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just do it already · Things and Stuff

Just Do It

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It’s that time again. Time for a mammogram. Yes, that funness of having your boobs placed and squeezed and x-rayed.

But it is necessary! Muy necessario! And I proudly conducted it in all Spanish. Sweet. Two points. The nice lady x-ray specialist carefully arranged my breast to get maximum exposure, kind of like arranging a chicken in the oven (I think I might be hungry). And then the machine came down… to press it tightly. I always hear horror stories of how painful this is, but I have never had a bad experience, my whole two times of getting a mammogram.

I don’t have huge triple D breasts but I am also not the president of the itty-bitty-titty committee either. I do wish I had bigger boobs, I can’t deny. But I am proud to have my originals and constantly shocked to see the number of females I went to high school with that have had boob jobs. And I honestly don’t think they look better. Sorry. Now, I have two friends that had boob reductions, and those, I applaud. Why live your life with huge ones that hurt your back, you can’t go for a run without a few black eyes….

But in the end, if it makes you feel better, then do it. But don’t forget your annual mammogram along with it. Til next year!

2010 · architecture · beauty · love love love · Mallorca

La Boda

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My first Spanish wedding this weekend. Marga y Miguel Ángel were married Oct. 23, 2010 at the Cathedral of Palma de Mallorca.

I have never mentioned how amazingly beautiful this cathedral is, and I guess you must take my word, but, it is. GORGEOUS. I never seem to get the time right (or know when the right time is) for when the cathedral is open. So I usually don’t get to go inside. I did enjoy a lovely Easter service there in 2009, with the King Juan Carlos. Yes, he invited me.

And if you believe that I have some ocean front property in Arizona. Ahh, I love Mr. George Strait.

Back to the wedding, and the Cathedral! The Cathedral is more commonly referred to here as La Seu, and it took almost 400 years to complete. That’s a long damn time. May I present to you, La Seu:

And a picture I took of it last year that I love. I think when I open my art gallery in Palma, this will be a main print. What do you think?

Cool huh? As I have already mentioned, the wedding took place at the Cathedral, not too shabby, eh? I was told to be there at 17:00 (that’s 5 p.m. to you americans) and as the norm, I was the first one there. Let’s just say, Spanish people are not the most prompt. And I know my friend Bess is rolling her eyes right now! Cos, let’s just say I used to be not the most prompt either. Fashionably late was my favorite theme. So, I have changed my ways, I guess chalk it up to getting older. Or maybe Bess just whipped me into shape.

The crowd began to gather, the invitees and the touristees. When finally, the bride arrived in a black car with her father and her in the back. The groom was excited but anxious, and he opened her door. A kiss on both cheeks for each and then she pinned his boutonniere. A Spanish wedding in La Seu then ensued.

Wishing Marga y Miguel Ángel all the happiness in the future. Congrats!

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friends · oooooooklahoma where the wind....

Trip down memory lane with me.

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When I was last at my parent’s house I had to save boxes of photos from the 150° garage. Here are a few of my favorites from when I was younger. Just to give you a little taste into the teen angst of my life.

That is my most favorite teacher EVAH. Mr. Cochran, he was truly our Greatest American Hero (doesn’t he look like him). We affectionately called his hair Spiro Giro and giggled until we cried over his mythical girlfriend named Bloatha Farkwad that he always used as the subject of his examples in class. The picture is from 6th grade but Mr. Terry Cochran loved our class so much that he followed us to Jr. High two years later.

Ahhhhh, PROM! Don’t we look so young and cunning? I was SIXTEEN!! And that is my natural hair color. Wow. Hello. I have my hair pulled back in the pic and I just pray it was in a nice sparkly faux diamond clip and not my ever-so-faithful yellow banana clip I wore on a regular basis.

Crimp me happy! I still have my pink hair crimper. Unbelievably it still works after how often I used it (and would leave it plugged in when I left for school in the mornings). My nickname in high school was Pebbles cuz I wore it crimped with the sides pulled up to make a small  ponytail at the top of my head. Love that thing. Is crimping back in style? I think I will start it back up.

Do ya like the van? Oooooh look, a pickup truck in someone’s driveway. How surprising for Oklahoma.

Spring Break 1989! NO SLEEP TIL WINTER PARK!! First time to ever ski, and I think I handled it pretty well. Except I refused to take off my sunglasses ever because I wanted to see how much of a ski tan I could get. When I returned back to school the next week, a guy asked me ” Did you EVER take off your sunglasses?” NOPE. Love that our hair is still so perfectly styled for skiing.

My first sorority/fraternity function! Since we were underage, we couldn’t drink at the parties. Well…so Panhellenic said. That was the beginning of my college life at OSU. Living in the haunted dorm (NOT kidding), Zeta Tau Alpha and endless nights at Tumbleweeds boot-scooting dance floor. Do I miss those days?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

love love love

Let’s hold hands and say together:

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For each and every one of you out there who has fear and sadness in your life… whether it comes from bullying or hard times or a loss of spirit. Remember that you are a wonderful human being, no one is perfect. And yes, it DOES get better. Do not give up. I know things can get hard but keep your head up, be strong and stay that beautiful soul that God created within you. I enjoyed this quote, and am passing it on to you.

May today there be peace within you.  May you trust that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith in yourself and others. May you use the gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you.  May you be content with yourself just the way you are. Let this knowledge settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.

 

hotels · italia · travel

LEFAY Resort and Spa Lago Di Garda

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Ahhhhh, Italia! What a lovely place to spend my birthday. And the LEFAY Resort and Spa at Lago Di Garda was the perfect spot for a few days of relaxation.

Sparkling Lago Di Garda

After driving through vineyards on the steep hills and lemon trees in backyards we finally arrived at the resort. Dinner is included in the room price so we skeedaddled into the room, freshened up and sat our tired butts in our dinner chairs on my day of birth. We ordered Campari (on the rocks for The German and with OJ for me), our dinner and a crisp bottle of Riesling. The drinks were delicious, the dinner, not so much. But that is what I expect from hotels that include dinner. Actually, the next day, dinner was pretty good, but the last day, it was back to boring.

Room terrace

Saturday night as we came down the stairs from the restaurant I heard singing and I yelled (not really) “karaoke!” I was kidding of course, it was a lady with a beautiful voice to entertain us for a few hours. But I still joked to put quarters down for my turn to be next.

The rest of the days slid by in tranquility. The hotel has 2 swimming pools, a hot tub and a spa area with four saunas available for no charge for hotel guests. And outside there are several paths for exploring, running, walking with areas set up for meditation. Naturally, the path I stumbled upon led us to the animals! They have a small farm with goats, chickens and possibly a turkey. Watch out Mr. Turkey, it’s almost Thanksgiving. Oh wait, you’re in Italy, stop worrying.

Here are a few more pics from our stay. I love our jumping pictures!

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Quirky · weird

Me Need Food.

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 Have any of you done any detoxing? Not like Lindsey Lohan style, but the lemon cleanse or olive oil cleanse or vodka cleanse? Just kidding on the vodka cleanse. Cuz today was day one of detox.

I kinda made up my own program; lemon water with maple syrup and cayenne, some spoonfuls of olive oil, only eating veges and bananas, and the shocking salt water oral enema. I guess I have never had an enema because I really wasn’t sure what to expect. I put 3 teaspoons of sea salt into a QUART of lukewarm water and swallowed. It took me about 20 minutes to finish the entire thing but even before I emptied the cup I had been to the bathroom a few times. Holy crap! Pun intended …. wow, the stuff that comes out of you. Okay, I’m sorry, I will stop. But seriously, kind of amazing.

I had planned on doing this cleanse for about three days, with the last day rewarding myself with a 90 minute massage at Son Antem. CAN’T WAIT FOR THAT MASSAGE. And apparently I can’t wait for real food again either. But today I will prevail!! And only dream of cheeseburgers, shrimp pasta with lots of cream, egg sandwich, spaghetti. I could go on and on with the food I have been salivating for all night. Alas, my vegetable broth will have to do. With my never-ending glass of water. No wine tonight either. Why have I done this to myself?

Tomorrow is day two. Let’s see how long I last before I break out the cheese and crackers. I will try to make it as long as I can, but I know by dinner time it will have to be something of substance. Hopefully it will be a healthy slice of salmon and a salad. How the hell do people do this for two weeks?

Ooohh, I just remembered I have fresh doughnuts in the cupboard. WILL POWER. MUST …  NOT … EAT … DOUGHNUT.

Hopefully I will survive day one. Off to make my tea laxative for the evening and wash it all down with some olive oil. Cheers!