Last few days of August...

I've seen this old lady before. She had several long branches on her head that time...

Yes...

Yes, he did.

He made me sushi. :-)

I have a new baby lizard in my house! Yay! :-)

More delicious dinners!

More yoga on Caribbean grass...

Monday, Monday, Can't Trust That Day...

"Every other day, every other day,
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
You can find me cryin' all of the time"
 -The Mamas & The Papas

I decided that I love the Mamas & the Papas. This post is a tribute to them.

(Those of you who were around when they were popular, please note that I have little-to-no actual knowledge about this group and the reality of that era. I only know their top 4 hits.)

(Those of you too busy listening to your poorly-written, overly-synthesized Top 40 ear vomit, The Mamas & The Papas were a sunshine pop-slash-psychedelic rock group in the 60's.)

And it's two tall, lanky dudes, a flaquita, and a really, really fat woman.

And I love it! 

from rockandpop80s.com

I love that these people have blown so many current stereotypes of today's music world out of the water. I mean, look! Their freakin' Best Of album cover was shot by someone's grandma in Sugarhouse Park! I can almost smell the baked beans dish at the pot-luck barbeque for the family reunion behind the camera...

Today, popular music requires visual beauty, often at the cost of audible beauty (huh?).

If you're a guy singing pretty songs, you must be pretty boys. The Papas are lanky guys, singing about California Dreamin'. I am not confident that these boys aged well...

The flaquita is cute and blonde, and needed to add about 200 more calories of lean protein to her diet, along with a flat iron, but her voice is so cute! And then we have our 300(?) pound woman---stunning voice! I'm so glad she became famous and rich!  But her wardrobe people... wow, massive failure. You don't give apple-shaped bodies tent-like tops to wear! Poor thing died of a heart attack at a high point of her career in '74. :-(

It seems like that would never, ever happen now: "In the music business, we don't truly care about the music... Just money, looks, sex, ratings, money, sex, money..." 

Why else do you think Britney did so well? (No hard feelings...)

"Here I stand head in hand, Turn my face to the wall..."

A recent MSNBC article entitled Docs warn about teens and Facebook depression  revealed that because of the censored profiles portrayed on the online site, some teens may feel like their real lives don't measure up to their peers

I bet blogs do that as well. Although I wish I were a little more snarky in my writing and more knowledgeable about computers, I am very proud of my blogs, as well as my maintenance of my Facebook profile, pages, and group. However, they are extremely censored. To emphasize reality a little more, and to not fall into the chronic habit of making everything constantly, perfectly fine, here is a short list of the normal-to-wretched things about my everyday life:

1. Cockroaches got into our uncooked pasta. We cooked and ate it anyway.
2. I have tan lines that look like I'm two different races of people.
3. I haven't worn make-up in 3 days... Why bother?
4. Chewey's damn mites have sprung up again, as well as my allergies. Now I have to deal with the incompetency of the animal "hospital" here.
5. I'm afraid when we move to the East Coast, most likely NY, I'll get no job, mugged, sworn at by cab drivers... generally viewed all-around as an incompetent Utah girl.
6. I've re-watched the Harry Potter movies one at a time before I go to bed. Ryan is either immersed in his schooling or his digital galaxy.
7. This high-backed rock-hard dining chair I'm sitting in right now totally sucks.
8. I held a big yoga class a few weeks ago, thinking big bucks, only to find half of them saying thank you after, and leaving. Donation-based means donate!
9. My delicious vanilla whey protein powder is all gone. I slurped up the last of it 15 minutes ago.
10. 
    

(Oh crap, my chipperness has kicked in... I can't even think of a 10th one. Massive failure.)

That list is supposed to be sharply amusing, not a warning bell. I'm not any more depressed than your average Cup-Half-Full chap. My life is just normal. In my opinion, it's better than normal. And just because I say it is so great, well, to those of you who know me well, know that my optimism is my main defense mechanism.

Frankly, I don't know how all you cynics manage to get out of bed everyday... At least I have oatmeal & cinnamon to look forward to!

Yoga on True Blue Campus

I'm teaching yoga classes on Ryan's campus 4 days a week. It's been a lot of fun, and generating fun amounts of cash! :-)  I really am Ryan's sugar mamma!

Ryan is quite the chef on this island...

Fillet Mignon over mashed potatoes, drizzled in a blue cheese crumble

Curried Butternut Squash and Pear Soup with crispy onion garnish

Honeyed Cucumber Salad, Ginger Glazed Mahi Mahi topped with a fruit salsa

Strawberry Sorbet & Cream Cheese Stuffed French Toast

Pop Overs! (Baked British scones; very simple quick bread)

Pop over dowsed in honey butter, coveted by a shaky shih tzu

"Grenadian" is its own language....

I have a Grenadian acquaintance who is an undergraduate student at SGU. She is a psychology major, very active in women's rights, and a phenomenal poet. I'm really trying to emphasize how intelligent and competent she is.

This was her Facebook status recently:

"So ah glad killa en win...woye!!!"

 I have no idea... what that is.

 

Anniversary

Well, Ryan & I made it 3 whole married years! 

I got all squeaky-cleaned up & we headed to Mount Cinnamon Resort's fine dining restaurant in a voodoo taxi. The presentation of the food was fabulous (we love that stuff!) and I got bit a thousand times because I forgot to put on bug spray again. I’m so retarded. 

Other than that, it was your typical, run-of-the-mill, fabulously romantic dinner for two-still-in-love.

Mount Cinnamon fine dining

He gave me an ivory silk robe—perfect for the Caribbean!