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best laid plans…..

February 12, 2015

 

katie

what is it that they say about best-laid plans?

i had a grand scheme for these nine-plus months of uterine hospitality:

~visions of my water breaking at the 41st week, in the gym shower, post record-breaking calorie expenditure in my spin and pilates classes.

~a diet of 100% organic, vegetarian meals tastefully spread throughout my day at 3-hour, blood-sugar friendly intervals; invigorating me through all the catch up coffee-dates and afternoon walks with my dearests.

~a maternity style to rival nicole richie: teeny tanks coupled with toothpick jeans would alternate easily with the same maxi-dresses i’ve been wearing for last decade.

~my silky, prenatal vitamin-induced, pantene commercial hair flowing long and untangled down my cocoa-buttered, pilates-toned back.

~today was supposed to have been day six of me frolicking in a bikini, downing fresh coconut and pineapple smoothies, lounging on the sand with hunkiest as we celebrated our romantic babymoon in hawaii.

but instead i sit here at home, medically restricted from any type of travel, wearing my 3rd, new bathrobe in 6 months {two sizes larger of course} trying to keep my daily bowl of campbell’s bean with bacon soup down for the second time this morning.

every, single, date, meal, and outing i’ve made with friends and family, i have had to last-minute cancel due to nausea.

that glossy head of hair, promised to me by all the mommy blogs is, in actuality, a tangled, parched, rat’s nest that has become a playground for snarls, split ends and most likely fleas.

but what makes me most heavy-hearted is having to go on official leave from work—those dirty braxton hicks seem to arise every time i teach, and my doctor has officially pulled the plug on my microphone.

i really had intended to teach all the way up to “labor day,” and i feel like such a loser for not keeping that commitment to my incredibly supportive managers {wes + dani.}

so until my little person is evicted i am taking a seat in the back row; still working out but without the microphone, old skool rap and obnoxious hair flips.

but all of it so worth it for the mini-me i’m lucky enough to have growing inside me.

thursday happy to you m’loves.

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it’s friday, and i’m in LOVE

February 6, 2015

 

mygirl (1 of 1)

 happy-hot-pink-feathers-in-your-ears friday to you m’loves!

priscilla just got back from her petsmart spa day where we, bi-monthly, walk her in looking like the sticky, dirty floor of a movie theater, and strut her out looking like the proper, high-class stripper we’ve raised her to be.

one of my favorite things in the world is to send hunkiest off into the neighborhood, by himself, during prime-time dog walking hours, with priscilla, newly clad in her bright from blocks away, call-girl “feathers.”

the dirty looks and comments he has to endure from pedophile-suspicious neighbors has me in tears, rolling on the ground, sometimes wetting my pants—-{these days always wetting my pants :-(}

he is such a good sport.

here are a few others i am just as in love with:

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are you obsessed with the new cinderella movie too? i can’t wait to see it.

it looks like these live-action, disney remakes are on the rise. beauty and the beast has been perfectly cast {in my opinion} with the belle-icious emma watson. i’m not the only one who thinks she’s the perfect yellow-dressed heroine; here are 7 reasons why emma will make the perfect belle.

what other remakes would you like to see?

i’d totally come out of retirement for a mulan audition…ok…mulan’s mother then.

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i’ve had some bizarre cravings with this pregnancy; for example the 8-year vegetarian in me went through a 2-week non-stop, salami sandwhich smackdown.

thank god for my conscience and cholesterol that craving has passed, and i’ve moved on to more face-less, non-four legged cuisine.

hot chocolate being number one on my list as of this week.

trader joes makes a great, instant, organic hot chocolate; but it’s still a processed food–and now more than ever i want to stay away from as many chemicals as i can.

i have my eye on making this hot chocolate recipe from food52.com; it’ll go perfect to go with that candy cake you made me for valentine’s day.

pilates

 

one of the most common things people say to me when they come to my pilates/coreplay classes is how surprised they are at the number of men who attend class. while yoga is finally considered a uni-sex activity; pilates, erroneously, still has a “stigma” of being a girl’s workout. the men who take my class have actually been the most vocal on how pilates has improved their fitness game…in all areas: strength, endurance, flexibility, and stress-release.

this article on a guy’s thoughts the first time he takes a pilates class made me giggle because i’ve heard some of these same, exact statements.

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so i have a new fitness obsession. and it involves candy-colored reebok’s with the straps, a “total eclipse of the heart” remix, and a bangin’ side-ponytail.

retro-sweat a free-stylin’, 1980’s {think VHS + leg warmers} inspired aerobic work-out is the latest craze down in australia—very similar to our country’s return back to dance aerobics {some of my favorites being: katherine greiner, bari, body by simone, anna kaiser, and mahri relin.} created by shannon dooley, retro-sweat is a tongue-in-cheek workout, complete with thong-clad costumes and the requisite aqua-net bangs–never in my life have i been so motivated to move to australia.

their instagram is my all-time favorite; and their very adult spread {i warned you} in c-heads magazine thinks i should look into a orange county franchise for all the toned yummy-mummy’s we have circulating around here.

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and finally to jumpstart your weekend, nothing like a drunk girl on tv, {at monster truck no-less} to get you motivated to party till-ya puke.

you’re welcome.

any friday favorites you want to share with me?

sending mad-crazy-love to you, and i’ll see you on the other side of sunday.

 

 

 

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it’s friday, i’m in love…

March 21, 2014

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friday two-fists in the air to you m’loves!

i sprung out of bed, landing toe-ball-heel, raring to dance the hippy-shake.

who else is with me?

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this week marked me officially as a certifiable certifed dailey method instructor.

i love my new home, my boss, my fellow teachers and students.

please come visit me at this gorgeous newport beach barre studio.

we’ll tilt our hips, scoop our abdominals and tone our “seats,”—–and you might even get a little miley twerk from me if you’re sweet.

coffee

i’m trying to write this post; stay on point, keep it succinct and interesting, but there’s a seduction taking place to my right; a dark, robust suitor nesting in my coffee mug, competing for my affection and attention with its smoky aroma and bitter caramel taste.

my vegan princess-pal patty, lavished a bag of these prized roasters’ choice beans on me, from the handsome boys, the hot new name in delicious, gourmet, coffee.

the distraction is killing me.

please excuse typos and grammatical errors….”it was the coffee officer, i swear.”

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more gifts! more gifts! more gifts!

this is my happy “gift face”⇧

i’m telling you i AM the luckiest brat in town.

i LOVE it when my students/friends give me music; specifically in the mixed tape/cd form–it’s like i’m back in jr. high again, biting my nails when my crush walks by {the janitor} and wetting pants when i laugh too hard {yes, i was THAT girl.}

this particular bad boy is from my love, litza. she is queen of finding the rare, never been heard before, mashup—i’m convinced in her spare time she actually makes them herself.

litza knows my style and my taste for the power of the not so in your face, blatant, is that bass or did you just jack hammer my eardrum?, song.

phantogram can do no wrong for these types of moments, and she included their newest single “fall in love” on my mixed c.d.

more often than not the orange county vanity plate is a nauseating dispatch of one’s wealth: CASHMNY, STKBRKR, UPGRDE, INDABK, BNKRLD + HIRLLR are some recent examples of plates i’ve espied around town {the gulfstream/bristol farms parking lot is a fantastic stockpile for such vehicle-egomania.} hunkiest and i actually have a game with another couple where we take photos of the most obnoxious vanity plates we see; typically these messages are framed with a maroon and gold USC trojan frame {not trying to be a hater, but we have the photographic proof, AND our fellow game players-trojans themselves, can begrudgingly attest to this,} but on occasion i see a super cute vanity plate….yesterday i saw this one and it made me smile.

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something else to make you smile: jennifer lawrence’s deleted lip sync scene from american hustle.

i wasn’t too wild about this film. i thought jennifer lawrence was the only bright spot in the whole movie; such a shame this scene of rosalyn furiously cleaning the house like a rabid, meth-addicted chipmunk, simultaneously singing santana’s “evil ways” was axed.

i enjoyed this clip more than the entire 2 hour and 9 minute running time.

here’s the whole four-minute scene {worth the watch!}

so there they you have it, my friday loves…anything you care to share, darling readers?

wishing you a weekend of shaking hips, baby momma’s, and cash money!

see you on the other side of sunday m’loves…..

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