Tuesday, May 31, 2011

My left brain bullys my right brain

Here's the thing, once you start blogging, there's pressure to perform. And if your anything like me, it doesn't take much to fold and be stricken with "performance anxiety!"  last night it took me some time to fall asleep because my mind kept coming back to "OMG, what have I done, and what in the world will I have to say tomorrow.
Well, the fact is... I have nothing!  Unless you count the fact that on my way home this afternoon I drove behind a big, white, shiny truck that had a bright red sign on it's side "Al's Big pumping Service" and the licences plate was SHT2GO!  Now this is funny and I was relieved to see it did not turn up driveway.

You see, I'm not a great writer or even a good one,  I just enjoying writing and that works for me, but won't work for the two readers I now have.  I'm lacking in content, depth.  I mean well, I do all the right reading, watch all the cool politically correct shows, still read a newspaper because I have to have the real thing with my coffee each morning.  I love listening to NPR, and I love reading great intellectually inspiring posts from other people.  I read the Huffington Post pretty much daily (I can hear you sighing from here Renee lol) It's just that when I go to regurgitate all the wonderful information I have absorb, my left brain comes and and knocks the hell out of my right brain and before I know it all I think about is "wow" do you kids see the color of sky right now, what would you call it, Robin Egg Blue, nah, you know it has a hint of Violet in it".  Or "look at the light right now, amazing" I can tell you that the light surrounding the vineyard across the street changes daily, depending on the cloud cover, haze or moisture in the air, but I can't remember what the guest speaker on Bill Maher had to say the night before even though I loved the show, especially when either Cory Booker and or Dr. Cornel West is on (I love him).  I see the shapes of things, the depth of color, the romance in a song. The fun and juxtapose of life. I like to think that where most people see the ordinary, I see the extraordinary. I'm Scorpio you know ;) I tend to feel things and I often can't find the right words to express them, "it's just a sense ".  And yea, I want to save the world just like the next person or a least save my daughters right to CHOICE, Would you CREEPS please get your grubby hands off our reproductive rights already, there are bigger issues to worry about like the vastly increasing numbers of seniors and children going to bed hungry every night!  How about the fact that the very same fine men and women who voluntarily go off to war are the same families who live well below the poverty level!  With the state our world is in these days, more then ever we need to be called to action,  just don't ask me to give you a debate, because I can't, what I can give you is passion.... and if asked  I could tell you every detail in every little vignette of scenery from my drive home.  I'm by no means dumb, but I am still  blonde. It's just that the things that seem to stick with me are visual and auditory.

Therefore I'm going to need help and if anyone would like to guest post on my blog I would really love it! Just put your pen to paper or lap top to action and email me at  jakapk@aol.com.  Otherwise, I hope my two readers are happy with this blog being about life with some really cool art work, photography and music and poetry.  Oh yea, and hopefully some laughs,  I do love a good laugh.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Blame it on Chef!

  A couple of weeks ago, OK, months ago, It become apparent that I had been spending to much time with a couple of friends that weren't the best influences.  My days spending laughing with The Pioneer Women and crushing on my handsome boyfriend Tyler Florence, had done me no good, nope, no good at ALL!  I have gotten FAT plain and simple-there you have it.
  So I knew I had to come on back from Oklahoma and get my ass out Marin County and get back to reality. Which in the past, when I have gotten myself into the same situation, I pulled myself together and headed down to the Beach, South Beach.

This time I needed a little more, A "Curve" ball if you will and the beach just wasn't going to cut it.  So I have started a new rather intense program that so far has been wildly successful. Don't get me wrong, it's no magic pill. GOD I WISH THERE WAS ONE, but really the old fashion way, watching EVERYthing I eat and working out like a mad woman!  Hey, a little sweat, it does a body good and really that's easy for me cause I've always been a Cardio Ho,  it's the NOT eating part that's the challenge.  It's a plan created for Curves clients that is not out yet and we get to be the guinea pigs and it's a great online, no brainer plan that really is easy.   And I have been feeling fine on it until yesterday....when my chef of a husband decided that in order to help me and make it easier for me, he would cook up big batches of wonderful foods to freeze for him and kids!  Nice idea in theory, not so much in reality..it was killing me.

He made homemade spaghetti sauce, and a pork, garlic sausage and sauerkraut dish that is to die for. They had  chorizo and  eggs with cheese and those little homemade white corn tortillas I love.  And every time I came into kitchen and looked at him with my wanting eyes, he would get his hopes up, get it? wanting eyes..shish.  No, he would apologize, "I'm sorry, this is hard on you this weekend huh?"  he's a sensitive guy, he figured out real quick that it was cruel and unusual punishment.

  I'd finally had enough and turned to him and said "love means never having to say your sorry" and hide in my room and played on the computer.  That is way my facebook page now looks like I'm a serial  status poster and I created this blog...it was either this Blog or I was going hunting for left over Easter candy in places to dark to mention!

So, if anyone would like to be my chubby buddy I would love that-to those of you who don't,  I promise this won't be another fattie blog.  Just a blog with a lot of Snark.