Anyone else have those days where you just feel awkward, like you are dancing to your own rhythm that no one else gets? I absolutely do. But that’s not a bad thing! Own it! Keep on dancing… People might even catch on.
1. I like to name things. I even make up names for pets that I don’t have. My car has a name, my guitar has a name, my plants have names… I actually re-named myself when I was like, five. Jellybean Purple. No middle name. Does that name really even need one?
2. I have really odd phobias. Semi Trucks are on the top of the list. Not just driving near them, but everything that has to do with them. It’s irrational and silly, but I have a hard time getting out of the tour bus when we stop at truck stops on the road. The drivers, the lifestyle, their little APARTMENTS in the cab of the truck, the truck stops, the sounds they make…. creeeeppy. I’m also afraid of crows. Growing up in Hawaii, the closest we got were Mynah Birds. Not scary. Funny, but not scary. Then I move to the mainland and there are these massive, shiny, black Pterodactyls that walk with an agenda. They cross the street in the crosswalks and look at you the whole time. What is that?! They could fly, but they choose to be intimidating and strut. And of course all of the movies about them freaked me out. I also fear Tyra Banks. She is FIERCE. In the old school scary way, not the Runway Model-fierce way. Have you seen her highlights on The Soup? I’m just sayin… I wouldn’t want to meet her in a dark alley. Yep, I said it, I’m afraid of Tyra Banks. Speaking of people, I think I am afraid of Nicholas Cage too. There is something a little off about him. Oh! And Cougars. The woman, not the cat. They scare the shit out of me. They snarl at me all the time when they see that I have a hot husband that they can’t have. Ok, I will clarify. I’m afraid of Snarling Cougars.
3. Trees that have the name ‘Weeping’ in them make me sad. Like Weeping Willows, or Weeping Fig. My heart hurts for them, like they are forever bummed out.
4. I count stairs every time I climb them. Even the ones in my house. There are 17 of them, and I know that there will always be 17 of them,but each time I run upstairs I count. Hmm I just realized that I don’t ever count when I go DOWN the stairs…
5. J’ Adore Brigitte Bardot. A beautiful, pouty, French sex-kitten turned animal-rights activist?? Awesome.
6. I have a bad habit of changing the channel with the remote at JUST the right moment. Or wrong moment, I guess. Right when they are going to announce who the killer was, or who the winner is, or what terrifying new disease we have to be in fear of on the evening news….. click! ‘oops, sorry. I’ll change it back.’ But the moment is always gone. Sorry love. I feel your pain on this one.
7. My hottest celebrity crush is actually my husband. Beckham has nothing on Kaleo…
8. I don’t like ice cream. I really don’t. I mean, I’ll EAT it, but I won’t necessarily enjoy it.
9. I have a huge fascination with foreign languages. I can hold my own in 4 languages besides English. My goal is to be proficient, if not fluent, in all of them. However, I keep traveling to new places and discovering new love for their native tongue as well, so my to-learn list is growing long. I need to stay focused on the top four and then move on to the rest.
10. Maybe it’s because I’m a Gemini, but I love extreme opposites. For example, I would have no problem living in a city such as NYC or Buenos Aires for 3 months and then living in an ashram in Rishikesh, India for the next three. Why not? It’s not about the best of both worlds, but the Best of the Entire World that intrigues me. Luckily, I have a husband who feels the same way.
Okay so there are a few of mine. Anyone else out there want to share? 🙂
A snoring pig with a full belly, a glass of red wine while I dance around the kitchen to Bob Marley and David Bowie as I cook dinner (with veggies from my garden!!) for my husband who is due in at Orange County airport in 5 minutes. Oh yes. Have a mentioned that life is sweet?
I woke up this morning- Wait, wait, wait… Ever notice how so many Blues songs begin with that? Ahhh love the blues. Ok I have to go put some Muddy Waters on now, I’m inspired.
… I woke up this morning to the Camp Pendleton bombing, or explosions, whatever they are. Camp Pendleton is the Marine base about 15-20 miles north of us, and when they bomb it shakes our whole house. It is really unsettling and it often goes on throughout the night and into the morning as it did today. It literally shakes my windows. So this brought me out of my too-light of a slumber. Kaleo is out of town, and it usually takes me a couple of days to get used to not having him next to me. I sleep light and restless until I acclimate and I make sure that I don’t watch anything scary before bed. Not even a trailer for a scary movie. Sure, I am 30-something but I can still imagine that there are monsters under my bed with the rest of ’em. Anyway he is only gone until tomorrow so I won’t have to get used to it until next week when he leaves for Japan.
So, yeah. That was how I woke up. And then I spoke with him on the phone and I think I was a little grouchy due to not sleeping very well. I got over it really quickly though. My grouchiness usually consists of a pouty voice and a grumpy face which everyone else thinks is funny. And then I forget why I am grouchy and it melts away when something else catches my attention. Kind of like flashing a shiny object in front of a kid. However, don’t ever point out that I am grouchy, even though it’s obvious I want you to know. That will just delay the shiny object from pulling me back into happiness. Kaleo knows exactly how to deal with me. He just laughs. And of course within a minute I am laughing too. So anyway, we said goodbye and I hopped into the shower to get ready to go to the yoga studio. Now, I cannot see without my glasses. So in the shower I am just kind of winging it. Whatever, you don’t need to see in the shower to make sure you are clean. But- you DO need to see in the shower to make sure there are no spiders in there with you. Oh yes. I was not alone. (shudder) It was, as Paris Hilton says, Huuugge. But not in a good way, like she means it. I slowly got out of the shower and considered my options. And put on my glasses. I had to decide quickly whether to kill, to flush, or to scoot. Since it was close enough to our window above the shower, I chose to scoot. Of course, my decision to let the creature live had to do with my insane idea that it would go and tell all of his little spider friends to not bother us anymore. And I didn’t want his family to come-a-knockin’ and revenge his death. WHAT?!? I don’t know, it was early.
So- off I went to go teach my 9am yoga class. I love my job so much that I always show up really early for my class. I light the candles, get the music ready, close the curtains in the studio. Ambiance-check. Yoga clothes-uh-oh. I had put my jammies back on when I was drying my hair and I forgot to change into my yoga clothes! Ay dios mio. I went to check my car for anything that would work. Now, let me explain my car. She is so pretty. Clean on the outside, detailed and pristine on the inside, and then- there’s the trunk. Ha! Kaleo, I know you are sporting a ‘shit-eating’ grin on your face right now… It’s a Perfect Mess. From teaching off-site yoga, in my trunk I have anywhere from 4-6 mats, a Zafu cushion, a Tibetan bowl, 9 yoga straps, 9 yoga blocks, 10 eye pillows, aroma therapy, something I need to return to Bed Bath and Beyond, some shoes, some books, and Yes! a back up yoga outfit. Whew. I would have looked really silly teaching yoga in my pink and brown bunny rabbit-covered jammies.
There was a sweet older man in class today that had taken my class a few times in the past. And he happened to let out a little fart. Not a boisterous one, just a little one, bless his heart. Of course I didn’t bring any attention to it at all, just kept going with my class, and no one gave it a second thought. That is until he started laughing. He was laughing so hard that we all just stopped for a minute, mid-dog, and laughed along with him. After class he explained that his late wife told him that women didn’t fart. She convinced him of this fact when they were young and didn’t ever give him a reason to believe otherwise. When she passed away he realized the private joke she had kept from him for years, and was reminded at that moment in class and couldn’t hold back the laughter. Random story, but charming none-the less.
After class I came home to find a squirrel in our garden. Sounds like the afore mentioned blues song. “WOKE up this morrrninnnn, FOUND another squirrrrrrel in my yard.” So I chased it. Alllll the way home to his little squirrel den. Then I stomped my feet, made wild hissing noises, and jumped up and down on the stairs in the front yard that they live under. I really tried to scare the shit out of them. Of course, here I go looking crazy to the neighbors once again, but damn. I told you it was war. Albeit, an organic-no-creatures-were-harmed-in-the-making-of-this-garden kind of war.
So now I blog. And if living the first half of my day wasn’t amusing enough, writing about it makes me laugh all over again. Especially since I am writing this while listening to a snoring piggie on my floor. Life is good. Love is even better. Enjoy this beautiful day!
“Let the beauty you love be what you do. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” –Rumi
I have to say, I am SO happy that our garden is thriving! Can you believe that we are victorious (knock on wood) over those little monsters?? We still have a few pests, but as you can see most everything is growing and even producing. Notice my composter to the right of the shot! I got it from Gaiam and I totally love it. It’s so easy to use, just spin it daily and keep a 50/50 mix of green and brown (or wet and dry). Meeaann.
The above is one of our squash plants. We have two of them and they are absolutely huge. I had to prune them today because they are growing into the green beans.
We finally have tomatoes! Our 4 tomato plants are massive and are producing quite a lot of tomatoes already. I’m already going through my cookbooks to get new recipes for all of them, as I know we will be bombarded really soon. Yay!
Kaleo had the great idea of using the old pavers and river rocks to make the pathways more decorative and aesthetically pleasing.
Today we planted corn, aloe vera, carrots, cucumbers, and Kaleo planted his very first one… A Pepper plant. Ha! How appropriate. 🙂
This was the first day that Kaleo got to experience the garden first-hand since he’s been home from tour. Like, actually digging in the dirt kind of first-hand. He loved it, and was such a great help. Tomorrow we will plant the lettuce and more herbs in the herb garden. Simply perfect.
Seven years ago today we were married on the beach at Makalawena on the Big Island. It is very remote and requires 4WD to get there. Kaleo and I wrote our vows a few feet away from each other sitting on the beach and when we were finished, got up and took a dip in the ocean. We walked up the beach squeezing each others hands gently, and greeted about 50 of our smiling family and friends. I took a make-shift shower by being doused with fresh water from a large jug, and Muff expertly wisped on a little makeup to my sun-kissed face. We changed right there in the sand hidden behind flowing Pareu’s held up by friends who were standing in the back of a pickup truck. Our beautiful little wedding party lined up to walk the aisle, which was made of lauhala mats in the sand. My dad walked me down the aisle and Kaleo’s dad serenaded us on his acoustic guitar. We got to the end of the aisle and there was my brother Remy to perform the ceremony. He had everyone laughing one moment, and crying the next. He did such an amazing job, that people still to this day tell us how beautiful it was. At the end of the ceremony, we had the good fortune of having a Hawaiian blessing, which is a light sprinkle of rain even though it was sunny. Just perfect. When we finally all made it out of the beach in rambling Kona 4-wheel drive trucks, we headed to the reception where Kaleo’s sister Lehua and friends were busy making sure all of the food was ready for our guests. Lehua didn’t even make it to the ceremony because she was so busy! We felt awful about that. We danced the night away and retired to our room, and from what we heard there was a huge house party afterwards that of course we didn’t make it to. The Wassman Wedding Afta Party. haha…
I want to say that it was the happiest day of my life, and it was… But since then, I have had so many more ‘happiest days’ and they just keep getting better and better. Here’s to even more years of happiest days of our lives! Love you so much.
I want to thank everyone who made our wedding one we will never forget. My family, Kaleo’s family, our friends… Mahalo Nui Loa.