Month: March 2014

Three Shots Are Better Than One

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There is the ideal recipe for a night or day out with different friends.  Depending on the cooks and what is on the menu, the ingredients are varied.  For example, a giant donut, old jokes and divulging new secrets are necessary for an annual Sleepover Tradition.  Throat chakra exercises, sun salutations under a clear sky, and uninhibited ‘festival girl’ dancing made  A Girls’ Day Inward one worth repeating.  The walk and talk on a brisk evening bring to mind My Favorite Kind of Date. The menu for an evening with Salty Sweet and Dynamo Dish last week had to include our shared passion for cocktails, food and delicious conversation. Our night entailed confessions of our sad dependence on peak hour Uber rides, lively discussions on passionate career pursuits, the importance of House of Cards, and some brow-raising conversation. The kind of conversation between women where the tones are typically as hushed as the laughs are loud. Throwing a surly male server our way subconsciously begging to be won over made the night complete.  His veiled indifference was no …

It’s About Time

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It went a little something like this: “We have this idea to do something together!” “Yeah, cool, what do you have in mind?” “Well, Tamryn has some readers who seem interested in meeting up in person, and we thought having a blogger-type get together with readers who aren’t necessarily bloggers would be a fun idea.  Why not host an experience for our local reading community?” “I LOVE that idea!” “Right?  And your salon is so warm and conducive to having a fun, girly social event.  I also noticed that you have a really strong philanthropic sense too, and that is important to me as well as a blogger, especially since attending ALT SLC.  In any small way, we can all do our part in the community.” “We’ve hosted bloggers before and many other events with local organizations.  We have a strong community culture of clientele here too.  We have a lot of fun here.  Getting gorgeous, feeling good, and getting together… it’s what we’re about.” mutual admiration and smiles all around:  “Yay!” “Okay, well then, we’d be …

Wash It All Away

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I prided myself this week on kicking jet lag’s arse … until this weekend rolled around and it kicked mine. You know when you are expecting the worse of something, jet lag, heartache, fear, and you think, “Oh.. hmmm… hadn’t noticed anything,”  and you are able to go on with your day.  Then two days later you think, “Wow, I really am okay.  I really am getting through the week without being affected. I hadn’t even THOUGHT about it …  tsss.. I’ve GOT this.”  And then “wham” insomnia, late night binge eating, grumpiness, moodiness, etc hits you like a bat to the knee and you are left crippled to some extent with nothing to do but take a break, heal, and go through the paces required to get back on your feet.  It’s only temporary really, but still, there’s no where to run, nowhere to hide. This weekend I suffered from some general uneasiness, but given my usual positive point of view, (though it may not have seemed that way from my past few posts) …

The Pain of No Pain

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I am a practicing Catholic.  By birth and by choice.  With that, my family and I observe Lent in the traditional way, fasting and abstaining on Fridays, giving up something, attending an extra morning mass during the week, and putting a touch more $$ in the alms basket.  For Lent I historically have picked up more housework that I would normally do begrudgingly, and I have cut down on t.v.  My biggest Lenten sacrifice, though, that all of my coworkers and local friends (aka people in my daily life) have known about over the years is giving up baked sweets.  Baked Sweets.  But when I used to bite into a rosemary roll over dinner, a well meaning friend would gasp, or if I had a scoop of ice cream in the faculty room a co teacher would say, “tsk tsk”.  No, people, no… you’ve got it all wrong.  Not baked goods AND sweets, just BAKED SWEETS.  Coffee cake, pie, a danish, a cream puff, a donut (oh wait, donuts are fried not baked?) … My …

Nobody Said It Was Going To Be Easy

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Sometimes I wish I were that girl who didn’t make the right choices.  It is so much easier to be the one who does what she wants and doesn’t think about consequences or other people.  Life appears smoother to the one who never needs to wonder about long term consequences, never feeling the responsibility to positively affect change in the world, or wish to be more in touch with her higher being.  I wish being my higher being or best self didn’t involve having to make hard ass choices.I wish it were easier for me to turn a blind eye … to say to hell with it. I am thankful though, that I do think bigger than myself. Nobody said it was going to be easy.  So I need to stop being surprised when it isn’t. Making hard ass choices cause us to question our values.  They challenge our conviction.  They make our shoulders feel lighter, but make our chests close up, and make it hard to breathe.  Making hard choices that are good for …