This was my first Valentine’s day in like 2 million years when I did not have a significant other. Over the many, many years, I have actually not cared much for the day – and it’s no wonder, given my relationship history, but, there IS a certain sadness when one is single, much like when one is in a bad relationship, when Valentine’s Day rears its ugly head.
So, I spent Thursday night and much of Friday listening to…
with the right filter, even stretchmarks aren’t so bad
30 days ago, give or take, because a little too much physical activity after far too much lethargy made it nearly impossible for me to walk for two days, I decided it was time for me to get back into Yoga.
Decades ago, I didn’t realize that the butterfly pose was what I chose to demonstrate in elementary school gym class, but, that’s what I did, because I loved how it made me feel. In college, I was so very happy that our “physical education” classes were choices like ballet, blah, blah, blabbity blah blah and Yoga. You can guess which two I chose, and, to this day, I cannot arabesque for the life of me, but, whatever. Read more
I’ve been online since birth, it seems. At least on days like today where I’m busily making online magic happen while courting indie bands on Twitter. Now that I think about it, the online life has been pretty rad this week… with one bizarre exception.
On the ML FB Page, I received a message from a “fan” concerning my last blog about my pedicure. The person says she is a pedicurist from Switzerland and essentially wanted to discuss my pedicure… then wanted pictures of my toes… and then the soles of my feet. Invasive questions were asked about “tingles” from the massage and just how ticklish my feet are.
Hmmm, so, you aren’t contacting me to hand me a book deal.