This is Jellie without a wig. (See Jellie with a wig). She's my lap cat who loves watching TV (especially The Dr. Oz Show). She loves to eat and sleep. She bites (as an indication that she wants to eat). She likes a pristine litter box. She's a beautiful kitty and I love her.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
This Is My Sweet Little Jellie Without The Wig
This is Jellie without a wig. (See Jellie with a wig). She's my lap cat who loves watching TV (especially The Dr. Oz Show). She loves to eat and sleep. She bites (as an indication that she wants to eat). She likes a pristine litter box. She's a beautiful kitty and I love her.
Friday, February 26, 2010
M.T. Nestus Interruptus
My son came home from
school for the week-end. His goals appeared two-fold: to go shopping with his
Dad for rugby equipment and to spend time with his local friends. My agenda was
different; I hoped for some (not much) meaningful communication. The first hour
of his homecoming was the best for me. We talked (really talked) about his
classes, his social life, athletics vs. Greek life, and such. He showed me a
paper he’d written about Franz Kafka’s Metamorphosis.
I could hardly believe my ears... my baby boy reading Kafka? The boy that left
home in August for the wilds of Long Island has
indeed begun to evolve.
And so began a week-end of
M.T. Nestus Interruptus (brief interruption of a budding empty nest). I walked a fine between being the observer who remained silent as my
son made his own decisions and being the
helicopter mom who never remained silent about anything. I worried about my
son’s still developing amygdala (the emotional part of the brain that
contributes to reckless teen behavior) and the testosterone pumping through his
adolescent-ravaged body. I hoped (as always) he was mature and commonsensical
enough to make good choices.
My honey and I have been
getting used to the prospect of life as empty nesters, comfortable in the
knowledge that it’s only temporary for now while our children are away at
school. Our daily habits have changed substantially. Our weekly shopping
excursions yield fewer bags of foods and snacks. Dinnertime at
home is generally late, while dining out is commonly early. I don’t have to
share my car. Best of all is the noticeable absence of a mess in every corner
of the house (except for my paperwork which is everywhere). We seem to worry less about what our children
are up to. Maybe it’s believing they are
safe in a controlled environment, or perhaps it's because we’ve discovered some
magnificent distractions.
It’s all good: an empty
nest, M.T. Nestus Interruptus, and M.T. Nestus Resuminus (return to the
delights of an empty nest). But best of all for me is a Snow Day (like today)
in which I’m snowed in with my husband and the children are safely snowed in
away at school.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Goddess Goody Bag Give-Away
Would you like to win a Goddess Goody Bag?
What’s in a Goddess Goody
Bag?
- Everydaygoddess.org Tee-Shirt
- Fruit Roll-Ups
- Reese’s Milk Chocolate Peanut Butter Filled Hearts
- Hershey’s Milk Chocolate Hearts
- Dove Dark Chocolate Promise Hearts
- Hershey’s Dark Chocolate Kisses
- Pop Rocks
- Surprise Treats and Treasures
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
MC Yogi - Give Love
Dear Readers,
I've tried and tried to upload (or is it download) the new
MC Yogi video Give Love such that it would appear right here on my blog. My technological attempts, however, to do this have failed. Please click on the blue MC Yogi link which will transport you to the website on which this fabulous new video will be easily clickable.
MC Yogi video Give Love such that it would appear right here on my blog. My technological attempts, however, to do this have failed. Please click on the blue MC Yogi link which will transport you to the website on which this fabulous new video will be easily clickable.
Enjoy.
Love, Love, Love
G
Monday, February 15, 2010
Magical Mystical Detours With My BFF
My BFF Debra (Medicine
Woman, Reiki Master, and overall Good Time Gal Pal) is unquestionably the most
influential person in my life (husband and children not included). She inspires
me (on a daily basis) to be my best self and accompanies me on spiritual field
trips during which we enjoy an assortment of fun-filled metaphysical experiences.
Debra and I became friends when our sons (now in college) were in the same
first grade class. We’ve shared a Cub Scout Troop, mommy angst, local politics and have managed to survive it all (so far).
The short list of transcendental
fun Debra and I have shared includes attending kirtans (chanting) with Krishna
Das, Past Life Regressions, and Shamanic Journeys. We read our Tarot Cards during the Spring
and Autumnal Equinoxes as well as the Summer and Winter Solstices. We explore
local vortexes and hike in areas where the beauty of nature surrounds us. We do
yoga together (not often enough); we meditate; and we’re always up for new
spiritual adventures.
Our most recent spiritual field
trip was to a workshop, Ascension Now, given
by Solara An-Ra, an international spiritual teacher, whose gift is “making
complex spiritual techniques and concepts simple, accessible,
and joyful.” Solara channels advice and
information from her guides and is currently working with the ‘Councils of
Light’ – a collective of Andromedan,
Sirian and Pleiadians. (Note: If this blog post is too Star Trekky for you,
feel free to sign out now and come back in a few days to find something less
so.) The Pleiadians resonated most
with me. They're loving Star Beings
who promote fun and happiness as a means of spiritual growth.
My husband isn’t exactly a spiritual sympathizer.
He’s skeptical about many of the things I’m into; yet he always listens respectfully when I talk about my adventures in the light. Sometimes
his skepticism dwindles to near nothing and he’s a believer in the moment. Such
was the case when I told him about my evening with Debra, Solara, and
the Pleiadians (among others). He even coined a new
term. The Pleiadian Kiss
is an inspired and amazing outcome of meditative lovemaking. Sometimes, my honey is indeed a believer.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Strange Head Fellows
I love writing about
people who've had a positive impact on my life. It’s my way of celebrating and thanking them
for their contributions to my well being. I’ve honored many on these e-pages
including Oprah Winfrey,
Dr. Laura Berman, and Dr. Mehmet Oz Many of my great ideas these
days have been inspired by the celebrity voices in my head; and what better way
to honor your teachers than to be a luminous student.
Oprah
is a frequent guest in my head, probably because I’ve enjoyed and absorbed many a show over the years on which she's discussed a plethora of
topics about health, spirit, relationships, finances, entertainment, and
whatever else in the world needs discussing. When Oprah says it’s OK to talk
about or do something, it’s really OK. It’s as if civilization recognizes "The
Oprah Seal of Approval." She’s an entertainer, an educator, and a
friend (in the energetic sense of the word) who gives of her gifts such that
individuals (like me) may be inspired to live their best life.
Dr. Berman reminds me to keep my eye on the
prize of a superlative marital relationship: a trio of intimacy, fun, and great
sex. Her information is always delivered with professionalism, style, and
humor. I'm still following the three part, seven step (how to have the best sex
of your life) plan that she discussed on the finale of Dr. Oz National Sex Experiment and I'm happy to report, the plan is
working well.
Dr. Oz keeps me focused on
good health habits. I’ve started eating breakfast and I’m seriously trying to
cut back on eating simple sugars and bleached foods. I’ve even begun to experiment with fresh fruit as an alternative to candy
during oral sex. You can have healthy, sensual fun with berries, melon, and juicy pineapple chunks. Top this off with a mouthful of dark
chocolate (high in anti-oxidants) and you’re likely to consider putting this dessert
activity on the menu when planning your next romantic dinner. Just be careful to avoid finding
yourself in a predicament in which you have to explain why you (or your
partner) has a blueberry lodged in a place where one shouldn’t be.
All in all, I’d say the celebrity voices in my head don’t make
such strange head fellows. Love, Love, Love and Thank you, Thank you
Thank you to Oprah Winfrey, Dr. Laura Berman, and Dr. Mehmet Oz for taking up
space in my head. If only I could charge rent.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Vibrators For Valentine's Day
The most memorable Valentine I ever received was a Wahl 7-in- 1 Vibrator. Sadly, this
seemingly ancient memory isn’t associated with my darling husband. Truth be
told, my honey rarely gives me gifts. It
just isn’t his way of showing love or affection. He hates to shop, wrap, and do the things
required for satisfactory gift giving. This is perfectly fine with me. If I
want something, I get it myself; and it’s always perfection.
I’ve already purchased and enjoyed this year’s Valentine’s Day
gift: an adorable Bullet Buddie Vibrator from Babeland my favorite SoHo
shop.
Bullet
Buddies come in five entertaining animal shapes and colors: a pink bunny,
a blue dolphin, a purple kitty, a green caterpillar, and a red monkey (my
choice). They're small, waterproof, wireless, battery operated, and are
covered in the highest quality silicone which allows for meticulous hygiene and
safety. The surprisingly strong vibration of this compact vibrator is sure to
be a knock-your-socks off-get-your-rocks-off pleaser.
Not long ago my friend Linda (the Editor) asked me about vibrators
that are good for traveling since she’s away quite often for business. I haven’t been on a plane in ages so I’ve
never had to concern myself with airline security and the potential need to
explain an odd apparatus in my purse or luggage. The Bullet
Buddie is perfect for travel. If you
ever find yourself at a security checkpoint in need of an explanation, just say
this:
“I’m an anxious flyer and this is an anxiety relieving toy. I hold
it in the palm of my hand and play with it as a distraction particularly during
take offs and landings. In its vibrating state, I place it on my forehead,
between my eyebrows to relieve tension headache pain.”
Do not refer to this joyful toy as a Bullet Buddie since this might not go over well with airline
security in our new age of caution. Just call it, my little Bunny, Dolphin,
Kitty, Caterpillar, or Monkey. Hopefully, you’ll arrive at your destination
with your toy intact and not be detained for having a suspicious artifact in your possession.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
My Husband Does So Look Like Brad Pitt
Watching movies is one of
my favorite things to do (and I hope we all know that filling one’s life with one’s
favorite things is good for the soul). I often catch up with my dvr’d films
early in the morning. On days off from work, like today, I get out of bed at
6:30 AM, brush my teeth, make a cup of coffee, plant myself on a loveseat, pick
a flick, and wait for my cat Jellie to lie across my fleece draped lap and fall
asleep.
This morning I watched Kalifornia, a 1993 film starring Brad
Pitt, Juliette Lewis, David Duchovny, and
Michelle Forbes. The R rating is for
abundant violence and sexual content which is not very pretty. I didn’t love
the movie; it was too violent. I did, however, love, love, love Brad Pitt’s
performance. He’s such a wonderful actor, so versatile not to mention easy on
the eyes (even when he looks scruffy and dirty). I probably selected this film
(of the many in my stash) because of last night. I was lying in the crook of my
husband’s arm, looking upwards toward the right side of his face. From that angle, he looked just like Brad
Pitt.
Take a look at the picture
of Brad atop this blog post. If you
place an index card over it, from the upper right hand corner to the lower left
hand corner (forming two right triangles in which the left triangle is obscured by
the index card) that’s just what my husband looks like in our dimly lit fantasy
room. My husband does indeed, have Brad Pitt’s mouth and smile.
I don’t ever fantasize
that Brad Pitt and I are making love. He’s really not even my type. But it is
fun to be with my honey when he’s lying in the right light, at the right angle,
looking like the male half of Brangelina.
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