Love means never having to say… “I’m sorry for not blogging.”

So of COURSE I have been lagging in the blog area… I am a busy girl. Visiting Kaleo on tour in multiple cities, having my mom here, Kaleo coming home, Kaleo’s mom visiting, not to mention running a business and changing the world, one day at a time…you get the picture. Haha. Well, my friends, I have a solution. My friend Christy over at the Domestic Princess posted this cool 30 Day Blog something-or-other that I want to participate in. It’s outlined below, but please note that I will be posting normal blogs in addition to the 30 Day thingamajigg. Which means that I will be putting up the photos of tour that I promised. I’m so bad at this, and I’m so sorry. (big pout, major tail between the legs) Gosh, I never thought that this little ol’ blog would bring so much guilt. Ugh. Anyway- starting tomorrow, please see below:

Day 1 – your favorite song X
Day 2 – your favorite movie X
Day 3 – your favorite television program X
Day 4 – your favorite book
Day 5 – your favorite quote
Day 6 – 20 of my favorite things
Day 7 – a photo that makes you happy
Day 8 – a photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 9 – a photo you took X
Day 10 – a photo taken over 10 years ago of you
Day 11 – a photo of you recently X
Day 12 – something you are OCD about
Day 13 – a fictional book
Day 14 – a non-fictional book
Day 15 – your dream house
Day 16 – a song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 – an art piece (drawing, sculpture, painting, etc)
Day 18 – my wedding/future wedding/past wedding
Day 19 – a talent of yours
Day 20 – a hobby of yours
Day 21 – a recipe
Day 22 – a website
Day 23 – a youtube video X
Day 24 – where I live
Day 25 – your day, in great detail
Day 26 – your week, in great detail
Day 27 – my worst habit
Day 28 – whats in my handbag/purse
Day 29 – hopes,dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 – a dream for the future


You’re my Perfect Day…

I’m heading out to Irvine to catch up with Kaleo again. Red Rocks was amazing, and I will be posting photos and such when I get home Monday. I’m packing a bag, meeting up with him this afternoon for the show, sleeping on the bus tonight on our way down to SD for 91XFest. And THAT, my dear friends is a wrap on this tour! So we will have Frankie drop us off from the bus late Sunday night, and say aloha to the rest of the boys… And he is home for a few weeks! Lovelovelove. 🙂

I poo in blue.

Hi guys. My mom just left a couple of days ago. We had such a fun visit and I am still kinda sad that she is gone. But man, she wore me out! Yes, mom, you know you did. 🙂 She rarely sleeps, eats like a bird and does three yoga classes a day. WTF. But our visit was SO lovely. We took a train up to San Juan Capistrano, went for walks, went wine tasting, did lots of yoga, bought fresh veggies and flowers at the farmer’s market, watched White Chicks, it was awesome. Now I am gearing up to go visit Kaleo on tour. Red Rocks! He is flying in a day early so we can have an extra day off together. Last time I flew to Colorado to see him play at Red Rocks it was also summer but there was a crazy unexpected storm that hit while I was mid-air and by the time I got off the plane the weather had turned from 80 degrees and sunny to 30 degrees and pouring rain. So here I am, getting off the plane totally ready for the weather that I packed for after looking it up on my trusty iPhone. However, said Iphone apparently didn’t get the memo since it was on Airplane Mode during the flight! I had slippers, flowy white pants and a tank top. In a torrential rain/thunder/lightning/freak storm. By the time I got to the tour bus to see Kaleo I was dripping wet with now see-through white pants, broken slippers, hypothermia and a big pouty lower lip. Yes, I had rained on my own damn parade by not bringing a just-in-case jacket. Or heaven forbid, a raincoat. Ahhhhh well… lesson learned. I am packing for all kinds of weather this time. I looked on the iPhone and it said: Sat-80-sunny, Sun-82-sunny, Mon-thunder/lightning and 60??? So I guess the once in a summer freak storm shit that happened last year just so happens to be scheduled for the 3 days I’m there! I get there on Monday. So funny. But one thing I can be totally sure of, I really could care LESS what the weather is like. I’m so excited to see him that I would brave a lizzard in a bikini to get there and be in his arms. Oh wow. I just realized I typed Lizzard instead of BLIZZARD. Should I leave it? Why yes, I think I should. That being said… I would TOTALLY brave a blizzard AND a lizzard in a bikini to get to Kaleo.

Anywho, I bet most of you are wondering why my title says I Poo in Blue. Am I right?? Well dear friends, have you seen this commercial??????? I am half in love with it, half creeped out by it and half shocked and proud that America is finally airing funny commercials like we have been seeing in other countries around the world for years! Go America! And yes I realize my math was way off in my previous sentence. I am bad with fractions. Don’t judge me.

Pugs not Drugs

I have been really missing Bella lately since Kaleo is on tour. We have been talking about finding a rescue nearby so we can go spend some quality time with the rescued animals, so I googled Pig Rescue. SO I thought. I actually typed Pug Rescue. This video came up on the search… Awwwwwwwww…… Happy 4th of July!!

The one where Karma literally kicks me in the ass.

I am a work in progress. We ALL know that. If fact, we ALL are works in progress so there. I try to be kind, easy going, compassionate and patient as much as I can. And I teach the same to my students, which helps me if I ever find myself in a moment of frustration or anger or brattyness. I mean, I’m supposed to walk the walk, right?? Just because I’m not on my yoga mat doesn’t mean I should go all willy-nilly and be a crazy person. But alas, I do have my moments. Take today, for example. Great morning teaching yoga, doing payroll, going to the bank, getting groceries. Nothing stressful, easy-peasy. At the store (which is an insanely tiny health food market) I run into (read: bump with my hip) a lady who was bent over looking for hemp milk on the lower shelf. I apologized and smiled and she growls at me! No really, it was an incoherent mumbling growl. I wasn’t sure if she had something stuck in her throat and needed my help doing the Heimlich, or if she spoke some unusual foreign language and was excusing my hip contact, OR if she really did growl…! So I turned around and said, Excuse me? She replied (in perfect, ungrowling English, AND in a normal, kind of nice voice) If I wanted to talk to you I would have asked your name. … UM-What the..???? Okaaay then. Every time I turned a corner in the store she was there and would abruptly turn on her heels and go the other way. I went about my shopping and at the check out she was behind me. Watching. Staring. Frowning. Now understand that in no way does she look crazy, or mentally challenged, or anything that would make me kind of understand and excuse the strange behavior. She looks like a normal soccer mom. The check out girl is a new student of the studio and was asking questions about certain teachers, making small talk, telling me how much she enjoyed her class, etc. while she was putting the groceries into my bag. The woman in question kind of Harrruumphed. There’s no other way to describe it so just go with it. We both looked at her and she rolled her eyes and took a call on her iPhone. So I’m headed to my car and she comes out and backhandedly says, People have lives to live. Maybe you should make friends on your own time. Oh. Wow. I had a handful of two bags, my purse and my iPhone and I had just opened my driver’s side door. As I was leaning in to put my bags on the passenger seat I mumbled kind of under my breath and, well, kind of not: Or maybe you should just go and be a bitch on YOUR own time.

Right at that moment, my heavy car door that I had swung open with my foot just a teeensy bit too hard swung all the way back and hit me on my ass. Knocking me over. So that my legs came up from under me, my face planted onto my e-brake, and my groceries fell onto the passenger floor. AWKWARD. I pulled myself up and out of the car soooo ungracefully, and turned just in time to see her driving out of the parking lot laughing.

And that, my friends, is how karma kicks you in the ass.

Hindsight, of course, tells me that I should have been a wave and let it go, maybe she was having the worst day of her life, I don’t need to resort to petty, bitchy  retorts that make me sound like a 5th grader… Blah, blah and BLAH. But if the Universe works like how I think it works… She probably stepped in dog poop getting out of her car anyway. 🙂