An Open Letter To Donald Trump From Some Angry Women.

an outstanding piece from Gretchen Kelly

Dear Mr. Trump… can I call you Mr. Trump? Is that ok? I want you to be happy, that’s very important to me. Before I get started, let me say this letter isn’t from all women. The T…

Source: An Open Letter To Donald Trump From Some Angry Women.

a not so scientific science experiment…

with the changes that have happened at the salon, there has come a need to tighten things up a bit. I have been taking sprayology health and vitamin spray supplements for years and love them… I don’t do pills well. I am required to order them by the 6 pack and since I take 6 different kinds, that can run close to 500. of course that will last me 6 months but the initial order is still there. so I quit taking them, figuring since I have started trying to eat right things would equal out.

oh hell no, according to my body and brain. I am sluggish, even though I have been doing my lemon water in the morning and drinking water all day. I am so so tired, all my muscles and joints ache, have no strength in my hands and the tremor in my left has increased.

guess what, I am going to start again. this isn’t worth it and if I want to continue to work I have to. so if you come in and I look more wild eyed then usual, it’s not drugs it’s a vitamin load that’s making everything happy dance!

have a great day…


another 2am food marathon

yes again but this time there was a catch. to start, awhile back i got a spiralizer figuring that since vegies are good for you and they are not my most favorite thing.. okay I never eat them, happy now? ANYWAY, figured that if they looked festive and interesting they would get eaten. had some zucchini a friend gifted and cucumbers because cucumber sandwiches are yummy. fabulous thing that spiralizer. what they don’t tell you is that the food spirals out forever! i kid you not, the zuchini spirals were about 2 feet long and the cucumber spirals would have made an amazing ruffle on an edible outfit a la lady gaga! so i cut them up and threw in some baby spinach (another gifty, you people spoil me bad! wait, maybe it’s a hint?!) and some chopped green onions. in the mean time, chopped up a couple sweet potatoes, mixed them with some olive oil, sea salt and garlic and put them in to roast till soft. found a recipe for sweet potato fritters that sounded like something i could freeze. so now the part that caused everything to come to a grumpy halt. wanted to make a tzatziki sauce so started to get out the food processor but since there is limited space thought the magic bullet thingy would work fine. diced up the rest of the cucumbers, diced an entire lemon, added olive oil, a bit of garlic and threw in a couple large scoops of greek yogurt… plain and full fat since i know what they put in foods to make that “fat feel” but that’s another story. blended that, opened it up and wow! tasted great but was still a bit grainy so blended it again. to make a long story longer, the stupid lid/motor won’t come off! ran hot water over it, nothing. put it in the freezer for a few minutes, nada. pounded on it with a hammer, actually a heavy metal ice cream scoop, and only chipped the edge of the darn thing. so now it sits in the fridge while i wait till morning so i can go buy a hacksaw and some cheesecloth (cause there is no way i am not going to eat it after all this!). the sweet potatoes are chilling cause i need more green onions so that ended the marathon. sitting here with a cup of decaf which makes no sense so the next cup will be full out french roast caffeine with cardamom and nutmeg (closest i can get to arabic coffee). got a crossword book cause i am wired! have a great day!

on waking up with a mission


i am really slow but eventually it all sinks in, and the dream of happily ever after takes on a different twist. it’s time to start focusing on realizing that this is the way it is… and that it has become what has always been in the back of my mind. 30+ years ago, i had a dream. I was in the back seat of a car, just sitting there waiting. suddenly the door opened on my right and i put my left foot out into what looked like blue glass. the minute i stood up and the other foot cleared the door i spiraled up. it was the most amazing feeling and heights are not my favorite thing. it is the only dream that has stuck in all these years. most people interpret it as being about death but there was no sense of the infinite, no sense of going home so to speak, never having believed it was about a white haired, bearded old man, harps, wings and endless clouds. now going over the details still etched in my brain (soul, mind, psychie?) my hands were not young, looked more like my mom’s than my own, and my body felt soft. but there was a vitality in that spin and the fresh air and i can remember laughing and smiling and excited because finally i was doing what i was supposed to be doing and life was going to be amazing from here on out to the infinite.

so maybe all those years ago, in the midst of being “famous” and a teacher (damn good one eventually) and being a presence on stage the universe was saying “yeah, you’re a star but that’s temporary and you will have to come to terms with the fact that the infinite has decided on something a bit quieter. you will have a lot of people you will call friends but you will do what we have planned without someone at your side. and it will be amazing and you will smile and laugh and take pleasure in the simplest things and that is how you will teach.”