drummer down
as i type this i have an ice pack in pretty much every nook & cranny of my person.
tuesday i got pound™-ed, and hard.
a new fitness class, using just 1lb drum sticks {ripstix™} and your own body weight, pound™ is a total body workout, designed to "put the fun back into fitness."
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the music, loud and heart-thumping, kicks you into a doable choreographed routine of banging floors, rapping ripstix™, shaking your bum, and oh yes.....lunging, squatting, bridging, twisting, and jumping {hello hamstrings!!!}.
created by drummers and fitness aficionados, kirsten potenza and cristina peerenboom, pound™ is a high energy, kick-ass class where you truly unleash your inner rock star. give the girl a set a sticks and our typically, yogic, bambi-eyed instructor, angela leigh, morphed into a rockin', groovin' gwen stefani looking for bambi's mother!
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i'm not lying. ten minutes into class, i was sheila-effing-E, glamorous life'ing all OVER that gym floor.
mmm. hmm. snap, SNAP bitches.
although today i feel more like sheila e's crippled grandmother. i'm not very big on the cross-training. spin, yoga, pilates, coreplay™, a little run here and there....those are my go-to's. pound™ definitely taught me i need to branch out of my exercise bucket.
pound™ is offered at the west hollywood equinox and starting this month will debut at the newport beach equinox.
the class will soon spread throughout the country.
keep updated on their happenings here.
thursday happy m'loves.
coastin'
monday happy m'loves.
today is a busy day of spinning, tucking, twisting, curling, and smiling.
the fall silhouette is long and lean {tuxedo suits and long skirts} and i'm off to get my clients ready.
a giant "THANK YOU" to coast magazine for my recent write-up, and an even bigger "THANK YOU" to ralph palumbo, magician photographer, for making a flu-ey katie camera ready.
twin sister! paging my twin sister!
come out, come out wherever you are!
alas billy goats, i don't really have a genetic duplicate....
can you imagine the world cheese shortage?
although i love the maggie q suggestions...
{well maybe not TWIN....more like distant, thinner, vietnamese cousin}
but if such genetic duplicate existed,
today i'd mortar and pestle my double into a fine, spreadable pesto, as we'd divide and conquer my whacked, over-committed day.
8 different places to be, two different counties, luggage to pack, beasts to feed and tangle with, and peeps who need to be squeezed and tucked.
i have another stab session with dr. sugar lips, and one big audition this morning.
fingers, legs, toes, eyes crossed that all goes well.
wednesday happy to you m'loves.
weekend happy
hello i love you won't you tell me your name?
what's in your pocket for the weekend lollipops?
tonight, i plan on losing my voice with mumford and son's.
tomorrow, more shouting {microphone assisted} with my gangsta's looking to sweat and crush the constant inner babble of our brains.
tomorrow night i plan on losing my mind in hunkiest's sweet talk and sugar kisses. hopefully with a grilled cheese sandwich thrown in the mix somewhere.
more holla' and calorie crush on sunday morning to help stave off planned damage from deep fisted, easter candy basket binge later.
i'm a sucker for pretty.
marshmallow, nougat, white chocolate, marzipan....flavors which normally produce an upturned my nose; belle them up in lavender, aqua, celadon, azure, a dusty pink?!?! and i'm a sticky-fingered walking mallomar.
so share with me..i adore your comments.
are there champagne brunches in your future? peeps? eggs to be dyed? or are you more: easter's here?
weekend happy to you m'loves!
no room for cream please.
it's my belief that some of the most interesting people in my life are those that serve me my coffee.
of late, my tea.
jefferey a born-again, post-pubescent, recently out of the closet starbucks manager, who fiercely insists my skirts are too too long and my make-up too too natural, has wrapped my heart around his spray-tanned, blonde highlighted, keith urban crushin soul.
allison, his co-worker, snuggled her way into my affection with her behind-the-counter bambi, shy sweetness, rainbow colored fingernails, and off-the-clock salty tongue.
down the street at peet's, i have tony. his piercings rival the mursi for inspiration and content.
i shudder with anticipation at what new plate, hoop or stud i'm going to meet at the front of the line.
tony mates his scary holes with a charming, genuine, southern gentility.
always a wordsmith, tony's answers to my "how are you?" tickle my roget bone daily.
yesterday tony was "unparalleled."
{big smile}
at my afternoon peet's {location #2} a completely different cast of characters lurks: younger, angst-ridden, pseudo depraved, totally loveable.
benjamen: an actor, a writer, an anarchist, a teddy bear.
somehow we actually became facebook friends.
his latest status updates were:
"shut up juice newton" and "i'm barefaced and look absolutely disgusting! i don't recognize myself."
rumor was he got fired. i like to believe he's off scribing his masterpiece, minus the madness, drink and drugs.
a girl can only hope.
boy made fine tasting lattés though.
yesterday i ambled into peet's #1 for an afternoon jasmine fancy green tea.
{4 days and counting coffee free}
as my fragrant, spring buds steeped, i struck up cashier conversation with the new, "barista in training", as she learned the ins and outs of register and customer care.
furthering my belief in the richness of coffee bar patron/server relationships i showed her my 5-year-old peet's 40th anniversary debit card; my intention was to point out my loyalty....seeing as how peet's is now having its 45th anniversary, and also my inane ability to waste plastic gift cards. merely a breezy, light chat as we waited for my tea to brew {one of the MANY downfalls of tea}.
apparently my words were too S.A.T. or my math too algebraic for baby trainee. rather than going along with her allegiant, coffee-deprived customer's story, or at least saying she didn't understand.....dumbass newbie said to me....
"oh...well you don't look like you're in your 40's."
??????????????????????????
nothing against the 40's. in fact, i'm more excited to get there than i am 35. but all in good time.
and i don't need to look younger than my age, but i definitely don't want to look a decade older!!!!
especially from some twit telling me the simpsons began before she was born.
i hereby recount all barista love.
they can suck it. they're always crapping up my order and sneaking in non-fat milk. are you trying to tell me i NEED non-fat?
and i mean, really? you KNOW large means venti!!!
i also kind of blame all this on tea.
it's not me, it's you.
here we are, face to face, couple of silver spoons.
me and coffee cup.
it's that time again.
my annual break-up.
as with every tenuous, co-dependent, abusive relationship, one party eventually reaches their threshold with the highs and lows, ups and downs, happy-happys and tired-tireds.
coffee supplies me with morning warmth and wakeup, aromatic steam for a worn out tired engine, ritualistic comfort to my o.c.d. fantasy land, calorie free, delicious, toe-tingling energy, and is my ever-soothing, security blanket, thumb sucker i never carried or sucked as i child.
according to google...and friends, coffee also could be giving me a waxing thyroid, irritable sleep {although have zero sleep issues so far}, a cracked up metabolism, and hormonal imbalances.
as with everything, in excess, toll will be taken.
but my body seems to have cried uncle. actually my eye.
while my twitch isn't directly related to my coffee consumption {a silly, stressful conversation involving big words and numbers actually brought it on} i know my continued main-lining of caffeine isn't helping it go away.
thank you m'loves for all the words of support and suggestions.
i do already take a toxic dosage of magnesium.
and as far as the B-supplements.....i do them all biotin, b-6, b-12, b3, i'd bee-hive my hair if i thought it would help.
so teapot here i come. again. i hope you'll take me back.
coffee and i will never completely cease and desist. i will merely see other people. sort of like taking a sister-wife. preferably something perky and sweet.
yes, i'd like a venti ginnifer goodwin-ish tea please, extra hot, double cupped.
updates to follow.
bitch twitch
so give or take two weeks ago i became the proud owner of a twitch.
lower, right eyelid, 1 second intervals. 24 hours a day.
i felt the moment she {again like my cat i sense my twitch is a lass} commandeered my orbital socket.
a stressful telephone conversation; one better served me had i ranted and kicked rather than sweetly smiled and acquiesced.
a common coulda-woulda-shoulda jingle in my life.
*twitch*twitch*twitch*twitch*twitch*twitch*
my peeper beeper isn't overtly obvious, but a casting director did send me skidaddle after picking it up on camera.
what's going on with your eye?
ummmmmmmmmmm.....
my enigmatic sparkle? my fetching twinkle? my star quality?
couldn't i fill a niche like little people do? like heavily tattooed guy? super tan, wrinkled, old lady? i could be girl with fucked up, quivering eye.
the good wife should be calling any minute, right?
google {or as my mother calls it 'goggle'} says i need to relax and exercise.
yeah let me get right on that exercise.
for yesterday i was only able to get six hours of pilates and spin class in.
for now i'll make do with my quasi-quiet computer time; meditate into fields of dandelion peace and stillness.
om........
{lotus position, padma mudrā fingers, ujjayi breath, brain quiet, jaw soft}
dance party in my right eyelid.
and so on
yesterday was a definite case of the mondays.
more like a baker's dozen.
i rpm'd my quads afire; only to find myself in the same spot at the start of my playlist.
at the market, i stood behind a real life orange county t.v. housewife.
actually i stood behind her giant breasts.
i thought maybe she was the fancy, new dairy case; dispensing milk in her free time for extra cash.
i'm all for a great set of jugs, but 3 o'clock in one's afternoon is a teeny, tiny early for nippleage, no?
4:30 and you can pop that areola right out honey!
i'm going to give her the benefit of the doubt. maybe when she left the house she didn't see her blouse was missing.
it's hard to see when you're false eyelashes rival jet planes.
this is a trend that is getting more severe and common 'round here.
the lashes are getting longer and thicker and heavier.
how much more can those lids take? it's not sustainable is it?
my pilates business is going to have to include post-rehab exercises for lash use.
soon, the poor little OC eyelids are going to need their own support groups and reach-out hotlines.
shopping carried on {me sweets, her chardonnay}.
then i had another round of tuck & squeeze and spin class.
not my typical classes. i brought my nervous, knotted stomach with me into sub.
i know it's evening and our gym does have a bar....
but the amount of makeup and done up hair had me longing for my own face-robe.
designer bags to match dictated personalities.
once again i feel apart, cast out, {flat chested}, not belonging, in this town i call home.
in other news....
yikes, a little late posting today, but i've got a good excuse!!
yippee skippy!!!
i can hardly enclose the elation!!
my sweet friend, alexei, got me lots of public squawk today.
{the good kind...not the ugly, blind item nasty stuff}
holy smokes, i'm silly flattered and gleefully giddy.
yet, i also feel like wrapping myself in three bathrobes, hiding back my closet, lights turned off, in a deep, breathable suitcase.