Go Hard or Go Home!

Happy Monday everyone! Yes I know it's already over or almost over.  It's still got at least an hour to go!  So, how is everyone?  Good? Great!  So the title of my blog, it's a positive re-enforcement or saying that my personal trainer used to tell me to pump me up while we were working out.  Ha, what'd you think it meant???   I started a "new and improved" step class today.  I was curious to find out what made it so new and improved.  Clearly, it was just a false build-up.  The class is still exactly the same, the only thing that is different is there is a new instructor.  I think in another life he was an attack dog or something.  Good lord! He was relentless! I've done step aerobics before but this was was more intense and more challenging (which is good), and I thought I was going to pass out!  -Not really, but I really didn't think I was going to make it through to the end of the class. I'm happy to inform, that I finished it! I was drenched in sweat, but I did it. And then, because I have masochistic tendencies, I did a half hour on the Elliptical, just for kicks.  Thus began my journey to a leaner sexier version of myself.  Don't get me wrong, I've been working out for awhile now, but I've stepped it up with my diet and as you read, my exercising.  I'm all about the healthy from now on.  I'll post about it from time to time and give you progress reports because I know how much you will be wanting to know.  At the gym where I work-out, there is an Erotic dance class that is offered once a week.  I inquired about it today because I'm curious and because they claim it burns TONS of calories. I really want to try it.  I know mostly, I'll laugh my ass off  though!  So anyway, my first class is Thursday.  It's an hour long class, no men, just women.  The instructor told me to wear comfortable clothes -as opposed to my work-out attire I suppose?  And she said to be ready with a name for my alter-ego.  Ha, this is going to be hilarious!  Just so you know, I do have an alter-ego (doesn't everyone?), she's got a name, and she comes out every once in a while. 

I'm tired.  I think I'll stop babbling now and go give my pillow some head.  heh.

Sleep well my friends!

Picture Perfect

Today was a beautiful day! It was the type of day that you wish you could fold up and put in your pocket for safe-keeping.  The skies were clear and blue and the sun was shinning brightly.  The winds were kind of strong (great for kite-flying)  but it didn't take away from the beauty of the day.  And there was no humidity whatsoever! This was HUGE in my world! Helloooo? Have you seen my hair???  So me and my awesome hair ventured out for the day.  I don't know about the rest of you but if I'm having a good hair day and wearing a cute outfit, I feel fabulous! As if I can do anything!  Does that happen to you? No? It's just me?  Figures.  :)

I spent the majority of my day window-shopping and people watching.  I've mentioned before how I love to sit and watch people and wonder about them.  I'll even make up stories about them in my head. Or if I'm really into it, I'll jot it down in my notebook.  Sometimes I'll go back to the notebook and look at what I've written, sometimes, I'll use it as material for my stories or sometimes I'll just trash it.  Lame, I know.  Lets see, what else did I do?  Oh yeah, I explored a new bookstore that I found by accident.  I was driving around looking for a parking space of all things, when I spotted it. It was very "mom and pop", a very quaint place.  I even found a few first editions that I had been looking for.  That was a major plus!  Later that afternoon, I went to church.  I'd not been in a few weeks. No particular reason for my absence, just didn't go.  It never fails though, I can be away from church for months at a time, but as soon as I step inside, I feel as if I've come home. I feel an overpowering sense of peace take over.  I love that!  The sermon was surprisingly interesting and kept my attention.  -No easy feat by any means!  Afterwards, I met my friend *Gustabo for dinner. We chose a place with an outdoor patio and killer margaritas.  Win-win!  Or should I say, "Winning" tehehe.  We had the most palatable conversation during dinner, sprinkled with bouts of incessant laughter.   We even watched the sun set as he walked me back to my car.  It was breathtaking! Hugging each other good bye, I realized again, how fortunate I am to have such good friends and positive influences in my life.  Everyone needs that.  Today was a good day.

So that's it kids.  Nothing major, nothing mind boggling (well, except my hair). Everyone have a good week, or else! :)

A Daydream Journey

**I found this in my "archives" of poetry.  It's kinda sucky, but I kinda like it.  Maybe you will too!

Take me away
to that place that only you and I know exists.
Where the sky is an ever changing shade of blue
Where the air is intoxicating, invigorating, potent.

Take me away
to the little corner of our world where the only noise we hear is the beat of our hearts
Guide me to that place called Ecstasy...
Let us make love until the morning comes and then again until night falls.
I want to be with you in that little corner of the world for eternity.
Dancing to the sound of the waves...

Take me away on that journey...
You smile at me and kiss my mouth
Ahh, for you see, the journey is only beginning...

Muse

The greatest artists have had them.  Painters, musicians, writers.  What am I talking about? I'm talking about a "muse" -someone or something that inspires you.  Moves you to create, to give it life.  My muse? I have several.  There is one person specifically, that I have for love.  He is the one that inspires all of my almost x-rated thoughts and words and stories.  Sigh, yep. He does it for me.  And then I have others for life stories and anecdotes, experiences.  The reason I bring this up is because on a radio show this morning, they were talking about what it must be like to go through life without experiencing "inspiration".  The radio guy was saying that it's impossible to live your life without anything to aspire to or without anyone or anything to inspire you to be a better person or have a better life or whatever it is that you want.  One caller, a woman who said she was in her 20's, said that she didn't need a muse.  That she inspired herself, every day.  That got me thinking (I know, scary isn't it?)  if that was possible. What do you think? Another caller, a man in his 30's, said that everyone needs something to hope for thus, everyone needs their own muse.  Do you agree?  I'm kind of torn.  I like and agree with the first caller because I believe we can inspire ourselves.  But I also agree with the second caller because I believe sometimes we need a little help.  For me, sometimes my inspiration comes in the form of a sunset or a full moon or the ocean waves, crashing on the sand.  Do you agree that Muse and Inspiration are the same?  Or do you think they are different?  Hmm, this is what is in my head at a quarter to midnight on a Thursday. 

If you made it this far, yay! You get a prize! Not really.  Sorry.  lol

"Shall We Play A Game?"

Years ago when the movie War Games came out, I was crazy about Matthew Broderick, who starred in the movie.  I hope at least some of you, got the  title reference, if you didn't, it's okay, google it! lol 

Lets move on mmmkay?  I think that picture is so pretty! I love sunflowers! Thank you Israel Carrasco from Monologues Jokes for tagging me on this little factoid.  Please check out his blog if you haven't already, he's quite funny and you won't be disappointed.     

Ready, set, go?

The rules are as follows......

* Copy and paste this award to your blog

* Thank and link to the person that tagged you with it.

* List 7 facts about yourself

* Give the award to 5 other bloggers and tell them they have won

Facts/Confessions:

1- I drink coke like water.  I need intervention.  Kinda. I'm currently working on cutting it out altogher.

2- I used to play the flute in the 6th and 7th grade, then I stopped.

3- I love to take walks on the beach.

4- I'm claustophobic.

5- My friend and I once stalked followed Hall and Oates after a concert and she almost ran Daryl Hall over with her car because she got so excited when he got off the tour bus, she hit the accelerator instead of the brake.  Good thing he had quick reflexes.  Needless to say, we were escorted off the property. lol *ok, so some of you( a lot of you) may not know who Hall and Oates is. They were the equivilant of modern day bubble gum band.  Think, NKOTB.

6- My favorite all time favorite group ever, is Chicago.  I love, love, love them. I especially like their horn section and Bobby Lamb and Peter Cetera (vintage Chicago).  I'll never tire of seeing them, or listening to their music. 

7- I wanted to be a journalist when I was in college.  I interned for one of the local newspapers here in Houston and then changed my mind.  I got an English degree instead.

In echoing Israel's sentiment ---- "I love you all but I can only choose 5 in no order:"

The following are fellow bloggers I picked randomly as I state above.  If you have some time, check out their blogs, you wont' be disappointed!

1- Frisky Virgin
2- Mynx
3-Jess from Ramblings of an Emotional Idiot
4. Sunny Dee
5. David Batista

Now you know a little bit more about me.  Hmm, don't know if that's good or bad.  Thanks for playing!

A Heavy Heart

A minute of your time?  There's something on my mind I'd like to share.  Ready?  When I originally started this blog in 2007, I had no idea what I was doing. All I knew was that I wanted to find an outlet for my writing.  To give my words a voice, if you will.  I wrote for a little while but then gave up on the idea.  In August of 2010, I decided to give this blog another try and so I returned.  At the time, I was going through a lot of major changes in my life and  was in emotional distress.  I sat down in front of my computer on August 1st and began to write.  And I continued to write almost daily for the rest of the year.  I found it to be comforting and a form of release from my crazy life, my rollercoaster ride of emotions.  This blog was created to showcase some of my work and to give you, the readers, a voyeuristic view.  Because in essence, that's what this blog is, an extension of me.  I just never gave much thought to the repercussions of what being such an "open book" could bring.  And because of that, I've hurt someone I love, very much.  The thing is, once I get going with the blog, I totally let loose. I totally become absorbed and can't type fast enough, to get the words down.  I'm a storyteller, it's what I do.  Even with own life.  I write about what happens to me and to those around me, in the form of a story.  It was never  my intention to hurt anyone.  So now, I'm sad and have a heavy heart, because I don't know how to fix this.  Really, I'm at a loss.  But I'm also torn.  As a writer, I believe with my whole heart and soul that any form of censorship is wrong.  Yet, because of something that I wrote, I've had to succumb to this "censorship" that I speak of, and remove certain posts.  It was my peace offering to the person that I hurt. My olive branch.  But it's too late.  The damage is done.  I'm upset at myself for being so naive and not realizing what could happen as a result of sharing my life with the world.  And I'm upset because I feel that I was forced into taking something down that I wrote.  I don't like being forced into anything.  I hate when I don't know how to fix things.  That's what I do, I "fix" things, build you up, make you feel better.  But in this instance, I can't.  This blog has been my refuge and my salvation.  I'm in my element when I come here.  I don't want to walk on eggshells for anyone, I don't even do it for myself.  I don't want to suddenly, be afraid to write whatever comes to mind.  I don't want this to become  "work". Not this.  So this is where I am now.  Torn.  Well, that's where I was earlier today.  Tonight, I'm in a slightly better mood and mindset.  To the person that I hurt, I am very sorry and you know this.  To the people that have nothing better to do than to belittle others in order to make themselves feel better, do what you gotta do. I will not waste any more energy or time on you.  And to my bloggie friends, thanks for indulging me.  You're all the best!

I finally know what "eating humble pie" means.  It's not bad, not bad at all.

Spring Fever

I've got it and want to be outside. Instead, I'm confined to these dreary, hospital-white walls in my office.  Jealous?  I've got a rant brewing in my head and it's weighing heavily on my chest.  Anxiety sucks.
As soon as I have time to organize these thoughts of mine into some semblance of order, I'll post my angst.

Until then, keep your feet on the ground and keep reaching for the stars! heh.  Casey Kasem, gotta love him!