August 18, 2010
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 She named it 'Bob'
For the last couple of years, I have changed my eating habits on the advice of Jin & Tonic, my acupuncturist. "No sugar! No dairy!", she always tells me. As difficult and ridiculous as it was, I did a fairly good job of keeping sugar and dairy from touching my lips.....until this summer.
Call it rebelling, call it temporary insanity (or sanity, in this case) but I decided I was not going to obsess over everything I ate. Maybe it was my "Summer BFF", Rebecca, who unknowingly inspired me. Since Memorial Day, I have been eating and drinking whatever I want!
It has been a very busy summer, one in which the gym has not been a priority. I think I've kind of rebelled there, too! It's my diet & exercise vacation of 2010. Margarita's, mojito's, cheese-fries and pie. And no guilt!!
It was near the end of June that I noticed my fun was starting to 'show'. Hello muffin-top! Every time I got into the car, or sat down anywhere for that matter, I had to pull the waist of my pants up past my gut so it wouldn't hang over. Ahhh, that feels much better. Couple kickboxing classes and that should be gone. Problem is, the kickboxing classes never happened. I now jiggle when I walk.
I hope it's not around for long, but for the time being, I will embrace my summer addition. I will accept my husband's teasing of my granny arms and even my daughter naming it 'Bob' (big ole belly). When my summer officially ends after Labor Day, it will be back to the no sugar-no dairy-no booze routine. Perhaps my triceps and abs will come back, I just hope 'Happy Kathy' stays! And maybe a mojito or two.
Posted by Kathy on August 18, 2010 at 8:43 PM |
August 01, 2010
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 We Don't Need No Stinkin' Celebrities
It seems like every one of our trips starts on the wrong foot…. With a 'challenge' to remember we ARE about to have a great time. However, I've learned vacations do not come with guarantees. Granted, this was only a 4-day 'girls trip' with my daughter to L.A. but it, like my last few vacations, started on a downer.
Like most people who struggle through the end of the security process, I was fumbling with my shoes, making sure my daughter got her stuff and didn't leave my sight, when I reached for my laptop in the bin. Those damn MacBook Air's are sure slippery. Yep, dropped it on the floor. And, no, I didn't have the protective case on it. Everyone around me, in unison, went "Ohhhhh!" when they heard it fall.
I picked it up, grabbed my daughter and went to sit down to see if it worked. Last time I dropped it, (apparently I did NOT learn my lesson) it messed up my entire hard-drive. Not to mention I had some stuff on it I did NOT want lose. I realized it wasn't a good sign when it was dented so badly it was difficult to open. After about five minutes of panic, it appeared to be functioning. However, it will not close all the way.
Being a Midwestern girl, I realized how difficult it was to focus on anything when you're in L.A. I was constantly looking around for celebrities. I don't think I looked my daughter in the eyes once!! We went to a lot of the spots celebs were known to hang out - one even had paparazzi out front - but we saw nothing. No one. Well, we saw a lot of people that gave the appearance they were stars. There were a few who looked familiar, but in my mind, a star is someone you know immediately when you see them!
I have since promised myself the next time I go to L.A. I will not LOOK for stars….if I happen to see one, bonus. It reminded me of the days when I was in a major dating dry spell. I was too focused on looking. And I was tired of everyone telling me that cliché, "When you STOP looking is when you'll find someone". I always thought that was B.S. - until it proved right.
Fortunately, my daughter could care less about running into a celeb. So I decided to just have fun hanging out with her. We played "Rock, Paper, Scissors" while waiting for our dinner, did hopscotch down Rodeo Drive, got in our robes and ordered room service and tried on clothes at a ridiculously over-priced designer store.
Who cares about celebs? Who cares about dropping the laptop? Who cares about the $60 parking ticket? We created some memories of a lifetime.
Posted by Kathy on August 01, 2010 at 8:32 PM |
July 19, 2010
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 OMG He Touched Me
When I mentioned to a friend who was involved in the 'Transformers 3' filming that I had about 3 hours to kill in the city on Saturday, he offered a pass for me to visit the set. Cool, I thought....having no idea what it would actually mean.
I met up with my buddy who was explaining how the Michigan Avenue scene took four months to prepare. The broken concrete was actually painted foam, the cars were donated by GM because they were in floods and couldn't be sold, Ferrari donated a car to be destroyed (ouch), and the 'rocket' cars cost half a million each.
I saw Shia LeBeouf sitting on a chair, alone, inside a bus stop cover listening to his iPod. Apparently he takes his chair with him everywhere he goes.
I also had a chance to talk to one of the stunt drivers and felt like a total groupie. I've ALWAYS wanted to be a stunt driver!! I must've asked him a hundred questions. Suddenly, my friend says, "There's that Josh guy". Josh Duhamel had just walked by me in SWAT gear. He was headed to the food tent.
I, as nonchalantly as possible, sauntered over to the food tent with my 8 year old daughter as if I were looking for something for her to drink. I pretended that I didn't realize it was HIM until I saw him face-to-face. "Oh... Hi, Josh"! After that I have no idea what I said. As I stood in a trance, mesmerized by his beauty, my daughter saved me by asking if the blood on his face was real. He told her it was fake and that it actually tasted sweet. I bet it does.
As embarrassed as I was, I HAD to ask for a picture. He obliged and, unfortunately for him, it started a mini photo session. While I felt bad for him, I got my picture and couldn't get it on Facebook soon enough. Although how crazy is it that I was disappointed he didn't give me that famous smile in the picture? I mean that big, gorgeous, I'm the hottest-man-alive smile. Okay, that IS crazy....I got a picture of him in SWAT gear. Who cares if his teeth are showing?!?!
Posted by Kathy on July 19, 2010 at 9:02 AM |
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