all three of these mantras are on my bucket list for the weekend. all weeklong i’ve been dreaming {literally while i sleep at night} of my beasts in various tumbles of goofy and highjink. i definitely foresee an upcoming competition of the tail-wag with these...
bodies in motion indeed. yesterday i found myself, for the first time ever, watching a marathon {the l.a. marathon.} total accident too. i must confess the idea of watching people run is up there with the horrible sorority rumor where the older girls strip you down...
we did it. we did it good. oc spin showed up, put out, and left money on the bedside table. {yes, i said that.}i know it was a indoor spin-a-thon, but we also added dancing, hugging, and a love-fest to the activities as well. my aha moment occurred two hours into the...
my pants would burst into flames if i said your generosity stunned me. two nights ago i dreamt i called the police on myself for airbrushing my passport photo. lying isn’t a shot i swig down handily. so what i’m trying to say is, yes, you ARE too old for...
i anticipated to awake in a rage. fists in the air, ready to scrap with puppies, the elderly, the angels, and whomever else wanted to butter my hurting heart. that bastard cancer has devoured another loved one. and, AGAIN, last week i received the infuriating news...
i can’t contain my fuss. orange county has caught up with new york and los angeles. we finally have our first, full body, indoor cycling studio. and i’m back-flipping, out-of-my-mind, wanting to vomit, thrilled, i am a part of the team. full psycle...
