Friday, November 30, 2007
Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky stromy weather...
In Southerm California , whenever it rains, the weather man never reports rain, we go on "Strom Watch". Today, there was a glorious day of rain! Cold, steady rain! It was sheer heaven waking up hearing it beating softly down on the rose and rosemary bushes in front of my window! But as always, traffic was a nightmare. Californians don't know how to drive in the rain so all the freeways had bumper/bumper traffic. Strom Watch indeed!
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
True confessions
Sometimes I think a lot of the yoga teachers use their yoga class as group therapy. Once while at a Yoga Journal Conference I took a session from a very well known yoga teacher. She has become one of Yoga Journal's favorite cover girls. The woman gives a great practice once she shuts up but an hour before the practice she bored us with her version of new age wisdom and went into great details about her personal life. I learned more about her past romances and boyfriends than I know about my best gal pal who I've known since the second grade of elementary school.
Today took a class from a very good teacher but she is going through some rough edges. She told us how he boyfriend dumped her and that one of her family members is suffering with some health issues. My heart went out to her but she took 20 minutes before she got into the practice and when we did start she was not focus at all in her students or the flow of the class and these students paid to take a yoga class not to be a support group.
Life is hard but one thing I enjoy about yoga that it allows me the opporunity to let go of emotional issues and be in the moment.
Today took a class from a very good teacher but she is going through some rough edges. She told us how he boyfriend dumped her and that one of her family members is suffering with some health issues. My heart went out to her but she took 20 minutes before she got into the practice and when we did start she was not focus at all in her students or the flow of the class and these students paid to take a yoga class not to be a support group.
Life is hard but one thing I enjoy about yoga that it allows me the opporunity to let go of emotional issues and be in the moment.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Where the deer and the antelope play!
I should proof read when I blog but I was writing this fast and in a little pain. My back is still killing me!
Where rhe dear and the antelope play...
If you drive by Rose Hills graveyard early in the morning or late in the afternoon you will see the deer come down from the Whittier hills and graze on the lawns or eating the flowers that people have placed on the graves. Once in a while you can see a coyote or a bobcat in the distance. It's really rather a beautiful and peaceful place to visit. I often wonder if this place is haunted but I haven't been able to discover any stories from this place. But if there is a ghost story there , I'll find it!
Thursday, November 22, 2007
I haven't got time for the pain...
Always loved that lryic, NOT! I mean sho has time for pain?
Lately, I haven't blog any ghost stories due to the fact that I was back in the hospital due to upper back pain! Ironic, I can't take pain killers because they cause internal bleeding. What to do what to do. But home, cooking up a feast! Above is my center piece.
I'm thankful to be with my family. being able to care for my mom and being home this Thanksgiving.
So my blog friends, what are you thankful for this Thanksgiving?
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Interview with the vampire...
Whenever I see a person reading a book I have to ask them what they are reading. Today while waiting in line in front of the female bathroom at the yoga studio (there is ALWAYS a line in front of the female bathroom) I stood next to a young girl about 12 years old wearing plaid and deep red tights, she was reading a book and I asked her wat book it was. She looked up and showed me the cover . The title was "Eclipse". She told me it was a a book about a vampire, "It's a love story though, so it's okay."
"Oh really?"; I thought. There is nothing more romantic than a story about a blood sucking parasite. A creature whose sole purpose in life is to drain people of their very life source. Hold oh; come to think about it, that describes all the men I've been involved with!
At least they worked hard on draining me dry!
But seriously folks, it was Ann Rice that can be credited on making the vampire sexy. I recall reading an article about Bram Stoker classic vampire novel and the writer stated how it was a story addressing the issues of the Victorian English concerns over immigration. Those rich, strange, foreigners seducing and taking our women! He was a Count after all. Bram Stoker was Irish and knew how uptight the English were. Interesting idea.
Still, I always laugh when I read or I see a vampire being sexual. Let's face it folks, (how can I say this gently) a man needs a lot of blood flow to strike up the band and doesn't have enough to spare to enage in the wild thing. Hello , a vampire is a member of the living dead! Has more important issues to address then falling in love.
And ladies, how fun can it be having some bite one's neck and sucking one dry of all your blood? Also, ladies, being a vampire will truly save on makeup. You can't use a mirror, how can those Goths put on their black lip stick and eyeliners?
"Oh really?"; I thought. There is nothing more romantic than a story about a blood sucking parasite. A creature whose sole purpose in life is to drain people of their very life source. Hold oh; come to think about it, that describes all the men I've been involved with!
At least they worked hard on draining me dry!
But seriously folks, it was Ann Rice that can be credited on making the vampire sexy. I recall reading an article about Bram Stoker classic vampire novel and the writer stated how it was a story addressing the issues of the Victorian English concerns over immigration. Those rich, strange, foreigners seducing and taking our women! He was a Count after all. Bram Stoker was Irish and knew how uptight the English were. Interesting idea.
Still, I always laugh when I read or I see a vampire being sexual. Let's face it folks, (how can I say this gently) a man needs a lot of blood flow to strike up the band and doesn't have enough to spare to enage in the wild thing. Hello , a vampire is a member of the living dead! Has more important issues to address then falling in love.
And ladies, how fun can it be having some bite one's neck and sucking one dry of all your blood? Also, ladies, being a vampire will truly save on makeup. You can't use a mirror, how can those Goths put on their black lip stick and eyeliners?
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
RAPE ME, RAPE ME, RAPE ME!!!!
Okay this tops all. This afternoon when I was driving I saw a sign that said gas for $3.09. Great I thought, I'll fill up when I finished shopping,. An hour later I drive to gas up my car and the guy is changing the price to $3.14! Oh please! And I heard on the news today that gas is going up another 20 cents! Of course, gas is going up, there a big travel holiday is coming up! Get ready to pay more for your flights and food! Let the good times roll!
Monday, November 12, 2007
Rape me, rape again, I'm not the only one...
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Road kill
Today I feel like road kill today. My back is still killing me and because of my healing ucler painkiller are off limits. So I doing Restorative Yoga, sipping herbal tea and taking long hot baths. Yesterday went to Vormans Bookstore and bought some brain candy, then stop by Carmines to watch the UCLA game. I was shocked that the bar wasn't packed. Hey, they're always packed whenever USC plays and most of the USC fans NEVER even went to USC. I'm an UCLA girl and correct me if I'm wrong but UCLA is a Southern California school; so why not cheer on the home team? I actually went to UCLA as well as a few other bar flies, but yesterday I was the only UCLA Bar Fly who was sipping on Strwaberry Margueritas cheering my old school team on! Love college football and basket ball as well. I live for March maddness!
Must admit that its' nice staying homebound for the day. It's grey and overcast, they keep predicting rain but so far not one drop. If it does rain it's going to be rough going for all those burn hillsides!
Must admit that its' nice staying homebound for the day. It's grey and overcast, they keep predicting rain but so far not one drop. If it does rain it's going to be rough going for all those burn hillsides!
Saturday, November 10, 2007
The sounds of silence
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
For it's one, two, three strikes your out ...
Today's StarBucks looked like a ghost town. Usually when I walk in there to get my Grande cup of Refresh tea the place is packed with people writing a screenplay, reading a screenplay, or pitching a screenplay over their cell phones. Today only a hand full of people were in place. Another factor is that you can't help but notice how young the strikers are! No one looked over thirty! Well, the Entertainment Industry is know for being youth driven and often skilled writers are kicked to the curb once they reach forty. It's hard to feel for some young twenty year old kid, who is holding a Blackberry and got his job in the first place because some relative got him in. In a studio everyone , not only the actors but down to the grips have a relative working in the studio. I can understand their point on one end but usually when people strike it's due to fighting for Health Care, a actual living wage and safer work conditions. If you get to be a writer for a sit-con (for example) the average income is $200,000! Life if rough! Still, the studio heads should share the profits. What is interesting members of SAG can't strike but Teamsters won't cross a picket line so most productions are down.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Tour of Duty
It was a hot, clear, beautiful Saturday in Southern California, a day where most people head out to the beach but I hate crowds and prefer the beach on cold, gray days where it's just me and a few crazed suffers enjoying the beauty of the Pacific ocean. So after my yoga class in West Hollywood I jumped on the 110 freeway and went to the Mountain View Cemetery for more ghost busting.
There are two mausoleums at the Mountain View Cemetery. One is adjacent to the graveyard and the other is behind the graveyard on Margeno Avenue. The first is white and pristine like a fine art museum and the second is simply gorgeous and like a fine art palace. It has beautiful frescos, enchanting stain glass windows and grand staircases. It was breath taking walking along the hall , discovering the buildings many treasures! And goodie, goodie, it's haunted.
There are tales of a sweet, old man giving guided tours of the building. I spoke to a woman who worked there and she stated, even though the reported ghosts of the building have always been friendly and have caused no mischief she won't walk around the area alone. She told me about a young college art student often visited the building and one day reported running into the ghostly tour guide. She said that the young man stated the ghost was kind and helpful but disappeared when he walked up the main stair case into thin air. He show her a photo he had taken of the man and both were shock that only half of his upper body was visible in the photo!
So I walked and walked but didn't get a guided tour. Sigh!
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Trick or treat
Am I hung over or what! Halloween is a National Holiday out here in Los Angeles. If you don't want to deal with the parking headaches of West Hollywood you can deal with the headaches of parking in Pasadena or City Walk in Studio City. After handing out candy to the trick or treaters I headed over to West Hollywood to stay over night with a friend who lives just blocks away frim the big Halloween parade but wouldn't you know it I left my digital camera at home so no photos! What a show it was! Some people most plan their costumes a year in advance very creative! After the parade was cleared out my the police , we headed back to my friends house where I did card reading and drank far too much spiked, warm, spiced cider. I didn't fall asleep until 4:30 a.m. then I had to teach a 9:00 a.m. class. Drove home and went back to bed. Awoke to my head trobbing, down two bottles of water and now walking around like the dawn of the dead.
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