Sunday, July 24, 2011

Get happy, make a list, write it down...

I have been reading a fantastic book, The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin . First off, I highly recommend it. It's one of those book that chooses you, when your ready. No matter who picks it up, it will shift and re-frame your beliefs and definitions about what we need, want, will never be and can accept in order to find the elusive get of "happiness".

It got me focused and a little high on the promise and pursuit of smiles and emotional freedom. I have always been a little corny and interested in esoteric thinking ( I meditate, do yoga) but to try and break down what makes ME happy was a whole other ball of proverbial glee-wax. I implore you to sit, even if only for ten minutes or so and contemplate what it is that makes you happy, feel good and enjoy your life. That is step one...a good place to start. I will try here. After this, I might try and put some into action. Who knows

Things that make me happy:

- A good sunshine filled day ( I can't control
- The sound of my children's laughter, especially if I produced it.
- Unexpected empathy.
- Unplanned evenings that end in revelry, laughter and good friendship-bonding.
- A yoga session that leaves me tingly and energetic.
- Playful attention from a beautiful or funny man. ( including, but not limited to my husband)
- Multiple orgasms
- Chocolate English toffee
- The smell of my 2yr old's "blankie"
- Being productive and efficient
- A nice fitting dress
- Feeling and giving love

I plan on digging deeper and truly finding broad based mantra's or "commandments" as Gretchen Rubin does. I have a sneaky feeling it will lead to much more fulfilling outcomes. For now, I stick with what I can list.

What do Joe Manganiello, Alec Baldwin and Ryan Gosling have in common?

Okay, so the need to be trite and dirty has overwhelmed me and I shall share. The latest in my Top 3 Bed em', Get em' are as follows. Marriage is grand, love is beautiful, but days are long and what fun would it be to pretend that lust for outside hotties dies with fulfilling matrimony.

Here they are. Hold onto your panties, and DRINK THEM IN.

Coming in at # 1- JOE *howl* MANGANIELLO
This smoking hot 6 foot 5 inch beef cake is stunning. He plays a wolf in Seas
on 3 and 4 of TRUE BLOOD on HBO. More importantly, he is a good solid age (34) where I might actually want to talk to him, whilst I'm licking his abs. Those deep set-dark eyes, and that Italian tickle-me-hoo-ha nose is too yummy. Keep an eye out. You know I will.

Second to none: (but maybe one...see above,
for now) ALEC BALDWIN:Anyone who has stuck with me, know that I have been in love with Alec Baldwin through the tumult that h
asbeen his career and celebrity. I didn't
hate him wit
h the contrived, and baited phone messages thing. I never thought he was getting old. I swooned at his re-start and return, and I still get tickled pink at his humor and hard-core left views. He is funny, and serious, and sexy. I literally day-dream about our intellectual sparring matches followed by some nude yoga and post-coital banter. I see him smacking my butt as I walk past the flapping sheer white curtains onto the deck in East Hampton...wait am I getting carried away? He is also dating a 28 yr old yogini (like me, e
except add 5 years and 2 kids) but stick with the delusion. He likes brown girls...there is hope yet....

People, this man played his ass off in "Blue Valentine" and has true acting chops, but he also has some serious meat on his bones. Emma Stone said it best in his latest, soon-to-be out movie: "Crazy, Stupid, Love"- "You look photo shopped!". I have loved him since he jibber-jabbered
about being a bird with Rachel McAdams in "The Notebook". I could write a notebook full of the things I would want to do with him. I don't want him to love me like I do with Alec Baldwin. I just want him to...well, you'll have to wait for my notebook.

Here's to men and sexuality and dreaming that both meet the needs and wants of our expectations!

The world may be ugly, but today Civil Rights prevail!

I've been contimplating the return to the blogosphere. Today seemed as good as any. Most days lately sound like an apocalyptic byline to a movie....

This Sunday the world is mourning at least 92 innocent Norwegian kids and adults shot down at a camp by a White-supremacists. Amy Winehouse's body finally gave up on trying to stay viable with the heroin and alcohol she festered in for the past 5 years. I will say I believe her talent and purity in music is a total loss, her soul I fear, will be better off at peace.

The bi-partisan government is fighting over paying OUR national bills. Truly, if the US gets a less than triple Moody's rating we are in uncharted territory, yet pissing match ensues. Super. Whole new meaning to pissing it all away. NFL and NBA are on lock-out because during our recession, the millionaire athletes and owners are fighting over the pie. Japan is dealing with radioactive beef due to a Chernobyl-esque situation that no one will admit to yet. England is facing Rupert Murdoch's fall from self-righteous grace because his company has been raiding and tapping personal info, phone lines and email accounts of celebrities, 911-victims and more absurd story subjects.

On the bright side, NYC is celebrating the first day where Gay Marriage is 100% legal. Civil rights are being recognized and reveled in and that, my friends is something to be proud of. Take a hard look at hetero-marriage, make a case that its been well-protected, preserved and cast an idyllic example...Right. It's reputation can go now where but up. 'Nuff said.

If ever there were a time for me to get back into meditation, and spurting out nonsense that only 3 people read, it is now. I am back to cheer you on, keep you informed, and hopefully, possibly inspire you pay more attention, live with more love and give all you have to be better, and brighter.

No sooner than a week from now, I will be back in full throttle commenting on the latest sexting scandal, recommended music, being quasi-political, quoting good movies and probably rambling on about sex. That's what you get. You just read this're in it now.

Until then...