Sunday, January 30, 2011

Opposites Do Attract

So I was going to write a mini movie review of No Strings Attached and I see "my Sam" as I affectionately call my Director of Everything beat me to it.

Now why would I say "opposites attract"? lol I loved the movie, yes, they are gorgeous to look at, yes, they had great on screen chemistry, I thought the script had enough great lines to make me laugh and all in all, I look at "chick flicks" as joyful diversions. They are so unreal that I go to them in the spirit of just that, it really is make believe. And without high expectations, I am rarely disappointed. So in the immortal words of "Sally" with a little play on words, "I will not have what Sam is having":-)
Check out her review here:

Monday, January 17, 2011

Mexico Manana

Sorry for day late, good excuse, vacation recovery...aka reality. So...was in Zihautenjo for a week and loved the whole margarita:-) Read last week's blog if you don't know where it is. It was an awesome trip, fabulous weather, nice people, beautiful resort but oh the service...or lack thereof. "In a minute" means whenever, "right away" means sometime before you die, it's all about "manana", indefinite time. I guess for this type A recovering NYawker, that is a little too slow for me. You see, if I order food and you forget the utensils, it would serve me well to get that li'l fork before my dinner hardens on my plate and is ice cold. I am not complaining, I've got a great tan, had some fantastic food, relaxing massages and well, I guess I'll finish this...manana.

Monday, January 10, 2011

The Tortoise and the "Hair"

Sorry for being a day late but I have a good excuse...I was on a plane to Mexico. I am now happily ensconced in my villa in Zihuatanejo...never heard of it? I'm sure you saw The Shawshank Redemption, everybody has, great movie with Tim Robbins and Morgan Freeman...well, this is that idyllic spot they meet at the end of the movie. It is breathtaking.

I digress! So cool, we arrived in time to release 100 just hatched, literally baby sea turtles into the ocean, it was absolutely a special moment. The mother lays about 100 eggs a year, no wonder it's once a year, she needs to recuperate. We each got handed a baby, smaller than the center of the palm of my hand. We cupped our other hand over it and all walked to the ocean where they set up a clothesline of balloons. When they told us, we bent down and released our little babies into the Pacific, what a sight. Then you cannot move as the waves take them in and out, so you have to stand still till they all wash out to the ocean. It was wild to see these little black heads poking out of the vastness. Only a few will survive, how sad. It was a once in a lifetime experience and we know, I'm all about experiences:-)

Friday, January 7, 2011

Ode to the New Year

'Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.

The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste
At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.

When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).

I'd remember the marvellous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,

The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I'd never said, 'No thank you, please.'

As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt
I said to myself, as I only can
'You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!'

So - away with the last of the sour cream dip,
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip

Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
'Till all the additional ounces have vanished.

I won't have a cookie - not even a lick.
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.

I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.

I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore
But isn't that what January is for?

Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!

----Author unknown

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Heaven in 2011

OMG, if the guy on the treadmill next to me said"heaven in 2011" one more time to everyone who walked into the gym, I was going to blow my first New Year's Resolution of more patience:-) Whether you call them resolutions, goals, promises, commitments, do you set them and forget them? This year will be "different", yuk, yuk, yuk... No, really!
I call them goals not resolutions and here are the answers...forgiveness and choice. Each year, I make them, some I achieve, some I don't, I forgive my trespasses. So I didn't make that size 6 last year, I celebrated the 8. So I didn't make numbers of dollars, pounds, dates I wanted but it's OK, I choose and that's the operative word, CHOOSE to celebrate all that is good and all that I HAVE achieved. Failure may not be an option but it's a reality, a human frailty but not to be disgraced but to be acknowledged. The ol' cliche and fact as well...Edison had more failures than successes before he got to the light bulb, Babe Ruth had more strike outs before becoming the home run king. So before I moan and groan that I broke my resolutions or didn't achieve all my goals, I'm just gonna enjoy a li'l slice of heaven in 2011.