The other day I did something I’ve not been able to do in quite a while. I exercised.


I should clarify. I did some P90-X Stretching. There is absolutely nothing cardio about it, so I don’t want to mislead you. But it was a solid session of stretching and y’all – I’ve not had the energy for anything for so long that I had nearly forgotten how to use my muscles. So I’m gonna count that toe-in-the-water as exercise and give myself a gold star.


I’m almost terrified to say it – afraid I’ll jinx myself – but I think my health may finally be improving. I’m doing baby steps still, but I’m starting to get excited! It’s a bit of a freak show when abnormal health becomes the norm. Lately I’ve been thrown for a loop when my body has functioned in its old patterns of health here and there, instead of misbehaving and acting up. I never thought I could become giddy over “ordinary” but I clearly am, so there you go.


I give tremendous credit to the holistic healer I’m seeing. While the acupuncture may be working wonders, I feel the pro-biotic regimen is truly responsible. As a gal who lives in the modern world, I am so glad to have been willing to turn to Eastern medicine for a change. I believe in Western medicine, too. I just think that for me – in this particular time of ill health – a combination of the two is finally having an effect. A slow effect, but an effect just the same.


It’s too soon to say I’m 100%, so I won’t. But I’m on the path and that counts for quite a lot. Again – baby steps. Can you feel me smiling? Yippee!




Yesterday morning we did P90-X Kenpo, which is a pretty good cardio workout. Then I remembered I needed to walk 3.5 miles to go pick up my old car (cracked wheel – yikes!), so I hit the pavement. By the time the lunch hour rolled around, I was feeling the pangs.


But mostly what I felt was beat. I’m fit enough to handle a day like yesterday, but I’m also old enough to get tired. And I’m social enough to have had evening commitments that did not allow me to hit the hay early. Y’all have got to know – I surely would have been asleep by 7:45 if I’d not had that commitment.


Anyhoo, it’s a new day. I will face today’s physical activity with gratitude, as I’m able to be active. And that’s a beautiful thing.


You know what else is beautiful? Naps. I vote for yes.

Nobody Walks In L.A.



I was out for a nice walk the other day and it was good. Since P90-X came into our lives, I haven’t been hitting the pavement as much as I used to. I miss it. Walking is excellent exercise and my body responds well to its practice. P90-X is good, too. It just isn’t the same.


Anyhoo, as I roamed around Los Angeles, I noticed something odd: Shoes. And not a random rightie or leftie, either. No, I kept coming across complete pairs of shoes. Some were tired and shoddy. Others looked to be fairly new and in good repair. Regardless of the condition, these shoe pairs were left beside roads, on curbs and on benches. I saw no signs of the owners or their feet.


By the time my walk was finished, I had encountered 4 complete pairs of shoes in just over 3 miles of territory. I’m not sure what was going on, or why so much footwear had been abandoned. I’m not astute enough to have discerned a pattern or meaning. Like a lot of the Universe, it was probably random.


But it did make me think about how I get rid of shoes. Anything with a future is donated to a charitable organization. If a set is beyond repair or future use, it’s trash. Unless they’re sneakers of some sort. Those I take to a recycling center where they’re magically processed into playground material. (I haven’t a clue how.) That’s been my M.O. for years. Maybe it’s time I add another option to the mix. Maybe the next time I have a pair of shoes with a little life left in them, I’ll lovingly place them on a well-trafficked route for someone to find. Who knows? Maybe there’s a gal somewhere, who hoofs it along L.A. streets, just looking for a new set of kicks. Anything’s possible.

Hanging On For Dear Life



Yesterday morning Mister and I got up at 5:30. In the a.m. Before the sun or the Lord had risen. It was that early. And why did we wake at such an unholy hour? To work out. It’s how we do. Don’t judge. So we’re doing P90-X Yoga, and we’re right in the middle of standing leg extensions when the world started shaking wildly and meanly. We grabbed each other and hung on for dear life. Like most earthquakes, this one lasted only a few seconds. Mister and I looked at each other, then did a walk-through to check on the house. The pool water was sloshing still, but that was about it. We rejoined the yoga DVD and morning resumed.


It took about 15 minutes for the birds to return to the trees and pick up their sing-song routine. It also took about 15 minutes before we heard the first sirens. An earthquake that’s too small to wreck a person’s house can still rock a person’s heart. In other words, even minor earthquakes often lead to heart attacks.


By mid-day yesterday, we’d had only a couple of aftershocks. All in all, not too bad. I’m on high alert though, as Mother Nature seems fond of surprising folks with her wrath. Still, I can’t help but smile, as Mister and I were pretty danged funny – the way we grabbed each other during the rumbling. And I’m not even going into how he shrieked like a little girl…

Goodbye Summer, Hello Fall!



Today is the first day of Autumn, and I for one am grateful to give it a big hello! Change is good for us, you know.


But changing to Autumn means saying goodbye to Summer. And Summer’s been awesome. Okay, it’s been challenging, too, but as part of my longing for joy, I’m choosing to focus on the positive. That means counting my blessings. With that in mind, here are 10 of my favorite things about this past summer (in no particular order)…


  1. John Oliver subbing on “The Daily Show.” Good Golly, Miss Molly. I loves me some John Oliver. (I love Jon Stewart, too, y’all, but the man has a life and needs to get away from that desk once in a while.) When John Oliver did his little dance move each time he spoke about “Carlos Danger,” I about rolled up in a little ball on the floor, overcome with the laugh-ies. I swear, that move killed. And just thinking about it makes me smile.
  2. News of Adidas’ plans to re-release the Stan Smith sneaker (come January 2014). This probably means nothing to most of you, but the Stan Smith sneaker stands out as my very favorite kick from childhood. For serious – I’ve got this marked on my calendar and will be looking for my own pair in January!
  3. Rock Camp! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I’ll volunteer with this group for as long as they’ll have me. Because I’ve seen the positive effects of this non-profit, it is definitely one of my very favorite charities.
  4. Jumping waves with Mister in Hawaii. I cannot tell you how amazing those few precious days were, or how much it meant to me to share that time with the love of my life. Or maybe I can tell you. And maybe I will – soon.
  5. “The Way Way Back” – I loved this movie so very much and it made me feel all the wonderful things that summer can provide. Okay, it also made me feel many of the painful things summer often presents. But ain’t that just life. I will always love this movie.
  6. Going to “Butterfly Wonderland” in Scottsdale, Arizona. I wrote about this one, and I’m still in awe. What an amazing experience! I’m so grateful I got to go there!
  7. Completing P90-X! Those 91 days just about kilt me, y’all. But they didn’t! And I came out of it stronger and dare I say, braver.
  8. “Camp” on summer television. This sweet, little show became something Mister and I looked forward to each week. It was fairly innocent (by today’s standards), and it was also fairly simple. But I was okay with that, and I loved the idea of all those families going to summer camp together. Each episode’s music was great, too, by the way.
  9. Summer Food! Each season brings its own array of edibles and this summer was no exception. Tomatoes, fruit, fish – wow! Here in SoCal, we’ll be blessed with summer’s bounty for a while longer and hallelujah to that. Y’all do know I likes to eat, don’t you?
  10. The auto show and auction I attended a while back! That was one of the best days ever and I loved it so much, y’all. Just being around all those old cars was a blast, and watching the auction blew my mind. I have no desire to own an auto of such esteemed provenance (good thing, too, as I can’t seem to find my spare half a mill just lying around), but I sure do appreciate the danged thangs. Beautiful!


I’m limiting this post to 10 items, but if I’m honest, the summer – with its challenges and hurdles – held far more gifts. I sincerely hope yours did, too.


And now, let the games begin! Time to tally up an entirely new list of fabulous fall moments. It’s gonna be awesome! For reals…