Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Karma "Yoga on the Rock": Do you know what Seva is?


Photo by the beautiful Katie Kaizer.  She is an amazing photographer and Journalist.  See more of her work at http://www.katiekaizerphotography.com/

"Do you know what seva is? It’s the selfless act of being in service to anyone or anything that needs your helping hands. The more fully you give yourself to this calling now, the more amazing your world becomes."
~Stephanie Azaria



I pulled into the Cisco beach parking lot a little before 9AM Tuesday morning.  A line of surfers was already present on the water, waiting the moment they might catch The Wave. The sun was beginning to peek out from the clouds and I was certain this day was going to be especially beautiful. 

I scanned the line of cars for a grey Land-cruiser.  An open car door revealed a girl, relaxing, watching the waves slowing rolling onto the shore.  The back of the truck was open, a few coolers and beach gear barely filling up the back. I spotted what I was looking for: a set of yoga mats situated in a ‘ready to go’ position.  This must be the girl I was here to meet and she could not appear to be any cooler!  I grabbed my trash bag and headed over to the car. 

The woman’s feet moved and a petite dark brown-haired woman emerged from the truck.  “You must be Dorothy.” She had a sweet, calm and easy nature that instantly put me in relaxed mode.  She lifted her sunglasses to greet me, and her natural beauty radiated from within. 

“No make-up and stunning.  She’s a true Yogi,” I thought to myself as we finished our introductions.  We spoke for a while as we waited to see if any other participants would arrive.  When it was looking as though it would be just the two of us, I was sure she was going to call it off until another time…why clean the beach and teach a class with just one person? 

Samantha Rudofsky, has started a new initiative called Karma "Yoga on the Rock", which is open to anyone who wishes to participate.  Willing and able bodies may meet at Cisco beach parking lot on Tuesdays at 9AM for a half hour of beach clean-up.  Then, rewarding people’s efforts, Samantha will teach a free yoga class.  Karma "Yoga on the Rock"  is all about giving back to the community and the Earth. 

After five or ten minutes had passed, she looked at me and said, “Shall we start?”  Surprised and excited, I clutched my trash bag and followed her to the beach.  We started to walk along the dunes.  At first we were finding small pieces of debris.  As we picked up the cigarette butts and small pieces of paper, Samantha and I continued our chat.  I wanted to know more about her…why she was doing what she was doing.  Where she was from?  I’d never seen her before, but we have many mutual Facebook friends.  I wanted to know why she was doing Karma Yoga.  Being an Island girl, my appreciation for the island is deeply rooted in my veins.  More often than not, I see visitors to Nantucket have two notions in mind: Make money, and party.  They work whatever job they came here to do and partake in the nightlife/beach life.  Once the air starts to become cooler and the island population begins to diminish, so do the people who say they ‘love’ Nantucket so much.  It’s a rarity to see someone so focused on giving back.  Samantha was pleased by the very fact that I showed up.  She honored me in that moment.

I was entranced when Samantha started to explain her inspiration for Karma "Yoga on the Rock".
Samantha, who is the founder of Guru Chakra, LLC ~ Om Ack said, “There’s more to yoga than just poses,” as she picked up a piece of plastic off the beach and placed the debris in her trash bag.   As we got deeper into the conversation, I realized the place Samantha was coming from was Love.  Love of Nantucket, love of community, love of the Earth, a sheer love of life and everything living.  

At the very moment of feeling in awe of Samantha and what drives her, I discover that we are collecting quite a bit of trash off the beach.  When I first felt the sand between my feet this morning, the thought that traveled through my mind was “How much can two people really do?  How much trash are we really going to collect?  Will this even make a difference?”  My bag was starting to become heavier and I realized just what two people could really do.  Samantha hadn’t even started the yoga class and already I was learning something. 

Two other women soon joined us.  The four of us went up and down the beach collecting various items that were either left behind or had washed ashore.  I was shocked by some of the items we found.  In half an hour of cleaning, we found a large green chair, a full fisherman’s net, and a plastic bag from a supermarket full of apples, a large rusty tin can, and a plethora of deflated balloons, and so on.  The beach looked relatively clean before we started but to my surprise, it didn’t take long to fill up our trash bags. 

Once the trash had been collected we took a break.  Samantha brought fresh watermelon and water infused with lemons to quench our thirst.  We nibbled on the watermelon and sipped the much-needed refreshing water before gathering our yoga mats and heading down the beach.  With yoga mat, water bottle and towel in hand, I found I had difficulty making my way through the pliable sand.  If I am hardly able to walk in the sand, how am I going to practice yoga?  I hadn’t taken a yoga class in years and I was beginning to get nervous. 

Samantha picked a spot that was semi-shielded from the wind.  We staggered our yoga mats and she began the class.  (I thought, “Forgive me, Universe, for it has been years since my last real yoga class.”)  Even though I was slightly embarrassed by my lack of correct body alignment, Samantha was an ever humble and understanding teacher, reminding us all that the most important thing to remember was our breathing.  After her calming voice stated this, I listened to my body.  There were multiple occasions when I couldn’t hold the simplest of poses and I moved my body into child’s pose.  It felt right.  I listened to my body, and focused on my breath. At the end of the class, the other students and I were in a fetal position on our sides.  I had my eyes closed and fell into the yoga trance.

Participating in yoga on the beach is an experience I have come to find challenging, while at the same time addicting.  The natural elements, wind and sand, force one to be in the moment and work a little harder to stay standing.  While other natural forces like the crashing ocean waves, sunshine and slowly moving clouds allowed for a mesmerizing backdrop.  While barely being able to hold myself in a pose, I glanced up to the sky to see the brightest shade of blue I have ever seen.  I could feel my body sway with the wind and I could hear small, gentle waves meet the shoreline.  The atmosphere had an almost lullaby/rocking effect that I found serene.  I left that morning looking forward to next Tuesday’s class.  Thank you, Samantha for the gift of your time and showing me how I can give more of myself.


To sign up for Tuesday’s class email her at samantha@omnantucket.com

Samantha teaches Yoga and Pilates at The Studio on Nantucket as well private classes.
Website: http://www.guru-chakra.com/ (Will be up and running soon.)

~Namaste~

This post is also on Nantucket Chronicle under Wellness/Yoga.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

What Is The Meaning You Give To Your Life?

I climbed to the top of a mountain and all I got was this bloody photo.


A long time ago, I decided my life would be about Love.  I would do all the things that I love...I would gorge my senses...I would always be learning...Traveling...I would always be loving...I would be in pursuit of everything that I love...Because of this, I am for the most part, happy.  I have failed at times.  I have failed in some of my endeavors in regard to everything that I love...But because I followed my true self, when it comes down to it,  I never actually was unsuccessful.  I have taken chances. Some chances have proved to be a great success and it was difficult to wipe the smiles off my face.  Other chances, I try to learn, forget and move on from.  I have always believed, that every failure is a triumph.  Why?  Because hopefully, I will learn something from the upset.  The next time I am faced with a challenge or a bump in the road, I will be better equipped and ready.  When I look back on my small life so far, I have come to appreciate the bumps and the glitches.  Maybe even more so than those of my successes and joyful moments. 

My love of writing is a cruel love...I have to remind myself to not compare myself to other writers.  Yes, there will always be someone smarter, more creative and better at spelling than myself.  I can only work with what I have and try to improve upon that of which I fall short.  I have to remember why I do what I do. I need to remember, why I write what I write.  Is it for the masses? Perhaps.  It is my hope others enjoy what I write, gain something from it and maybe they are entertained.  When it comes down to the nifty gritty, mainly, I write for me.  I write because it makes me feel joy.  I write because sometimes it’s torture to keep feelings, thoughts and emotions inside.  I write because if I die tomorrow, I want to know at least I tried to live the best possible life I could.

Writing, to me, is like making love.  It brings me great joy and pleasure, I could do it all day and I’m not that bad at doing it on my own.

What is the meaning that you give to your life? 

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Kick Off The Month of Love

Amazing Love Diet 

In Honor of The Month of Love, Amazing Love Diet Ebook will be $2.99 for the month of February.  Download this little book onto your digital readers and mobile devices.  Happy Lovin' Everyone!

For Amazon Click Here                       For Lulu Click Here 

*****Book cover photographed by Bill Hoenk Photography*****  (Bill is an incredibly talented photographer, whom made me feel more than comfortable being in my invisible bikini.  He has an array of talents in the photography field for your needs, not just nudes...But maybe after you read my book, you'll be inspired to take it all off in front of a camera for a wonderful memory...Respectfully and tastefully of course...Wink, wink.)


Thursday, December 1, 2011

December is the M.E Month

I tamed this gorilla...I'm that good.


We have now entered the last month of 2011...Then it’s the last year in the Mayan Calender. 

For the month of December, I feel it is only fitting to dub it the ME Month.  M is for More and E is for Exploring.  December 2011 is now officially the month of More Exploring.  Explore life, have an open mind, help others and above all help yourself.  Have more in your life.  More new experiences.  More love.  Move time to yourself.  More time with the ones you care about the most.  More adventures big or small.  More silliness.  More laughter.  I think you get the point.  This month, more is more and you should have your fill!

Ways to get the most out of the M.E Month.


-Small town adventures: Get your friends together and do a scavenger hunt.

-Donate your time to your local community: Nothing feels better than helping someone else

-Wake up and decide to laugh all day

-Plan something just for you: Maybe it’s just an hour in a salt bath or maybe it’s a full weekend of doing nothing and talking to no one. 

-Learn something new: Take a cooking class...My personal favorite was learning to make truffles!

-Listen to your heart in all matters, it always knows best.

-Don’t listen to people, do what feels right

-Do something that scares you

-Plan a trip around something you love: Can’t get enough of food. Plan a food road trip!

-Write your life “To Do” list: Start doing something on that list this month

-Explore the local library: I love spending time in the library.  The smell of books, reading in a corner and then checking out a new book, it's an adventure for the mind.

-Take a chance in love: Don’t hold back if you really and truly love someone, tell them.

-Take a fitness challenge: I have heard doing Bikram Yoga for 30 days will change your life and your body.  I’ve done it before and loved it...Try to find a studio that isn’t smelly...It can be hard to focus on holding a position when you smell something funky in the room.

-Say Yes To Everything: Have you seen the movie Yes Man?  He changed his life with one simple word, Yes.  It’s a funny movie and I love the meaning behind it.

Your world is about to open up and change for the better.  Take a risk.  Be ready for it by knowing that there are great rewards in pushing your limits and seeing how far your spirit will take you.  Enjoy ME Month!

Friday, November 18, 2011

Wildest Dreams - Amazing Love Diet

www.sugarandshinyobjects.com

When I was younger I used to swing on my swing set, look up to the sky and think of the wonderful life I was going to have once I grew breasts and got my very own driver’s license.  Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would come true.  My first book is out and I’m so excited about the wonderful things people have been saying.  I feel truly blessed and supported...(Kinda like my breasts when they visit Victoria's Secret.)

I am having a contest where you may win a free copy of Amazing Love Diet.  The first way to win is go to Amazing Love Diet’s Fan Page Here.  “Like” the page and you will be entered to win a free book.  The people that “Like” the page between now and the 150th person will be entered to win the book.  The second way to win is to share the post that is on Amazing Love Diet’s wall, “Share the Love” .  Once you have shared, write in the comments below the post, “Share the Love”, this is your entry.  There will be one winner chosen at random from each category.  In total, two ‘fans’ that will win a copy of Amazing Love Diet.  The contest will end when the page reaches 150 fans.  Best of luck and as always Much Love!


Here is the link to Amazing Love Diet's Fan Page!

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

How I Got My New Jacket




So there we were, knee deep in a group of rappers and I had my choice of all...When Perfection and I woke up in the morning, we remembered the NYC Marathon was that day.  We got ready and we were about to head out the door when I asked Perfection, “Have you seen my jacket?”  “It’s right there.”  Perfection pointed to the black wool jacket that was in front of me.  I picked it up only to realize, this wasn’t my jacket, at least, I didn't think so.  This was a military style jacket and my jacket was a trench coat.  I put the mystery jacket on.  Since I was running on one cylinder and had the Irish Flu, I thought for a moment since it fit me like a tight glove, “Maybe this is my jacket?”  I was confused but then I quickly remembered my coat didn’t have buttons up and down the front.  Mine was a simple wool trench coat that tied at the waist.  I didn’t know what to think and neither did Perfection.

My friend Perfection and I went to a benefit in NYC the night before, which turned into more than expected or just the right amount of crazy depending on how you look at it.  We started the night off slowly.  We were a bit run down from the night of my arrival into the city.  What was supposed to be a “work night” dinner turned into belly hurting laughter, sangria and a new business plan.  I was only in town for a few days and we jam packed each night and day.  Onto the night in question.  We went to a restaurant Perfection used to frequent when she was just out of college.  This restaurant was great for watching college football and grabbing something tasty to eat.  The Alabama game was on and they were putting up a good fight.  We took our time, watched the game and had dinner.  Then onto the benefit, which was held at a swanky Manhattan lounge.  This benefit had a open bar, which just meant Perfection and I were drinking glasses of Champagne like it was water.  “This is amazing!  I love an open bar!”  We would later come to regret this statement. 

The night rolled on and the drinks rolled in.  The benefit was about four hours long and then this lounge turned into a full on dance club.  Multiple layers of music, dance floors and some sort of light show that I’m sure causes retina damage.  We unfortunately found out that the table that we were sitting at for the benefit was promised to someone else.  If we wanted to reserve the table we would have to partake in the bottle service, which would start at $2000.  We decided we didn’t need to reserve our own table and would just dance until we were told to leave.  Luckily, the group that did have that spot for the night loved having a few girls around.  Each member of the group started showing up and was better looking than the last.  We all danced and enjoyed ourselves.  There was one point when I took in my surroundings and to my delight I was knee deep in R&B stars.  I showed one ridiculously good looking R&B celebrity how to do the robot.  He was either embarrassed by me or impressed by my amazing dancing skills.  Either way it would seem everyone was having a good time.

A few bottles later, the night was coming to an end or the morning was just beginning, depending on how you look at it.  This is where I start to do some time traveling. Between my robot dancing and the pizza gorging Perfection and I did back at the apartment, time was a wee bit fuzzy.  I remember Perfection telling me it was time to leave. I remember a very tall celebrity holding my hand.  I remember running away from said very tall celebrity.  And I remember giving $20 to the pizza delivery guy.

The next morning I woke up and started to check my text messages.  This is a Sunday morning ritual I have come to find very entertaining.  I scroll through the messages seeing who texted me, who I happened to text and what was said.  I particularly love this when I didn’t venture out the night before.  Various friends decide that 2am is the perfect time to convince me that I need to go to an after party with them or recently, I have been getting very photogenic photos from someone that will remain nameless.  This Sunday morning while going through my phone, I came to the conclusion things may not have ended up quite as they should have the night before.  Perfection and I were having the time of our lives, which was not entirely the case for our whole party.  Again, I can’t fill in too many of the details, mainly for my dignity as well as Perfection’s.  Needless to say, Perfection and I decided we both had a bit of penance to partake in to right our wrongs.  First, we needed to figure out how we got this jacket and where my jacket was hiding.  There was one person in our party that remembers entirely what occurred that night and how this jacket came to be my "new" jacket.  From what this person has told me, at the end of the night’s craziness, when it was time for us to be going home, Perfection held up a jacket and asked me if the jacket was mine.  To which I replied, “Yeah!”  In the few years I have known Perfection, I forgot to mention to her that I like to say yes to everything.  It's a reflex of mine.  I also forgot to mention to her that I have a habit of getting distracted quite easily.  So, a very elaborate way of explaining a misunderstanding. Sorry, Perfection for being so silly.

Moral of the story is, enjoy your life, remember to pace yourself and check your coats.  Perfection and I had an amazing night.  We would have had an amazing Sunday if we had paced ourselves, drank more water and a little less Champagne.  Just because it’s free doesn’t mean you need to consume it.  I hope you were entertained.  I know I'm still laughing about it and plan on doing so for many years to come.  I hope I will be able to pass on this story as well as this jacket to my own daughter someday. 

Friday, November 11, 2011

Available Now Amazing Love Diet



Well I knew this day would come...Amazing Love Diet is on shelves!  Best way to purchase is by clicking HERE.  This will bring you to my Lulu's Author Spotlight.  Much Love to you Always!

Friday, October 21, 2011

Épernay's "The Wine Director": So, what are your thoughts on BURGUNDY?!?

Épernay's "The Wine Director": So, what are your thoughts on BURGUNDY?!?: Back in 2008, I wrote the article below about the phenomenal 2005 vintage from Burgundy. It is likely that most wines from that vintage hav...

If you want to learn more about wine, there is no better wine enthusiast to learn from than this blogger and my friend. Enjoy!

Saturday, October 15, 2011

New Website


I have been working on this for awhile now.  I wasn't sure which direction I was going to go in.  I  decided to stay within the Blogger family.  I will use my new blog/website as platform for my new books and other exciting ventures.  I will, or course, still continue to do the Lazy Girl posts but I will also be posting on my other site as well.  So, check it out!  Find My New Site Here. I am so excited about it.  It's still a work in progress but I couldn't be more thrilled.  Much Love.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

What's Your Favorite Thing?


When life gets you down, you need to stop and think, “What will pick my spirits up?”

So, I want you to have a go to list of the things in your life or something that makes you smile, laugh or just makes you happy.  It’s your Favorite Things List.  This list will help change your mood from negative to positive.

Here are some examples from my list:

-My Family
-My Nieces Laughing
-My babe Jack
-Red Lipstick
-Flirty Dresses
-Thigh High Boots...ok any style of boot will put a smile on my face.
-Paris
-London
-Tapas
-Brunch
-Thanksgiving
-The Bahamas
-The Beach with the sun warming my skin
-Snow Angels
-A fire, A book and a glass of red wine
-Laughing with friends
-Live Music/Concerts
-Christmas Breakfast (My family goes all out...sooo good!)
-And above everything Love

Make your list and see how your day will turn around.  Keep it close to you for those moments when you need a quick pick-me-up.  Your mood will change faster than you think.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Save the ta-tas - Guest Blogger


October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.  Save the ta-tas, is having a special event where each day a guest blogger joins them on their blog to help spread breasts cancer awareness.  I was asked to join in this special event.  My day will be Friday October 28th.  Please tune in to other guest bloggers and visit the Save the ta-tas website.  I look forward to sharing my post with you in October!

Save the ta-tas Blog
Save the ta-tas Website

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

My New Favorite Band - The Civil Wars


On my mini road trip this weekend my friend, The Energizer Bunny, was playing a cd.  It was about two in the morning and their voices blended together so smooth, sexy and ghost like, it was absolutely perfect timing.   I have heard their music before but it wasn't until this moment that their melodies made an impact on me.

The next day I asked him what was the name of that band.  "The Civil Wars...Such a cool story.  They were two separate artists trying to make it in Nashville.  They had the same producer whom suggested that they meet."

I have been hooked these past few days.  Here are a few of their videos.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I...



Coming Soon: Photos and videos from The Life is good Festival...Interview with a Married Man...Stress and Meditation...The Smoothie that changed my me...Amazing Love Diet...War on Love...And I have an exciting announcement!


Monday, September 12, 2011

Just Do It Already

Don't let the sound of the ticking clock speed or slow you down.

I never know where my daily feel good moment is going to come from. Recently, I got a message from BigRed, “A good laugh. How about a 50lb weight limit and my gear bag weighing 53lb. I just ate all my cliff bars and am now wearing 3 coats.”  I couldn’t help but laugh picturing BigRed stressing out at the check in counter at the airport and then having to move to the side, put on all his coats and eat 20 cliff bars.  (I know it’s around 20 bars because I’ve helped him pack for trips like this.)  BigRed, it could be time for your company to start making your own bars.  This way you won’t have to buy these tasty treats from someone else.  We chatted for a bit on his next mountain climbing adventure, six different countries over the course of a few weeks. 

Lazy Girl: “You’re a lucky guy. I want to go to there!” 

BigRed: “No luck. We all put ourselves exactly where we want to be.  Blog that.  You can come if you like.”

Lazy Girl: “I'll get over there soon.  You read my blog?”

BigRed: “Of course.  I think it’s great.”  (This made me feel special that an ex likes to read my blog.)

BigRed is right about the fact that we are all exactly where we put ourselves. When we were dating he was constantly saying to me, "Just do it already.  Don't think about it, just do it!"  For me, I have always made calculated risks.  It may seem I'm spontaneous and I change my mind often but really when I make my mind up I stick with it and when I take a risk I need the time to think about it and be 100% in.  BigRed does have a point, we are where we are today because our actions put us here, just do it already.  The only person in charge of your thinking is you!  The most powerful thing in this world is a thought.  Thoughts can grow and change who we are and who we will become.  Just because yesterday you were living in your car or you are dealing with a heartache doesn’t mean things will not change for you.  I believe in positive thinking and positive actions.  If you keep moving towards a positive focus, you will always be on the right path.  When my Father was teaching me to drive he had a few words of wisdom.

PappaBear: “Keep your eye on the road.  Whatever you are looking at you will drive towards.  So if you’re staring at that tree, you’re going to drive towards that tree.”

I think about what my Father said to me and I connect it to my life as well.  Whatever I am focusing on, good or bad I am driving myself towards it.  Another word of wisdom my Father instilled in me, “Driving is a privilege, not a right.” and “Speed will come with time.”  This too, I connect to my life.  It’s a privilege to be alive, so use your time wisely.  And it’s ok to move slowly in life.  Enjoy the ride...Do everything you want to do...Leave nothing out.





Saturday, September 10, 2011

Dream Dream Dream

I love this movie, Vanilla Sky. 


So, I was hanging out with Gwyneth Paltrow the other day.  We were sitting in her kitchen catching up on life.  She was discussing how much she loves margaritas as we were pounding a bottle of wine I picked out for us.  Then all of a sudden I was no longer with GP.  I was in a field with Alexander Skarsgard.  We were laying down on a blanket, looking up at the clouds.  I spotted a cloud that looked like a weirdly shaped elephant.  Alex turned to me and kissed me sweetly.  Then my cat Jack rudely started to nibble on my toes, which woke me up from what I was hoping to be one of my best dreams.  I love Gwyneth Paltrow.  In my dreams we are best friends and all we do is laugh and eat amazing food and come up with the craziest cocktails.  I also have a huge crush on Alexander Skarsgard from True Blood.  I dream about us one day meeting and he figures out that he wants to have tall babies with me.  The reality is, I’m dreaming but I love to dream.  I love to daydream. 

I recently was up at 4 am, unable to sleep.  I turned on the tv and a very odd movie was on.  Actually, GP was in it.  The movie was about a man that had reoccurring dreams about the same girl.  She became his dream girl.  When he finally met her in person, she wasn’t anything like the girl in his dreams.  I should mention that he had a girlfriend, whom was played by Gwyneth Paltrow.  They broke up when he was trying to sleep more to see the girl in his dreams.  Essentially, this movie discussed how our reality and dreams may be blurred.  How one version of our lives is different than from the other.  If you let your dreams rule your life or take over your life in some way, than this may cause problems in your reality. 

So how does one find balance between our fantasies/dreams and our reality?  Stay tuned, I have more to say on this subject of dreams and fantasies.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Bubbles...Oysters...Fenway

I ended August on a high note for sure, Sox vs. Yankees game on our home turf...Fenway Park.  Not only was I fortunate enough to go to Fenway and see this game but I did it in style with my friends, Adventure Girl, Guitar Hero and The Wine Girl.  It was a great day.  The weather was perfect, the company was of course amazing and we smoked the Yankees 9 to 5!  I couldn't ask for a better day.  (Maybe minus the hangover I acquired from my playing the night before...I saw G.Love at the Chicken Box.)  Ohhh, Summer how I love thee.  Here are some of my photos from our day in Boston.  The highlight quote of the day:
Security Man: "What do you think you're doing?  Let me see your ticket."
Show man EMC Club ticket.
Security Man: "Oh you have a ticket.  You can do whatever you like."
Adventure Girl: "I always do, now I have a ticket that says I can."

This was a sculpture of a body.  We weren't supposed to take a photo of it, but I thought it would be hilarious to add my head to the top of the body...Maybe it doesn't transfer how much fun we were having with all of these body sculptures.
The back wall at the Island Creek Oyster Bar is a cage of oyster shells.  I kinda want to do this in my house.
Oysters and Bubbles...Yes Please!

This was a massive oyster.  Maybe the largest I have ever seen.

View from EMC Club seats right at home plate.  Yes, I know how lucky I was to be in these seats :-)

I only eat ice cream sundaes now from a Red Sox plastic ball cap bowl.


Adventure Girl River Dancing in the middle of the game. 

Adventure Girl wanted KFC...So we made our way through the drive-thru in our limo. I almost got out of the limo to snap a photo of her ordering.  I stopped laughing when I wanted some of her Mac & Cheese.  She shared 'cause we're friends.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

A Love Affair - Paris

I took this photo from the top of the Arc de Triomphe, after I climbed 348 steps.  I still had the climb down to partake in.
Have you ever visited a new city or town and felt like you’ve been there before?  Almost like déjà vu.  You walk the streets of your new city and know exactly where to go without knowing.  I have felt this way in two cities, London and Paris.  When I arrived in Paris and got off the train coming from Brussels, I felt that feeling I always get when my world is about to change.  A mix between butterflies in my stomach and a dizziness in my head.  I started my journey to my hotel via the Paris underground system.  When I stepped out from the subway and onto the streets of Paris I was immediately awestruck.  I’m no stranger to a new city.  I’ve traveled all over the United States and this would be my 4th city on my European tour and my second time in Europe.  Still, that moment setting foot on the Paris concrete made me feel like I had come home again. 

Walking along the streets of Paris, my nose was bombarded by smells.  Gasoline from the cars passing, pastries baking, the smell of the cool January air and the Parisians.  The smell of the Parisians jolted a memory of an old boyfriend of mine, Captain of the Industry.  His cologne covered the city.  I had moved on from Captain of the Industry years before.  Really, before the relationship even ended.  So, I was not sadden by the little reminders of my past.  More so, happy to be alone in the city of love.  Happy to know, I am my own woman.  I wouldn’t necessarily recommend being in the city of love alone.  There were fleeting moments were I wished I had someone to share this experience with.  There were reminders every where I turned that I was single, with no prospects waiting for me in my past or my present. 

Out of suggestion from my French Mother, (I have many mothers all over the world.) I took a water boat tour of the city at night.  It was a perfect, clear sky, winter night.  I wore warm clothes and packed my “Burnt Hotdog” jacket.  This jacket is incredible.  The insulation of the jacket is made of down feathers and the jacket falls just at my ankles.  It resembles a sleeping bag with the feet cut out.  While waiting for our boat to arrive at the docks, I was in the company of families with small children.  We all boarded the small cruise boat and began our tour.  Seeing the city from the Seine was an experience in itself.  As I was quietly taking in the city, I would hear couples all around me kissing.  Which is exactly what I would be doing if I were with someone I loved on this boat, in this beautiful city.  I looked around me to the see the company that I was in.  Then suddenly I was thinking: What happened to all the families?  When were they all replaced by couples?  Did I hop on the wrong boat? It was hard to concentrate on the tour guide’s speech with the sound of kissing in my good ear.  I found myself drowning out both the tour guide and the couples, allowing my eyes to be the only sense functioning.

From the boat ride I made my way to dinner.  I got a great eatery tip from my friend, The Chef.  He knows his food and he knows Paris.  To be honest, I’m not sure if I’m allowed to tell you the name of the restaurant I went to.  I may be getting an angry phone call shortly.  The restaurant, Le Petit Prince De Paris is quite difficult to find and hidden in a back alley.  When I said before I knew instinctively where to go in Paris I found this was the one time where I may have spoken too soon.  Luckily, I found the Parisians to be very helpful and I stopped someone on the street and asked if they knew where the road was that I was looking for.  This nice Parisian couple broke out their iPhone and began to look up the road for me.  Once I had proper directions in hand, I made my way to the restaurant.  I felt very apprehensive about walking down this alley.  Did The Chef send me on a while goose chase?  Is this really the restaurant he was talking about?  When I first opened the door there was a warm feeling that flooded my senses.  The restaurant was cozy, warm and nothing like my first outside impression.  The staff was inviting.  The night I went, the waitstaff was all male and resembled super models.  I had a total of four gorgeous men waiting on me that night.  I have never felt so taken care of. I knew there had to be a reason for me being single in Paris.  I started with a glass of Red Burgundy.  I sipped on the wine before my first course would arrive.  I love the sensation of water or wine flowing down my throat and into my belly. When my first course arrived, duck confit, I was famished.  The duck confit was comfort food at it's best.  This was just what I needed on this chilly January night.  My second course I had the salmon entree with a glaze of spices.  It was wrapped up like a present and today certainly felt like my birthday.  With every bite I felt myself feeling so grateful to have friends like The Chef that are able to steer me in the right food direction.  At the end of my meal, one of my male servers came over to asked if I would like dessert.  I was too full to speak but some how I muttered, “Aucun Merci.” (No Thank you.) I was also was running late to meet up with some friends in the Montparnasse Quarter where Ernest Hemingway would frequent. I was very excited to be sipping a beer maybe in the same seat as Ernest himself sat. 

After a few drinks and some laughs with my friends I walked back to my hotel.  The city was quiet and still.  The butterflies in my stomach began to rumble and I knew I had once again, fallen in love with a new city.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Garmin Adds Yoda Voice

Oh my goodness!  I had to share this.  My world has changed and for the better. Seriously, could this month get any better!  Now, I just need a new Garmin, to download this and get lost all the flipping time. Do you feel The Force?
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/08/03/garmin-adds-yoda-and-darth-vader-voice-navigation_n_917429.html

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Travel Bug

There is a feeling I love when a plane is about to land in a new city I've never been to before. I like to sit in the window seat and take in the city. What do I see? I feel an excitement that can only come from not knowing what's around the corner. Will this city be good to me? Will I get lost but in a good way? Will I make new friends? More questions cross my mind as the plane touches down on the jetway.
I have many favorite cities in this big world, many of which I haven't discovered yet. Normally I like to travel alone. I have the freedom to do, see and talk to whomever I like. I can sit in a cafe all day or go to a museum and stare at one painting for as long as I like or I can climb to the top of a mountain. Traveling alone is wonderful. My last trip to Madrid I ended up not being by myself. I stayed with a friend that lives in Madrid, The Chocolate Man. He is just wonderful and the type of person that loves food and wine just like myself. While he was at work I would explore the city with my cousin and her husband. They are great company. My cousin is older than myself and use to be in the rockstar industry. She traded in her backstage pass for corporate america but still somehow has kept the rockstar spirit. Traveling the world for business, she takes the term powerful woman to a whole new level.

Madrid isn't on the water, which, typically is a prerequisite for me to fall in love with a city. But the moment I stepped out of the plane I felt at home. Madrid is filled with beautiful sites, beautiful people and beautiful food. Walking around Madrid was like walking around a priceless work of art. I felt like I was in a painting and I didn't want to leave. The food is some of the best I have ever tasted. I also couldn't believe how beautiful everyone was. I felt like I was hanging around a GQ Magazine party.

I will have more on Madrid soon. Some of the restaurants and sites that are a must. This is my first time writing from the beach and I was inspired and missing Spain just a wee bit so I had to share. Enjoy your day!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Use your head Recycle!


Photo taken of the aftermath of 4th of July on Nobadeer Beach, Nantucket by Nicole Harnishfeger of The Inquirer and Mirror

I had to share this because my jaw dropped when I saw this photo.  It's appalling, disrespectful and irresponsible, especially this day in age.  This is bad advertising for Budlight, Coorslight and Svedka Vodka.  Maybe liquor and beer companies need to add onto the "Please Drink Responsibly" line, "Please Recycle."  If you brought it to the beach, you can dispose of it.  It is lighter than when you lugged it to the beach after all. 

What a bunch of duffel bags!  Someone told me today that cops back in the day used to take down names and numbers and said if the beach wasn't clean they would all get a 'What For'.  I just don't get it.  Were the tears of The Crying Indian not heard?



Monday, June 27, 2011

Singing on the bar...



Around this time of year just happens to be the birthday of one of my favorite people/bartenders in the world, Johnny B.  Every year I throw on a dress and sing on whatever bar he is working at.  This year this all went down at Ventuno on Nantucket Island. Here is the video of me singing to him.  This is the second song that I did for him, "All the way".  For the first song, which we didn't get a video of, "You Send Me", it was the beginning of the night so there wasn't many people in attendance at the bar.  Once more people showed up to celebrate with us, Johnny asked me to sing again.  You can't see Johnny B in this video but he's close by distracting me.  Actually you can't see much in this video, sorry.  Just to warn you I'm a quarter in the wrapper at this time, super nervous and I didn't prepare a second song, I had to think fast, so not my best performance. Never the less it was a blast and Johnny B loves me keeping up with this tradition no matter what I sound or look like.


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