Go and see it ASAP!Wendy and I saw it on Tueday after work and laughed our asses off through the entire movie.
I highly recommmed it and give it an around the world and back snap with both hands!
Emily left last night. My long weekend is over and I am back in the real world, ugh. We had a wonderful weekend though.
It was a wonderful long weekend spent with my favorite person, my sister. I can't wait until the next time we can spend time together. I feel whole when I am with her. She makes me laugh like none other and I can be myself with no judgments PLUS she calls me on all of my shit all of the time. No one can do that like a sister, they know you better than anyone. It can hurt at times, but deep inside you know she is right. I do the same for her, I am the reality check.
Yesterday, Emily came to my office in the afternoon. It was so funny because I didn't know when she was going to arrive (she was on the bus) and I got this weird feeling that she might be here and once I walked into the lobby she was getting off the elevator. You know when you have a wire with someone or a line? Like you are on the same wave length? Emily and I are totally like that, it is great. She hung out with me at work for the last 2 hours of my day and then we left and went to Yoga. I was trying to be serious about my practice last night but there was one moment that we almost started laughing because we had to face each other in a pose. The class was nice and mellow but challenging at the same time. Emily loved it. I was so happy to share my yoga practice with her, it is a very personal thing to me and something I generally do alone for myself, it is my escape. After class we went to Cafe Gratitude (http://www.withthecurrent.com/cafe.html). It was so hard to make a decision about what to order because everything there is so damn good. We got a Caesar salad, pizza and nachos and for dessert - chocolate mousse pie and strawberry cheesecake (it is all raw and vegan and INCREDIBLE).
So, last night Emily, Wendy and I went to Laughing Meditation. It is basically some asanas, chanting and meditation followed by conscious laughter for 15-20 minutes. The class was the largest I have ever seen (I have taken it a couple times before with Wendy). At first some folks have trouble getting into it, but once you start laughing, it is hard to stop. The laughter is followed by a short silent meditation and closing chants but the best thing is, the instructor has trouble stopping her laughter and once all of us are silent it is guaranteed someone is going to giggle and then the entire room roars again. It took about 4 attempts last night to get us all settled. It is great therapy to get things out, I laugh so hard I cry and that makes me laugh even harder not to mention it is a great ab workout. The people this class attracts are from all walks of life, it is incredible some of things we witnessed last night. I won't give any examples though, I want to be a good yogi. Emily liked the asana part more than the laughing and is looking forward to our regular yoga class tonight.
Emily arrived last night so with that said, I should either have exciting things to write this week or nothing at all due to the fact that I may be so tired that I can't type.
Below is from a fun card I have at my desk as a reminder to drink more water - enjoy!Most important of all: Use your lunch time like a meditation. No calls or typing while you eat!
I went to yoga last night and felt such a great surge of energy afterwards, a calm warm energy, not hyper and full of anxiety or anything like that. It was like I was wrapped in a warm blanket of light energizing my soul.
I had the perfect Sunday.
I went and saw A Chorus Line with this weekend and it was awesome! You know, they did the casting for the revival here in San Francisco and the cast is wonderful. It is running here before Broadway. I was a little scared they would change it too much, you know, "modernize" but they didn't. Everything from the leotards, clothing and gold lame suits were unchanged.PS - Leotard is not on the spell checker on Blogger, what up with that?
Did anyone feel the earthquake last night?
1 cup uncooked milletI know these sound really hippy dippy, but they are good. As always, you can use what seeds and nut butters you have at home. I like to use chopped, dried cranberries instead of currents too. Mix it up and have fun.
I would be interested if these are heat proof - I was thinking they would be a good hiking snack, but not sure how they would hold up.
Ever since elementary school I have always upped the ante on reading books over the summer. This summer I have been trading in used books with the local used book store. I recently discovered their tiny selection of books on tape (or CD) and thought, why the heck not? On top of the current book I am reading (Shanghai Diary) I am also reading (listening to) another book! The trick is to get them so different from each other so you can't get them confused. It is fabulous and makes me look forward to my commute every day. By the end of this week, I will have one more book checked off my list. Another trick is to make sure the narrator is a good one. I know it is hard to tell sometimes. The best luck I have had is when the author is reading it or an actor - the one I have now is read by Kathy Najimy, who is wonderful.
I went to the Legion of Honor this weekend to meet up with Angela and Jan (we are the Museum Trio) to check out the Monet in Normandy exhibit. The art and the company were amazing as always. I think the thing I like best at museums, is checking out people's expressions when they are looking at the exhibits. Whether they are squinting to take in every brush stroke or their mouths are hanging wide open and they look like they are thinking "how did he do that?" I love it. What is the art saying to them I wonder. Art touches people in so many ways and speaks to some of us and does not say a word to others. It was nice to see mothers with their daughters, some of them not speaking but letting the art bridge the communication gap between them. It is nice to go to the museum with non-critical people, just a couple normal gals enjoying each others company looking at art without trying to analyze every piece. I just want to look and enjoy.
The fog is back and the hot weather in the city is over for the time being, or at least it is by the time I get home from work. The city is weird without the fog. As much as it blocks out the sun in the late afternoon, it also keeps us cool under it's white fluffy blanket. Fortunately, in my neighborhood it burns off before it reaches us but we still get the cooling effect, I love it.
I had the most lovely dream last night. My Mom, Dad and I went to pick up my Grandma from the nursing home to take her out to an antique mall. Not sure if all of you know, but my Grandma (Nettie Jane) passed away January 2001 and visits me occasionally in my sleep, I love it. We went to the door of her room to pick her up, as we approached she opened the door and was wearing a really cool pair of modern slim jeans, black vans and a white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She greeted us with the exuberance I remember she had when I was a child. She always had a ready to take on the world and life is too short attitude. Her face was the same as it was the last time I saw her in life, but she was up and moving around. She had a tote bag slung over her shoulder and told us to get the show on the road. Well, the rest of us couldn't believe our eyes. She was up and walking, even skipping about with excitement about our outing! We asked her what happened because the last time we were there to visit her she couldn't get out of bed and she had been using a walker or a wheelchair for almost 10 years. She said she woke up and felt great and "this is how I am now". Stunned, we proceeded to the antique mall and it was actually the market I go to in Saigon, but it was all American and filled to the gills with great antiques. Each dealer had an elaborately decorated entrance into their stall. Some with narrow Moroccan doors you had to squeeze through, others with old, heavy velvet curtains pulled aside for our entry. We weaved in and out checking out all of the wares. My Grandma was so sassy swinging her bag and dancing around exaggerating the swivel of her hips with the beat of the old music that was playing. It was one of the best dreams I have had in a while. I love that she visits me in my sleep, I love that I can still have conversations with her. Her spirit is alive in me and that makes me so happy.