what to say when lost for subject matter

talk about FOOD

i don't want to forget the fabulous dessert cheese plate i brought for a recent holiday gathering. so here are the ingredients: wedges of lemon stilton cheese and dolce gorgonzola cheese; dates, walnuts, wafer thin crackers, ripe pears (sliced). the flavor and texture combo was delish!

make it happen vs. maybe we need LESS to do

make it happen vs. maybe we need LESS to do…
while my masseuse was therapeutically rearranging my musculature i was trying to chillax and meditate/silently repeating my mantra. i was stunned by the fact that i could not let go of my attachment to formulating lists in my head instead of taking the opportunity to surrender. next time i will try making a preemptive list (before getting into the car) of all possible “categories” that i might muse about during my “scheduled 55 minutes of relaxing massage” in an effort to circumvent the pesky dominance of my right brain. perhaps that will afford me some peace and respite. or…i can swap my mantra for visual imagery of myself throwing back tequila shots?!

yo mama vs "postcards from yomamma"

Sometimes… I think I’m having a panic attack.
And then I realize I just have to poop.
"postcards from yomama"

so when "postcard yo" then when on to talk about her "fiber" site i assumed it was about the kind you eat so that you can be a "regular" yomama or yomamma. silly me. i totally missed the "stitch and bitch" clue... which was actually a cover for an entry that lead to the her wearing that anatomical mask at the bachelorette party... busted!

i did love the moose rut comment. it truly sounds like something i would say.

now i need to get back to saying the things i would say in my blog. i'll get back to doing that soon.

ouch

one day post-op discomfort. my caretaker is doing a great job saving me from myself. i got caught using my crutches as chopsticks to pick up and toss things across the floor. caretaker was not pleased with my risky business. trying to behave and occupy myself with non-active doings. tv, newspapers, mags, i was saving computer time, but here i am. after this i may give in to the pain meds and chill-ax with a crossword-induced nap. caretaker is going for a bike ride and made me promise to be good.

i knee-ded this surgery

anesthesia and narcotic pain medications on board. no drug-induced post today. sorry.

a cautionary tale of confusing communication

my yogi ginger tea tag told me today: recognize that the other person is you.

also, when regarding "the other person" consider not what they will think, but that "they don't really care" (as in going on and ON filling airspace with sounds from your mouth and holding a person hostage to your details---please, have mercy!)

on the other hand, yomama cares. about the power of words... as symbols. or symbols that speak words.

beware of using others' words to represent how clever or funny you are when those others are embarrassing themselves and you are jumping on for the ride.

and there you are, left either with .. or.. without... your dignity.

watch what you tattoo across the canvas of your life. sometimes it is indelible or at least costly to reverse.

that's all.

She's Baaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!!

i found my link today on monica's new blog address site. OMG there's january and NOTHING. well, you know what "they" say: have a good beginning and a great finish. so, the mid-year drop out silence is what it is. it does not mean that nothing happened, it means that nothing was written about it.

perhaps i will regress and cover the highlights of the skiing, travel, out of town remodel, wedding attended, my trip to the ashram, volunteer experiences, wedding thrown, german visitors, monica's return.... etc.

of course i'd rather write about food. this week: devil's food (a cafe on gaylord street). ah, the challah french toast and artichoke/brie omelette with herb bread toast..... we all know hell on earth--- but alas, here is a taste of the flipside ..... heavenly bites of grace.

a good saturday

french kiss

un grand basir a la langue francaise. french class was a blast today.

france is currently on strike (every service/industry) and monica reports that it is like a big tailgate party/parade in the streets.
appreciation goes out to her professor, who did not have to teach today--- but did anyway because it seems he thinks the whole thing is not necessarily constructive. it sounds to me like it's an excuse for time off and partying. i don't know the particulars of the unionized system in france, but for as often as this happens.... what is being reinforced?

il fait froid aujourd'hui, mais il est ensoleille. it is COLD here today, but it is sunny.

the air is clear and the mountains are showing off the latest snowfall. there is texture, definition and contrast r/t the distance from my eyes and the elevation. it is a task to keep focused on the road when this amazing scene is staring at me peripherally.

i had lunch with monica (dinner for her) via skype. i ate leftovers while she ate-- guess--- cheese! she was about to leave for a crepes party.

little bit o'gratitude

the fabulousness of vera wang shoes at 60% off (cute, comfy, platform peep-toe heels).

grace in small things ala yomama

just a very little bit of toasted sesame oil, mingled with the freshest lemon juice and the tiniest pinch of himalayan salt.... heaven when sprinkled over sesame seed tossed field greens.

going out to shovel snow and finding it is the light fluffy kind.

finding it very hard not to throw my arms around my chiropractor to hug him for relieving my longstanding knee pain. sufficing by telling him "you da man, consider yourself hugged!" and having him say goodbye with a very big "i'm appreciated" smile.

raspberry sorbet ice breakers gum

shifting into four-wheel drive when you find yourself in a blinding snow shower

finding the "beyond" area at the local BB&B.

cleaning out the entire interior of my car and putting back only what needs to be in there (bonus: finding a perfectly good bag of toasted nuts that i forgot about).

the promise of a newly inflated exercise ball

practicing zen-like patience with automated customer service menues

OMG 2009!

okay, yomama has been WAY remiss in recording any event-- or non-event-- since before holidays/travel/skiing/visiting otherwise preoccupied her consciousness.

there is never a good time to stop the world and write, so why not right now (or write now). i am starting this post-inaugural day later than my usual routine. yomama was celebrating the promise of renewed leadership for our country with a few hundred of her favorite obama-philes last night at the mercury.

the bohemian institution owns my heart. for 25 years the owner has honed her vision of a venue for the best of herself and the community. this includes local and organic foods. there was a recession-proof menu, several acts of solo jazz, blues and show tunes. free champagne--- many toasts at our table. then upstairs for dancing swing. special dances included the "snowball" which was great fun until you run out of new men to ask when the DJ yells out "snowball" and you have to wait a turn until the next "snowball" shout when you get picked again.

i truly felt sorry for those less fortunate that did not have, or failed to take advantage of such an opportunity to feel so alive-- and happy with hope for our country-- with fellow americans (and non) last night.

parting note: meanwhile, in france, monica said that she felt somewhat like a celebrity yesterday. when realizing she was american, those not using english as a first language wanted to speak with her in a celebratory flavor about obama. she also mentioned that shop owners were giving her free stuff from their stores in congratulations. i'll take that as a memorable lesson in world history.