go ahead...you know you want to

"Draw a crazy picture,

Write a nutty poem,

Sing a mumble-gumble song,

Whistle through your comb.

Do a loony-goony dance

'Cross the kitchen floor,

Put something silly in the world

That ain't been there before."

-Shel Silverstein

Seriousness and responsibility, introspection and pondering, self-reflection, deep thinking, reevaluating what one is doing in/to the World......all have their place, but there also needs to be some time for simple silliness. It truly is about balance. A life only focusing on the negative leads only to negativity: depression, heart disease, isolation...the list goes on. Who wants to die of seriousness? Who wants to look back during the twilight of life and think, "I am so glad I did not take the time to experience joy?" No me! I'm going to go and do a loony-goony dance now. Care to join me?

run, melissa, run

The workouts are certainly getting easier, the "morning after ouchies", not so ouchie anymore. Now I would like to find some good, safe places to jog. There does not seem to be any tracks within walking distance and the sidewalks/roads are not the best. I suppose I can drive somewhere, but I do love the convenience of stepping out my front door and beginning my workout immediately. I would also like to find a 10k on LI to use as motivation. Back in Colorado I was training myself for the Bolder Boulder, but became really sick a month before it and had to stop running. Prior to that, I was amazed at how my body adapted to training and how much I actually enjoyed running. I have that itch again, to run. There is some sense of accomplishment with increased distances run and a means to clear my and ground myself mind while doing it.

happy birthday, mommola pastramola

She's just like a mom....only smaller!

(Seriously, don't know how I came from her. Good thing I wasn't a big baby!)

And it's her birthday!!!!

Woot Woot! When I was young, every year she told me that she was turning 23.

After, oh say, the fourth year, I caught on.

And I cried and cried.

Not because she wasn't 23,

but because she lied to me!

(I can't believe my mother lied to me!!!! waaaaaa!

I think I may have aged her a lot that year.)

Then I accepted it and happily became older than her

on my 24th birthday.

HAPPY 23RD BIRTHDAY, MOM!

You don't look a day over 22!

no suntan here

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It was a beautiful day to be hiking on the beach. We bundled up in many layers, only to find that it was not cold and windy. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and the sound of the waves were relaxing. We hiked for an hour, trudging through the soft sand and finding amusement in the swift legs of the piping plovers. This is how I enjoy the beach, not by slathering myself with oil and cooking myself on a beach towel. Where's the fun in that? I would rather move my body, enjoy the sights and collect some interesting shells, stones and beach glass. Ah, the clean smell of the ocean air on a crisp February day. This is living.

shuffled off this mortal coil

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Friday night, feeling extremely agitated,
I went to bed at 8:21
Woke up at 7:00 the next morning

Turns out, that same Friday night
My neighbor died of a heart attack

Didn't know her much
Moved in here in November
Polite hellos and nice to meet you
Were the only exchanges

She seemed nice
Was a home health aide
and smoked incessantly
Her nephew had just temporarily moved in after being kicked out by his girlfriend
That is all I knew

Sometimes it is difficult to understand the energy you are feeling, especially agitation, when you are unaware of what it happening right next door. Now that I know, it doesn't necessarily make experiencing the energy any easier, but at least I understand.

The rest of the weekend was positive; Worked out on Saturday, went for a walk on the beach Sunday morning and had dinner with family for a "Happy two days before your birthday, mom" party. (Tuesday, she turns 23 again.)

Now, to start a new week and see what transpires. I hope my neighbor's family heals quickly. I hope to enjoy nature more. I hope to treat my body in ways that makes it happy and healthy. I hope to spend more time with family and friends. I hope to learn some more wisdom from my mother. I hope for calm and joy and feeling grounded, for everyone.

this is good for me???

In my never-ending journey to get and stay healthy and fit, I started lifting weights again. Monday and Wednesday, I hit the gym and did two full-body workouts. I have not done any hardcore weight workouts in a long time, preferring less strenuous, but healthy activities such as yoga, walking and biking. Gauging by the way my body is responding to lifting I NEED the resistance training.

Oh yes, I hurt and will probably be rather sore tomorrow (damn you weak calf muscles!!) however, it is a good kind of hurt. The kind that says, "You did a good job and you are getting strong again". For that, I cannot complain. I feel good in my soreness, and proud of myself for lifting again.

Oh, and by "gym" I don't mean "fitness center". Lucky for me, my parents have a full gym in their basement and even a hot tub to soak sore muscles. My father joked, "The gym is free but the spa will cost ten bucks." To which I responded by showing up last night with a membership card clearly stating that the spa is included with my membership. Silly father, you forget you raised a kid with a snarky sense of humor and an ability to cleverly get around roadblocks. Woot Woot! .......now where's the Icy-Hot?

shhhhhhhh

(This entry is copied from The Writer's Almanac, but I wanted to share it with you all.)

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It's the anniversary of the first state literature censorship board in the country. On this day, 55 years ago (1953), the Georgia Assembly unanimously voted to create the Georgia Literature Commission, a censorship board that would keep "obscene" literature out of the state. The commission defined obscenity as "literature offensive to chastity or modesty." Three men made up the commission; one of them, a Baptist minister. If these three men decided something was obscene, they had the power to prevent its sale and could also recommend criminal prosecution.

The commission took offense to J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye and Norman Mailer's The Naked and the Dead, among others, but the commission found its match when it ruled Alan Marshall's Sin Whisper obscene. Its war against the book marked the beginning of the end for the commission, as its decision was reversed by the U.S. Supreme Court. The board faded out of existence after 1973, a victim of budget cuts.

from The Writer's Almanac 2.19.2008

commissioned, well sort of

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I actually got a request for an original MiSo New York piece of jewelry. Here's the bracelet I came up with using the requestor's guidelines. It was liked. Now if only I charged money for it...... Sigh, no really, Etsy soon to come.