad attitude I did go out. However; I had to psyche myself up. First I listened to my favorite songs by the Cure, and danced in my room as if I was still a teenager living in a time that was never mine to beguine with. Then I danced some more to Jay-Z. Then I played my lame Zenga games on Facebook including Farmville and Cityville. Put on my cute pink sweat pants and trusty old white tank top. I left the makeup on my face tonight only because I am supposed to be celebrating, and I left the house.
Upon my arrival I stopped at Starbucks and ran into my friend Shannon who was going to be playing one of the instruments in the band. We talked for a moment and then I walked over to the Lotus and I waited in line to be saged. This is a ritual to cleanse the body of negative feelings, or emotions. I went in and saw some of my teacher training friends and place my mat next to theirs in the back. We started and I felt really happy I was in that room.
I was not expecting it, but it was a fire ceremony. We wrote on cards whatever came to mind and placed it into an envelope. Each of us walked to the front of the room to get a candle , and then light it, and went to place the card and the candle under Ganish the god that removes obstacles in our path. I wrote what I was most grateful for on my card, and what I wanted most in 2011. After I placed my card and sat back down on my mat I chanted with the 30 other people in the room.
I sang with Terry, Sabrina, and Daphnia. I sang with Sarah, Coco, and Claire and our voices filled the room with joy, warmth, and happiness. Coco played the drum while Claire played the bina, and as I chanted I needed to hold on to the moment, so I took my phone out and took pictures. The stillness of the class, the sound of everyone’s chanting, and the feel of the fire we had made could not totally be captured, but I wanted a snapshot of it to keep. This was the moment I was happy I did not stay at home this was the moment I was glad to just have. I don’t remember the last time I was ever so content on New Year’s Eve.
The class ended with a guided meditation, and I made the decision not to stay for the Kirtan. I wanted to go home. I was tired and ready for bed. As I drove down Ventura Boulevard I was craving pie, and felt the need to get some at Marie Calendars. It was closed and I was truly irritated I could not have pie so I just went home. I took a long shower and got into bed I fell asleep within minutes.
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