I’ve been in one of those strange states where at times I feel and seem extremely normal and even pretty well, and yet in ways I’m really struggling. My eating has been just terrible. Really terrible! And I’m even hiding a lot of it from my husband. Almost like when an alcohol abuser hides their bottles.
Morning and early afternoons seem to be OK, but come around 3 pm and I feel like I’m slipping. I’ll admit that I just got my monthly. Perhaps that is playing into this. My motivation is almost nil right now. I have no idea what to make for dinner, and wish I didn’t even have to make it. I wish some vegetable heavy meal would just show up on my table at 7 pm when my husband gets home, and call me to the table, too. Continue reading →
I have written over 200 blog posts since the end of February 2017. Of those blog posts, 20 (10%) include a reference to my love and history of dancing. This love seemed to be born in me, and nurtured throughout my youth. Even as I get older, if I’m not dancing on the floor to music, my mind is dancing to the music I create with words. That dance performance can be spied through the brisk movements of my hands as they quickly move upon my keyboard. Continue reading →
Have you ever thought about some hobby, lessons, type of exercise, or similar that you used to do when you were younger that you suddenly stopped? Then years later you thought to yourself, “Dang! If only I had only continued that instead of quitting. I’d be so much better off now for X and/or Y reasons.” Continue reading →
I don’t know how long it’s been exactly, but I’d say at least four years. It was back then that for me the music stopped sounding good, or at least it stopped invigorating my soul. How to really explain it, I do not know.
I was a dancer from the first days that I remember. Music was central in my life. Live jazz played in my grandparents’ music room. Classical music in the dance studio. I liked Rock and Roll the whole time, too. Really any music satisfied me, and I could dance to almost anything, even the buzzing of the street lamp, or the sound of a rope slapping the flag pole in the wind. Continue reading →
Anyone whose known me for a while, knows I love to dance. Sometimes I crank up the music in my car, and have a blast! Yea, I definitely sing my heart out. Being in the driver’s seat doesn’t prevent me from dancing up a storm or shout. A favorite song gets me hopping in my seat, waving my arms, slapping the steering wheel like a drum. I put my foot on the clutch, shift that stick, step on the gas pedal moving my whole body, and shifting my bum . Vrooooom, vroom, vroooom, vroom, vroom, errrrrrt! Don’t worry, nobody ever gets hurt. Continue reading →
I have to confess that it’s been years since I exercised regularly. I am even disappointed in myself because I don’t eat as well as I used to. This was not always the case. I’ve had periods in my life when I exercised all of the time and maintained what my husband refers to as my “Every meal two veggie and/or fruit policy.” I was like an army sergeant about that. Luckily hubby likes veggies and fruits. Continue reading →
OK, anyone who has read any or all of my Five-Day Music Challenge posts is going to scratch their head about this one. I’m scratching my head as I type it. Yes, this is updownflight writing this. Continue reading →
Thanks to Robert Matthew Goldstein of Art by Rob Goldstein for nominating me for the Five-Day Music challenge.
The rules are:
Post a song a day for five consecutive days.
Post what the lyrics mean to you. (Optional)
Post the name of the song and video
Nominate two (or one) different blogger each day of the challenge
I thought I’d start with the music that meant the most to me at the very youngest age.
I can just remember way far back to when I was two and three years old visiting my paternal grandparents’ house every single weekend, without fail. Mom mom would have baked a cake, pies, or dozens of cookies, so the whole house smelled intoxicatingly good. Then the whole family (grandparents, mom, dad, my siblings, and I, my two aunts and three uncles) would sit down to dinner, which was reliably roast beef. Continue reading →
I don’t have no boss, feeling lonely at home by myself. I have things I could do, I could call my favorite vegetable, but my belly is growling. The kitchen is too clean. Time to mess it up with some cosmik debris. I’m a baking tycoon. Gotta bake my radiant banana nut muffins, good enough for downtown Hollywood.
Put on the music. I think I’m itchin’ for some classic Frank Zappa right now. Joining him in song in the utility muffin baking research kitchen. I put on the oven and dance like a dancing fool around the room, beating and mashing the wet stuff, then adding the flour, scraping it down, whipping it up. Oh, god I am the American dream, I do not think I’m too extreme. Continue reading →