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January 25, 2014  |  Rant  |  No Comments

Hey – my blog is back up and running again as of yesterday!  I’m so excited!  Thank you to the genius at my web hosting company.  He figured it ALL out!

So much has happened since my last blog post – and I can’t wait to tell you all about it.

Stay tuned!  Updates are on their way!

Technical difficulties

January 13, 2014  |  Act, Rant  |  No Comments

Hey! So I haven’t been able to post here on my blog for awhile. Technical difficulties. If you visit regularly, you’ve notice how the look/format has changed. It’s all part of the fixing, re-doing and re-working some things to get it all up and running again.

I’ll be back soon!  Just working out the details!

Hope you all had a glorious holiday season and are off to a great start in 2014!

Happy Thanksgiving!

November 26, 2013  |  Act, Rant  |  No Comments

I could be a Debbie Downer and complain to you all about what’s going wrong in my life. But I won’t. I’m going to focus on the good. The positive. The good people in my life. The good things in my life. And all that is right.

I will give to those in far more need than me. And I will send good thoughts to those who need it – that I can’t help in other ways.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all! (Forget the original Thanksgiving message – as it has it’s flaws – eloquently told by comedian Eddie Izard on the pilgrims first landing in Plymouth).

Just focus on the good in your life and how you can bring good to others.

I will be spending Thanksgiving with friends – as I have no family in Los Angeles. May you find the same equivalent of people to spend time with for your weekend of gratitude too.


Here’s my last pumpkin picture of the year.  (I put this one on my fireplace mantle – I loved it’s curvy stem). I just can’t post a pumpkin pic after Thanksgiving!  I mean, Christmas decor and Santa made their way to you in stores BEFORE Halloween even hit!  I’m like way old new here.  :-)


Humanity is you

November 7, 2013  |  Rant  |  No Comments

Humans are complex. Humanity is even more complex.

I don’t usually write much about affairs of the world. I tend to keep this blog light, fun and based on my inner world.

I hope you don’t (those of you who don’t know me) think I’m shallow because of it. I’m well aware of the plight of the world. I pause daily at news stories and my thoughts go out to the people involved.  I just figure you get enough of it in your face and I don’t need to repeat the desolation in my blog.

In spite of any tragedies we face ourselves, we should always count our blessings. Every day.

You have complaints about a bad day? Your cable went out and missed the big game? Your investment fund went belly up? Your car broke down and you had to hitch a ride to work? The fax didn’t go through? You didn’t get the client/gig/job/ you wanted? Your cell phone call was dropped? The light turned red just as you were about to cross the intersection? Your patent idea fizzled? Your girl/boy friend broke up with you? The shoes you wanted aren’t available in your size?

Those things are valid to some degree. They are important to you at the moment – based on your configuration of life that you are currently living. You may need some cheese with that whine. Especially if you are upset about things like not getting the shoes you wanted. (If this is you… don’t even get me started!) Please try to remember the big picture and where your plights fit in the scheme of this world.

Most of the world lives in poverty… Tragedy happens every day…

People you meet daily, may be going through their own personal hell, but don’t say a word about it — as you complain to them about the price of figs or that your grocery store was out of your favorite bottled water. I’ve experienced my own tragedies, but never voiced them to you.

Seriously. Take a breath. Think. Listen to yourself. Most importantly listen to what’s happening in the world.

There are so many tragedies every day – I could pick from several – but today I was thinking about a recent Human Trafficking story where 92 people died – mostly women and children. Not your problem, you say? I beg to differ. We’re all in this together.

THIS is real life. It ain’t always pretty.  And it ain’t for the weak or weary.

Now, go be a better person. Create a better world. And find a deeper meaning in your life and for others in any small or big way you can think of – humanity is counting on you!

a meal… a glutton

October 15, 2013  |  Act, Rant  |  1 Comment

Knowing that most of the world lives in poverty, it’s difficult for me to complain about anything in life. Especially in regards to food. Because with poverty, obviously, there is scarcity in food. So, actually, it sort of disgusts me to eat anything at all.

However, on the opposite end of that – I DO sometimes wish for (I try to remember the Zen way of NOT wishing, wanting, expecting anything) a dinner out of the house. With no kids. That I didn’t have to cook. Or clean up afterwards.

Whether it be due to my own weakness, advertising, media, social media, peer pressure, what have you… I find that I really… just… want… to go out for a dinner.

Shocking? It’s something I used to do. It’s something people do in Los Angeles every day.  

I’m not talking about a quick bite – like a drive thru – I’m talking a – Sit. Down. Meal.

I’m not a material girl.  I don’t care for diamonds.  I don’t care for things in general.  Those things are only wanted by people for the mere feeling of that thing anyway. I get all that.

However, I do lately wish for a meal that I didn’t have to 1) buy all ingredients at the grocery store, 1) lug it home, stock it, 3) later prep it, cook it 3) serve it and eat it (which takes a mere 10 minutes).  And THEN proceed to 5) gather up dishes, pots and pans 6) clean up floors, from my kids dropping and throwing and then 7) wiping up kids faces, their highchairs, clothes, and 8) doing all the dishes.

That’s a lot of work for 10 minutes of yummy grub. Right? Anyone? Bueller?

I would love just ONE night out where I put on clothes (that aren’t destined for spit ups or immediately have to change a poopy diaper), sit in a lovely restaurant, be served yummy food, a glass of wine – and not have to clean it all up when I was done.  Just ONE night.  

Is that too much to ask for? I’d feel like I was on a vacation. And I might cry. But it would be tears of joy.

A fairly simple task to execute – one would think.  Especially  in Los Angeles.  People do it every day.  But I haven’t done it since… 2010? Maybe 2009?  It’s been a long, long time.  I’ve had one lunch, and one late night bite, yes. But it’s just not the same.