This past week has been one to remember and one to count your blessings. First right here on the east coast we had the earthquake(see previous blog) and this weekend we had the hurricane Irene. She came in like gangbusters on Saturday and did not let up one little bit until she was ready to leave which was the next day. Talking about a woman scorned. Between these two occurrences there were some lives lost, homes and cars were damaged and people living without power including myself. But thank God mine was restored in seven hrs.
That is why I think that it is so important to live life doing what fulfills you and bring you joy. Very recently right before this weather stuff happened I had the opportunity to do something that I like to do during the summer and that is go to different festivals. Because we have had such a tremendously hot summer I could not get to as many as I usually would. But when these two came around I made a point to go and also the fact the weather was nice. The first on was The International World Festival here in Baltimore where for free I got to see concert featuring Third World, and singer Ledisi, both acts did there thing greatly. I also visited some of the many exhibits that were set up, I got to see and hang out with some friends that I had not seen for awhile, and I had me good ole Maryland crab cake. I also ran into my hair stylist who was definitely enjoying herself.
I took a friend with me and we had our chairs and sat under the moonlight and just chilled out and got our groove on. The next week I went to the Fiore Wine,Arts. and Jazz Festival. It was in Pylesville,Maryland (talking about getting lost several times...damn). That day was also good weather day, my son Jerome and a friend of his went along. When we finally got there we paid our fee (this was not free) it was seventeen dollars at the door thirteen in advance. We received our take home wineglasses that you get so that you can sample as many wines as you like. Well of course we started sampling right away, the atmos
Monday, August 29, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Shake Rattle Roll
I just experienced my very first earthquake. Here on the east coast we don't get those type of natural disasters. It was a 5.9 and it was felt from Virginia to New York and beyond. Fortunately no one was hurt, at least that we know of. It happened about two hours ago, and I was sitting on my bed sorting out laundry, when my closet doors started to shake. I thought OMG something is in my closet and trying to get out. I was literally frozen in fear. Just as I was about to call for my son everything started to shake. We were in the middle of an earthquake. I could not believe it, the phone calls started coming in everybody asking "did you feel that." All of the major television stations are on broadcasting and letting us know what is going on. I am still awestruck and I am trying to get in touch with a few friends, certain cell phone companies are down so I am doing a lot of emailing. But all I can say is WOW!!!
dreaD
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Monday, August 15, 2011
What The Hell!
For the last I will not say how many years I have been in a self imposed relationship exile. All I wanted was friends with benefits, no strings, everything light, nothing heavy. It was something necessary that I had to do. Well after doing me for an extended period of time I am ready to share my life long term. But it has not been as easy as all that, I seem to be a man repellent. True I have been out of the game for a long time...but damn!!! I feel like a neanderthal.
The men look and they smile, and some even speak and I do the same in return but that is as far as it has gotten. One man took a look at me and ran. No I am not an ugly woman with three heads and an eye in the middle of my forehead, so I am saying ...what the hell!!! Anyway after giving it some very long thought I decided to join an on-line dating site, and to give my self a better chance with things I have decided to broaden my horizons, so it is an interracial site. I posted my profile and a nice picture, and the hits have been coming in, so much so that I have been picked as a favorite. I have corresponded with men of all different races and cultures, and some seem very amusing and refreshing but still I have not made a connection. And that is understandable these things take time and I realize that I may never find my Mr. Wonderful on this site or any other (I am not joining another).
Last week while on the phone talking to one of my sister friends, and we were talking about one of our favorite topics (guess?)...men and how finding one of substance seems to be a fairytale, and that in my case my breast and my lips are still taking center stage. My twenty seven year old son over heard this and said "Ma you have to bring your sexy back." "What???" I said "Yeah ma, I have noticed that you have become some what prudish, and very Gloria Steinum." He told that I need to chill and pull out the femme fatale and accept and appreciate the compliments and be glad that men still see a need to give them to me. He also said that the most attractive thing in the world is being with a woman who understands the dynamics of a man. Well out of the mouths of babes.
Men are visual, this is something that I have known forever, but like a lot of women , refuse to accept it. You see as I have gotten older I figured that there is more to me than just my breast and my lips, and that a man of substance is going to be looking at my inner more than my outer (foolish me). The young man is right, a man of substance is just as visual as a man who is a piece of crap, their just different in character. Bottom line a man is a man.
Since that conversation, I have done some tweaking and I have toned some things down a bit and become more approachable and I must say I do see a difference. Not only have I gotten long stares and smiles but I have been approached. I have not made the connection that I am looking for yet, but it is a start. Thanks Jerome! this is one conversation that I am glad you overheard. Till next time.
drea D
The men look and they smile, and some even speak and I do the same in return but that is as far as it has gotten. One man took a look at me and ran. No I am not an ugly woman with three heads and an eye in the middle of my forehead, so I am saying ...what the hell!!! Anyway after giving it some very long thought I decided to join an on-line dating site, and to give my self a better chance with things I have decided to broaden my horizons, so it is an interracial site. I posted my profile and a nice picture, and the hits have been coming in, so much so that I have been picked as a favorite. I have corresponded with men of all different races and cultures, and some seem very amusing and refreshing but still I have not made a connection. And that is understandable these things take time and I realize that I may never find my Mr. Wonderful on this site or any other (I am not joining another).
Last week while on the phone talking to one of my sister friends, and we were talking about one of our favorite topics (guess?)...men and how finding one of substance seems to be a fairytale, and that in my case my breast and my lips are still taking center stage. My twenty seven year old son over heard this and said "Ma you have to bring your sexy back." "What???" I said "Yeah ma, I have noticed that you have become some what prudish, and very Gloria Steinum." He told that I need to chill and pull out the femme fatale and accept and appreciate the compliments and be glad that men still see a need to give them to me. He also said that the most attractive thing in the world is being with a woman who understands the dynamics of a man. Well out of the mouths of babes.
Men are visual, this is something that I have known forever, but like a lot of women , refuse to accept it. You see as I have gotten older I figured that there is more to me than just my breast and my lips, and that a man of substance is going to be looking at my inner more than my outer (foolish me). The young man is right, a man of substance is just as visual as a man who is a piece of crap, their just different in character. Bottom line a man is a man.
Since that conversation, I have done some tweaking and I have toned some things down a bit and become more approachable and I must say I do see a difference. Not only have I gotten long stares and smiles but I have been approached. I have not made the connection that I am looking for yet, but it is a start. Thanks Jerome! this is one conversation that I am glad you overheard. Till next time.
drea D
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Canada EH!
Well it has been all most a month since I have been back from my vacation. And I must say it served its purpose. I so much needed that getaway to clear my mind and to erase some of the bullshit that had cluttered it. The trip was filled with good people and positive atmosphere. As soon as we crossed over the line from the states into Canada the difference was immediate. The air was fresh and clean and in some ways it had a royal feeling to it.
We were on a bus tour trip and our days would start as early as 7:30 A.M. and ended late in the evening. Each day was something different. On one day we went to Niagra Falls and did the Maid in the Mist boat ride. We donned our blue rain ponchos and got up close and personal with the falls and its mighty mist. What an experience! The next day we would go to visit the great Floral Clock with it's three hands. It was pretty and served as a good photo op.
Another day was upscale shopping at Niagra On The Lake. A place filled with eclectic boutiques and nice places to eat, the whole place was very colonial. We ate at a haunted pub called Angels Pub it was straight out of the Civil War. Another day we went on an African Safari not only did the kids go ooh and ahh over the
many species of animals, so did the adults.
There was so much to do, some went to the casino, while others like myself and my friend Chris found some nitelife and went for a few drinks and karaoke. Now don't let me forget about the food. Each night we ate some place different, all were top notch restaurants. One night it was fish and chips, another prime rib, and another was a full slab of ribs and of course roast chicken that looked the size of a rooster. One night was a Japanese buffet, excellent food and beautiful atmosphere. At each restaurant, I must say the portions were huge. The size that would put the jolly green giant himself in food heaven.OMG! Needless to say that by the end of the trip digestive discomfort was a fact for many of us.
But anyway, the trip was wonderful. And when I came back I was able to function. I made some important decisions, and took care of some important business matters without raising my blood pressure. My b-day is coming up soon and I am thinking about taking a girls getaway weekend to Deep Creek Lake in western Maryland. That sounds like it might be possible. I'll keep ya posted. Until next time happy travels.
drea D
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We were on a bus tour trip and our days would start as early as 7:30 A.M. and ended late in the evening. Each day was something different. On one day we went to Niagra Falls and did the Maid in the Mist boat ride. We donned our blue rain ponchos and got up close and personal with the falls and its mighty mist. What an experience! The next day we would go to visit the great Floral Clock with it's three hands. It was pretty and served as a good photo op.
Another day was upscale shopping at Niagra On The Lake. A place filled with eclectic boutiques and nice places to eat, the whole place was very colonial. We ate at a haunted pub called Angels Pub it was straight out of the Civil War. Another day we went on an African Safari not only did the kids go ooh and ahh over the
many species of animals, so did the adults.
There was so much to do, some went to the casino, while others like myself and my friend Chris found some nitelife and went for a few drinks and karaoke. Now don't let me forget about the food. Each night we ate some place different, all were top notch restaurants. One night it was fish and chips, another prime rib, and another was a full slab of ribs and of course roast chicken that looked the size of a rooster. One night was a Japanese buffet, excellent food and beautiful atmosphere. At each restaurant, I must say the portions were huge. The size that would put the jolly green giant himself in food heaven.OMG! Needless to say that by the end of the trip digestive discomfort was a fact for many of us.
But anyway, the trip was wonderful. And when I came back I was able to function. I made some important decisions, and took care of some important business matters without raising my blood pressure. My b-day is coming up soon and I am thinking about taking a girls getaway weekend to Deep Creek Lake in western Maryland. That sounds like it might be possible. I'll keep ya posted. Until next time happy travels.
drea D
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Sunday, June 12, 2011
Getting My Sanity Back!
"Girl, I have got to get my sanity back!"
These are the words that I would here before seeing the luggage sitting front and center in the living room. That could only mean one thing, my mother was about to embark on one her many Caribbean adventures.
It was the early seventies when my mom and several of her girlfriends started going the Caribbean Islands. They would spend weeks getting ready, and countless hours on the phone mapping out their strategy. It was a fun and exciting time for them. I can remember watching my mother putting together different outfits, what outfit she would ware on the plane, what wig or hairpiece, what shoes and which pocketbook went with those shoes, this was serious stuff. There were little handwritten notes with days of the week on them signifying which outfit she would ware on a particular day. Now it just wasn't the clothes, it was also the hair. I would come home from school and see the red and white Mel Hayes wig boxes stacked up. There were bush wigs, bush balls, the chignon, and the ponytail. My mom left no stone unturned when she was about to go on her getting her sanity back vacation.
Even though I found all of this amusing, I also felt childish jealousy and resentment. Sure, she made a point to do the family vacations to Disney World, Myrtle and Virginia Beach, and what ever amusement park, but I still had the feeling of why can't I go. You know how it is, as children you didn't see how your parents would want to be away from you. I was crushed, because not only would I miss my mom, it also meant that I would have to spend seven to ten days with the grandparents (ugh). When I would go into my throwing a fit mode, my mom would either stand there and watch me, amused and wait for me to finish and then walk a way or she wouldn't pay me any attention at all, she would simply continue on with her packing.
When the day had arrived for her to leave, she would say good-by to me as I cried as if my heart was coming out of my chest, tears streaming down my face, snot running from my nose, and as she wiped my face with a tissue, she would kiss my face and promise to bring back lots of presents. But I didn't care about the gifts I just wanted to go. I would even ask one more time, "Mommy why can't I go?" She would say to me "Andrea when you become grown, then you can go on your own" and with that she would kiss me again and grab her luggage and walk out of the door without looking back.
By the next day I would be over it, and my concerns were playing with my friends and trying to outwit my grandmother, granddad was fine but granny was a whole different entity within herself (whew). For me those seven to ten days passed by quickly and it was time for my mother to come home. When she arrived, always at night I of course was happy to see her. There were lots of hugs and kisses and of course presents. The next day I would ask my mom did she have fun? and she would day "yes I did, I had a wonderful time, and every working adult should take at least one vacation on their own every year." I would wonder why she would always say that, but I would just nod my head in response. Then came the weekend after the trip, and that meant a get together of all the women who had went on the trip. It was a full day that lasted well into the next morning. There was a lot of good food, lots of Caribbean music, and lots of laughter and a whole lot of
dark rum. Some would come dressed in a Caribbean style. Each woman came with at least two full picture albums and they would pass each album around several or more times giggling and screaming as they remembered the vacation. And there was always a different man on each trip. One time my mother dated a well known Oscar winning actor's cousin, she even took pictures in the actor's house.
This went on for years, and over the years they became well known. It was a fact , that when Lu and her crew where on the island, a good time would be had by all. When I became an adult with a family of my own, I finally understood what the phrase getting my sanity back meant. As far back as I can remember I have loved to travel. I also did the family vacations and the romantic getaways with my husband on our anniversaries. But after my marriage ended, and in between some of life's bull shit, I had somewhat gotten away from traveling and concentrated on getting my life back to normal. When I finally got my feet on even ground emotionally, it was time to get my sanity back! My first trip was to Jamaica with some friends. We went to the adults only Hedonism 3 resort in Runaway Bay. Talking about getting your groove back (hey call me Stella) it was amazing. It is a place where grown ups can do grown up things when, with whom, and wherever they want to do it (get my meaning). If you want a place where you can relate, relax, and release then that's your place.
Since getting back into traveling I have found that my stress level is down, and I am a lot happier. I love going to different places and meeting all types of people. I like the experience of different cultures, whether it is the Caribbean Islands, Central America, or right here in the good ol US of A I think getting away from the every day cycle of life is essential to good health. Tomorrow I am leaving for Niagara Falls Canada (I think that I am one of two people who have never been there) and I can't wait, we have a full itinerary that promises to be full of adventure. From an African Lion Safari in Cambridge to the famous Maid of the Mist boat ride, we will also visit the Floral Clock and many other sites. A spectacular night life is also promised. So as I embark on my first vacation of the year I hope that there is a vacation in your very near future, because after all every working adult deserves a vacation. Talk to ya when I get back
drea D
These are the words that I would here before seeing the luggage sitting front and center in the living room. That could only mean one thing, my mother was about to embark on one her many Caribbean adventures.
It was the early seventies when my mom and several of her girlfriends started going the Caribbean Islands. They would spend weeks getting ready, and countless hours on the phone mapping out their strategy. It was a fun and exciting time for them. I can remember watching my mother putting together different outfits, what outfit she would ware on the plane, what wig or hairpiece, what shoes and which pocketbook went with those shoes, this was serious stuff. There were little handwritten notes with days of the week on them signifying which outfit she would ware on a particular day. Now it just wasn't the clothes, it was also the hair. I would come home from school and see the red and white Mel Hayes wig boxes stacked up. There were bush wigs, bush balls, the chignon, and the ponytail. My mom left no stone unturned when she was about to go on her getting her sanity back vacation.
Even though I found all of this amusing, I also felt childish jealousy and resentment. Sure, she made a point to do the family vacations to Disney World, Myrtle and Virginia Beach, and what ever amusement park, but I still had the feeling of why can't I go. You know how it is, as children you didn't see how your parents would want to be away from you. I was crushed, because not only would I miss my mom, it also meant that I would have to spend seven to ten days with the grandparents (ugh). When I would go into my throwing a fit mode, my mom would either stand there and watch me, amused and wait for me to finish and then walk a way or she wouldn't pay me any attention at all, she would simply continue on with her packing.
When the day had arrived for her to leave, she would say good-by to me as I cried as if my heart was coming out of my chest, tears streaming down my face, snot running from my nose, and as she wiped my face with a tissue, she would kiss my face and promise to bring back lots of presents. But I didn't care about the gifts I just wanted to go. I would even ask one more time, "Mommy why can't I go?" She would say to me "Andrea when you become grown, then you can go on your own" and with that she would kiss me again and grab her luggage and walk out of the door without looking back.
By the next day I would be over it, and my concerns were playing with my friends and trying to outwit my grandmother, granddad was fine but granny was a whole different entity within herself (whew). For me those seven to ten days passed by quickly and it was time for my mother to come home. When she arrived, always at night I of course was happy to see her. There were lots of hugs and kisses and of course presents. The next day I would ask my mom did she have fun? and she would day "yes I did, I had a wonderful time, and every working adult should take at least one vacation on their own every year." I would wonder why she would always say that, but I would just nod my head in response. Then came the weekend after the trip, and that meant a get together of all the women who had went on the trip. It was a full day that lasted well into the next morning. There was a lot of good food, lots of Caribbean music, and lots of laughter and a whole lot of
dark rum. Some would come dressed in a Caribbean style. Each woman came with at least two full picture albums and they would pass each album around several or more times giggling and screaming as they remembered the vacation. And there was always a different man on each trip. One time my mother dated a well known Oscar winning actor's cousin, she even took pictures in the actor's house.
This went on for years, and over the years they became well known. It was a fact , that when Lu and her crew where on the island, a good time would be had by all. When I became an adult with a family of my own, I finally understood what the phrase getting my sanity back meant. As far back as I can remember I have loved to travel. I also did the family vacations and the romantic getaways with my husband on our anniversaries. But after my marriage ended, and in between some of life's bull shit, I had somewhat gotten away from traveling and concentrated on getting my life back to normal. When I finally got my feet on even ground emotionally, it was time to get my sanity back! My first trip was to Jamaica with some friends. We went to the adults only Hedonism 3 resort in Runaway Bay. Talking about getting your groove back (hey call me Stella) it was amazing. It is a place where grown ups can do grown up things when, with whom, and wherever they want to do it (get my meaning). If you want a place where you can relate, relax, and release then that's your place.
Since getting back into traveling I have found that my stress level is down, and I am a lot happier. I love going to different places and meeting all types of people. I like the experience of different cultures, whether it is the Caribbean Islands, Central America, or right here in the good ol US of A I think getting away from the every day cycle of life is essential to good health. Tomorrow I am leaving for Niagara Falls Canada (I think that I am one of two people who have never been there) and I can't wait, we have a full itinerary that promises to be full of adventure. From an African Lion Safari in Cambridge to the famous Maid of the Mist boat ride, we will also visit the Floral Clock and many other sites. A spectacular night life is also promised. So as I embark on my first vacation of the year I hope that there is a vacation in your very near future, because after all every working adult deserves a vacation. Talk to ya when I get back
drea D
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Spoon Fed
Where did the money go?...Lord please help me!!!
For the last several months, I have been asking myself this question and looking for an answer. I would say, I know that I am living my life the way that you want me to and I am exercising my PDP (perseverance,determination,patience),and still my financial situation seems to be getting worse. Why? I ask, Why? I know that I am not alone in this, because everyone from family to friends to strangers have been asking the same question and not getting the answers that they seek. But in the meantime seeing life as they have known it change, even in this so-called post recession. Well, recently I have received an answer and it came from my hairstylist Donna Stanton.
I hadn't seen Donna in about two months, due to the cost effective hairstyle that I now wear. We were chatting as we usually do, and I was telling her of my bleak financial situation. She told me that she could relate to what I was going through. But she had an answer, and that was that we were being spoon fed that's right God was spoon feeding us because we had been living a life of abundance and not being grateful enough for what we had. We were living above our means and not showing enough humility. My how the mighty has fallen.
I found this conversation a little ironic, because just a few weeks before, a friend and I had come to the conclusion that we were being punished for letting our wants get the best of us. We had basically said the same thing as Donna, but for some reason when she said it, it hit home and made more sense. I thought about how I didn't let money be an issue. I bought what I wanted, I spent what I wanted, I took vacations like I wanted, I did what I wanted to do because I could and did not think twice about it. Damn. And now God is spoon feeding me. Giving me a little at a time, just enough of what I need, no more and no less but just enough. Another lessoned learned.
As I have said in one of my previous blogs that one of the greatest gifts that we were given is the power of change. I do see the error of my ways. And in closing, I want to say thank you Ms. Stanton for deoderizing the funk that had surrounded me. Till next this is.....dreaD
For the last several months, I have been asking myself this question and looking for an answer. I would say, I know that I am living my life the way that you want me to and I am exercising my PDP (perseverance,determination,patience),and still my financial situation seems to be getting worse. Why? I ask, Why? I know that I am not alone in this, because everyone from family to friends to strangers have been asking the same question and not getting the answers that they seek. But in the meantime seeing life as they have known it change, even in this so-called post recession. Well, recently I have received an answer and it came from my hairstylist Donna Stanton.
I hadn't seen Donna in about two months, due to the cost effective hairstyle that I now wear. We were chatting as we usually do, and I was telling her of my bleak financial situation. She told me that she could relate to what I was going through. But she had an answer, and that was that we were being spoon fed that's right God was spoon feeding us because we had been living a life of abundance and not being grateful enough for what we had. We were living above our means and not showing enough humility. My how the mighty has fallen.
I found this conversation a little ironic, because just a few weeks before, a friend and I had come to the conclusion that we were being punished for letting our wants get the best of us. We had basically said the same thing as Donna, but for some reason when she said it, it hit home and made more sense. I thought about how I didn't let money be an issue. I bought what I wanted, I spent what I wanted, I took vacations like I wanted, I did what I wanted to do because I could and did not think twice about it. Damn. And now God is spoon feeding me. Giving me a little at a time, just enough of what I need, no more and no less but just enough. Another lessoned learned.
As I have said in one of my previous blogs that one of the greatest gifts that we were given is the power of change. I do see the error of my ways. And in closing, I want to say thank you Ms. Stanton for deoderizing the funk that had surrounded me. Till next this is.....dreaD
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Shoop Shoop
If you feel good you look good, if you look good you feel good, and if you look and feel good you do good.
Recently I had to make changes in my exercise routine, because what may have worked five, ten, fifteen years ago was not working now. I am a walker and I throw in some aerobic moves along with a little bit of weight training, but was not getting the results that I wanted.
About two weeks ago I had an Epiphany. Something to help rid me of this muffin top, the Hoola Hoop. Yes that childhood toy of round plastic with the shoop shoop sound. A few years ago I had heard some where that it was a good source of exercise for adults. Yeah! I thought that is it, I can do that. When I was a kid (operative word kid) I was a hoola hoop champ. From the time my grandparents gave it to me as a gift, I could do no wrong with that hoola hoop. I could do tricks, I could walk with it, swing it around my neck, my arms, legs,I could even do it with one leg in and one leg out and not miss a beat, while those beads inside went shoop shoop. During a school sports program, I was one of the hoola hoop girls. I was a baaad mama jamma.
I was excited, because this was something that I knew was fun, and I could do. This was going to be the something extra to my exercise program, it was on like popcorn. The very next day, I went straight to the toy store to get my hoola hoop. When I got there I asked the sales girl to direct to where they were. When I found them I saw that they were no longer called the hoola hoop but the wave hoop. There was no more of the orange or white with stripes plastic, but they now came in all sorts of neon and metallic colors, and made of some kind of rubber, I have to admit they were pretty. They also seemed a lot thinner and filled with water not beads, the shoop shoop sound was gone.
Okay! I can deal with everything must change nothing stays the same, I was not deterred. I proudly picked out a pretty purple and green one and marched it up to the cashier counter to pay for it. The cashier and a woman behind me both asked, "you can do that?" I stuck out my chest and said "oh yeah! I was the hoola hoop champ." "I never was good at" said the cashier. "Me either" remarked the woman while shaking her head. "But I hear it is good exercise, some people have sworn by it" the cashier said as we all agreed. I finished my transaction and excitedly skipped to my car and threw it in the back seat and away I went.
As I came through the door, my son was sitting at the computer. "Look Jerome" I said, I bought a hoola hoop to add to my exercise routine." He turned and looked at it and then at me, with a smirk he said "huh huh." Forget him! I thought, I went to my bedroom to put on my workout clothes. I grabbed my new wave hoop, and assumed the position. I gave the wave hoop a swirl, and swirled my hips at the same time just the way I used to. The round metallic thing immediately hit the floor. "What?" I said out loud, "let me try this again." I did a repeat of my actions and damn it, the same thing happened again, and again. By this time I am breathing heavily, so I sat on my bed in total confusion. What was I doing wrong? I thought. And then as always the voice came. And it said. Just like the hoola hoop has changed, so my dear have you.You were the champ over thirty years ago, now you are a grown woman in her mid forties need I say more? You know what to do. I fell back on my bed in laughter. I said "yes I do and that is to put my PDP in motion." I then grabbed my keys and went to track vowing not to give up on the wave hoop. On my way there I saw a little girl doing her thing with the wave hoop and laughed to myself "do it now girl while you can, because one day you will have to put your PDP in motion."
That was two weeks ago, and I have been getting betterwith my wave hoop. I am proud to say that, I can now keep it going for one minute before it falls to the floor. I keep at it until I am exhausted. Now this just might be some wishful thinking going on, but I have noticed a slight change in my mid section. As a matter of fact, I saw a former co-worker of mine three days ago, and she commented on how good I looked. She said that I was really slimming down. I don't know what she saw, but I smiled and gave her two thumbs up, and kept on walking. When you reinvent, the mind and body go hand in hand. How can you become a better you if you don't do the total package? Well until the next time, HAPPY MOTHERS DAY and shoop shoop.
dreaD
Recently I had to make changes in my exercise routine, because what may have worked five, ten, fifteen years ago was not working now. I am a walker and I throw in some aerobic moves along with a little bit of weight training, but was not getting the results that I wanted.
About two weeks ago I had an Epiphany. Something to help rid me of this muffin top, the Hoola Hoop. Yes that childhood toy of round plastic with the shoop shoop sound. A few years ago I had heard some where that it was a good source of exercise for adults. Yeah! I thought that is it, I can do that. When I was a kid (operative word kid) I was a hoola hoop champ. From the time my grandparents gave it to me as a gift, I could do no wrong with that hoola hoop. I could do tricks, I could walk with it, swing it around my neck, my arms, legs,I could even do it with one leg in and one leg out and not miss a beat, while those beads inside went shoop shoop. During a school sports program, I was one of the hoola hoop girls. I was a baaad mama jamma.
I was excited, because this was something that I knew was fun, and I could do. This was going to be the something extra to my exercise program, it was on like popcorn. The very next day, I went straight to the toy store to get my hoola hoop. When I got there I asked the sales girl to direct to where they were. When I found them I saw that they were no longer called the hoola hoop but the wave hoop. There was no more of the orange or white with stripes plastic, but they now came in all sorts of neon and metallic colors, and made of some kind of rubber, I have to admit they were pretty. They also seemed a lot thinner and filled with water not beads, the shoop shoop sound was gone.
Okay! I can deal with everything must change nothing stays the same, I was not deterred. I proudly picked out a pretty purple and green one and marched it up to the cashier counter to pay for it. The cashier and a woman behind me both asked, "you can do that?" I stuck out my chest and said "oh yeah! I was the hoola hoop champ." "I never was good at" said the cashier. "Me either" remarked the woman while shaking her head. "But I hear it is good exercise, some people have sworn by it" the cashier said as we all agreed. I finished my transaction and excitedly skipped to my car and threw it in the back seat and away I went.
As I came through the door, my son was sitting at the computer. "Look Jerome" I said, I bought a hoola hoop to add to my exercise routine." He turned and looked at it and then at me, with a smirk he said "huh huh." Forget him! I thought, I went to my bedroom to put on my workout clothes. I grabbed my new wave hoop, and assumed the position. I gave the wave hoop a swirl, and swirled my hips at the same time just the way I used to. The round metallic thing immediately hit the floor. "What?" I said out loud, "let me try this again." I did a repeat of my actions and damn it, the same thing happened again, and again. By this time I am breathing heavily, so I sat on my bed in total confusion. What was I doing wrong? I thought. And then as always the voice came. And it said. Just like the hoola hoop has changed, so my dear have you.You were the champ over thirty years ago, now you are a grown woman in her mid forties need I say more? You know what to do. I fell back on my bed in laughter. I said "yes I do and that is to put my PDP in motion." I then grabbed my keys and went to track vowing not to give up on the wave hoop. On my way there I saw a little girl doing her thing with the wave hoop and laughed to myself "do it now girl while you can, because one day you will have to put your PDP in motion."
That was two weeks ago, and I have been getting betterwith my wave hoop. I am proud to say that, I can now keep it going for one minute before it falls to the floor. I keep at it until I am exhausted. Now this just might be some wishful thinking going on, but I have noticed a slight change in my mid section. As a matter of fact, I saw a former co-worker of mine three days ago, and she commented on how good I looked. She said that I was really slimming down. I don't know what she saw, but I smiled and gave her two thumbs up, and kept on walking. When you reinvent, the mind and body go hand in hand. How can you become a better you if you don't do the total package? Well until the next time, HAPPY MOTHERS DAY and shoop shoop.
dreaD
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