Ciao Dolce!
Another piece of news from this Summer, even more astounding than the boyfriend factor, Your Majesty ended her love affair with sugar. I'll give you a moment to read that again to confirm 'yes you read that right'. I swear to god it was like coming off of crack. Those of you who know me well have seen me comsume an entire dozen doughnuts for b-fast, you know that I sprinkled sugar on any pasta dish with red sauce, and you can testify that a pint of ice cream was a 'little something' to tide me over . Those of you who don't know me as well missed witnessing me emptying sugar packets straight into my mouth when you used the restroom, and you probably didn't realize that EVERY time you saw me I was with confection or candybar in hand. Years ago I was told I had reactive hypoglycemia, the sweet poison's hold was deep, deeper than a doctor report predicting future life threatening illness. So two months ago I decided that just because I was used to the emotional rollercoaster, it didn't make it right. I started by not giving in to every craving for excess and processed sugar like alcohol, cookies, creme brulee, rice krispy treats, all the usual bait that used to lure me in. I was unbearable for weeks. I shook, I was frazzled, and I was blue. But as with anything you're distancing yourself from, time is the greatest healer. I went to Whales for a ten day Vipassana where there was no sugar added to our meals and honey was our only option for sweetening tea. At first I didn't use more than a dollop a day, and by the seventh day I wasn't using at all. For the next couple of weeks I found myself saying that I needed something sweet after a meal but the truth was I didn't, it was just a habit of saying it. Today, I can walk into a candy store and not leave a puddle of drool at the counter. I can pass a Dunkin Donuts without leaving nose prints on the front window. I'm allowing myself sweet treats about once a week and natural sugars are okay in moderation, and now because my body is more in balance, I can't have more than a bite or two before my teeth ache. I read labels and you would cringe to know how much sugar main stream food and beverages contain. I won't get on my soap box unless you ask me to, but just know I love all of my friends and family and I strongly suggest at least reading some books on it or do a little net surfing on the dangers.
September 23, 2003
Vrey Inetrsetnig!
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
September 22, 2003
Back to Reality
Well I'm back in the Bay Area, San Pablo Ave. in Berkeley to be exact. I've decided to make the East Bay my home this go 'round because it's closer to my boyfriend (yeah that's right, I can say that all casual like now), cheaper, and more residential feeling. Can we say nesting? I've been stressing over the job, house, car search. I feel ungrateful saying this but, although it's seems exciting, it's really exhausting. Luckily I have the best boyfriend in the universe. I'm staying with him until I get my ducks in a row and he's spoiling me rotten. I arrived to brand new, uber thick and fluffy Restoration Hardware bath towels that I mentioned I loved using at his Mother's house. He's been taking me around to look at apartments for rent and cars for sale, AND he's been during my pre-menstrual readjusting phase. I should call him Saint D. I know everything will fall into place, I just put too much pressure on myself and I don't want to wear out my welcome. Obviously I have a Summers worth of adventures to post here, but I must compose a resume right now. I'll be posting on a regular basis again so I look forward to my web stats rising once again!
Well I'm back in the Bay Area, San Pablo Ave. in Berkeley to be exact. I've decided to make the East Bay my home this go 'round because it's closer to my boyfriend (yeah that's right, I can say that all casual like now), cheaper, and more residential feeling. Can we say nesting? I've been stressing over the job, house, car search. I feel ungrateful saying this but, although it's seems exciting, it's really exhausting. Luckily I have the best boyfriend in the universe. I'm staying with him until I get my ducks in a row and he's spoiling me rotten. I arrived to brand new, uber thick and fluffy Restoration Hardware bath towels that I mentioned I loved using at his Mother's house. He's been taking me around to look at apartments for rent and cars for sale, AND he's been during my pre-menstrual readjusting phase. I should call him Saint D. I know everything will fall into place, I just put too much pressure on myself and I don't want to wear out my welcome. Obviously I have a Summers worth of adventures to post here, but I must compose a resume right now. I'll be posting on a regular basis again so I look forward to my web stats rising once again!
September 18, 2003
September 11, 2003
July 29, 2003
July 22, 2003
All You Need To Know About Amsterdam
Cyclists rule the roads.
A coffeeshop is where you smoke weed or hash, a cafe is where you go to get drunk and a bar is where you meet for conversation and tea/cocktails etc.
Always scan the ground as you walk for dog shit.
The streets change names about every block.
Cyclists rule the roads.
A coffeeshop is where you smoke weed or hash, a cafe is where you go to get drunk and a bar is where you meet for conversation and tea/cocktails etc.
Always scan the ground as you walk for dog shit.
The streets change names about every block.
July 15, 2003
July 01, 2003
June 05, 2003
Ciao from Venice! I only have a minute but I wanted to drop a quick post to say this city is BELLA!!!! I had no idea it's actually 117 tiny islands. My favorite art is glass art so I'm in heaven right now! I just saw a pizza with cut up hot dogs and french fries on it. It's hot as hell but I love it. The gellato is divine. We're staying in a sweet farmhouse in the middle of a vineyard, it's too cute. I discovered Italy has fireflies! Milan was great for shopping but very smelly. Gotta run!
May 28, 2003
Progress Report
I got my first sand rash from bodysurfing yesterday morning. The waves can't be more than waist high but it's fun to say "Dude I totally got thrashed in the surf today". It's hard to believe I've only been here two weeks; the pace is so slow that if I didn't have a calendar I'd swear it's been months. Where else do counter people take lengthy phone calls or balance their checkbook while waiting on you, it a riot. Hostel living isn't what I imagined at all. I thought everyone would just kept to themselves, or there would be polite chat in the common areas, but it's like a dorm. One friend I made there said it's like a soap opera meets Survivor. It's so true. Who's sleeping in who's bunk, who's making all the noise late at night and early in the morning, who's hanging out getting pissed and stoned in the common area, too funny. I've met several cool people from the Bay Area, wave chasers, drifters, planned travelers, they're all here. I had a balancing didjeridoo massage a couple of days ago, really opened up my voice and crown energy, I've been in planning mode for rwo weeks. I didn't embark on my travels to find myself, I wanted to experience other cultures (I know Hawaii is still the US people but it was a very nice jumping off point don't you think) and I'm finding traveling alone is tough, especially as a woman. I feel alienated being surrounded day in and day out by people who I can't trust, who I don't have inside jokes with, who I can't hug. I'll be with D in Europe soon though and there'll be plenty of hugging going on there, IF you know what I mean, heh heh! And don't even get me started with the affairs of my heart. I never in a million years could have guessed that I would leave paradise after only a few weeks to spend seven solid weeks with my new love interest. Guess that's the beauty of my journey, the unknown. Of course when I'm pre-menstrual like I am this week, uncertainty is my nemesis.
I got my first sand rash from bodysurfing yesterday morning. The waves can't be more than waist high but it's fun to say "Dude I totally got thrashed in the surf today". It's hard to believe I've only been here two weeks; the pace is so slow that if I didn't have a calendar I'd swear it's been months. Where else do counter people take lengthy phone calls or balance their checkbook while waiting on you, it a riot. Hostel living isn't what I imagined at all. I thought everyone would just kept to themselves, or there would be polite chat in the common areas, but it's like a dorm. One friend I made there said it's like a soap opera meets Survivor. It's so true. Who's sleeping in who's bunk, who's making all the noise late at night and early in the morning, who's hanging out getting pissed and stoned in the common area, too funny. I've met several cool people from the Bay Area, wave chasers, drifters, planned travelers, they're all here. I had a balancing didjeridoo massage a couple of days ago, really opened up my voice and crown energy, I've been in planning mode for rwo weeks. I didn't embark on my travels to find myself, I wanted to experience other cultures (I know Hawaii is still the US people but it was a very nice jumping off point don't you think) and I'm finding traveling alone is tough, especially as a woman. I feel alienated being surrounded day in and day out by people who I can't trust, who I don't have inside jokes with, who I can't hug. I'll be with D in Europe soon though and there'll be plenty of hugging going on there, IF you know what I mean, heh heh! And don't even get me started with the affairs of my heart. I never in a million years could have guessed that I would leave paradise after only a few weeks to spend seven solid weeks with my new love interest. Guess that's the beauty of my journey, the unknown. Of course when I'm pre-menstrual like I am this week, uncertainty is my nemesis.
May 23, 2003
Your Majesty has run into a wee bit of writer's block in paradise. I've posted pix on my photos page for all to view heaven on earth. I stayed in a ridiculously big vacation rental with eight fun peeps last week, and I've been at The Kapa'a Beach House hostel since they left. Well, actually I stayed two nights at a skeezy Hostel International for two nights until I joined forces with an Iranian wave chaser named Ali. Now we bunk at The Beach House which is really more like a tree house! I've climbed behind water falls, viewed "The Grand Canyon of the Pacific", tried snorkeling, I get to shower outside in the sun or under the stars, I eat mangos and papayas for b-fast, this is living my friends. All the radio staions play popular songs, but re-done by Hawaiians. The island has a very small town feel and everyone knows everything about everyone and I'm the talk of the town being that I'm a girl and the men outnumber the women five to one. Sorry locals, my heart is in Berkeley.
I'm leaving in the next week or so to meet my favorite man in Europe. We'll be in Milan for two weeks and Berlin for four weeks. We're hoping to check out Copenhagen (for Legoland) and Greece while we're there. I don't know my plans after that but I'd like to get to Amsterdam and New Zealand.
Wish I could go into more detail but the internet cafe isn't cheap. Until next time this is your ruler saying Aloha and Mahalo!
I'm leaving in the next week or so to meet my favorite man in Europe. We'll be in Milan for two weeks and Berlin for four weeks. We're hoping to check out Copenhagen (for Legoland) and Greece while we're there. I don't know my plans after that but I'd like to get to Amsterdam and New Zealand.
Wish I could go into more detail but the internet cafe isn't cheap. Until next time this is your ruler saying Aloha and Mahalo!
May 20, 2003
Kauai Baby!
My lack of posting is not due to a lack of material, believe me! Here's a link to some pictures from my first week taken by a friend to tide you over until I can get my laptop to the internet cafe and upload mine. Mahalo and much love to my eight amazing friends who were the perfect transition into a new phase of life for me!
My lack of posting is not due to a lack of material, believe me! Here's a link to some pictures from my first week taken by a friend to tide you over until I can get my laptop to the internet cafe and upload mine. Mahalo and much love to my eight amazing friends who were the perfect transition into a new phase of life for me!
May 06, 2003
Forgive me readers for I have sinned. It's been eleven days since my last posting. I have been insanely busy packing, coordinating, and canoodling with a man. Murphy's Law that I'd discover someone I adore just two weeks before I depart into the unknown. Actually, I should feel enriched for having the fortune of spending time with such a wonderful spirit. I leave Friday morning, but rest assured I'll be posting from internet cafes when possible. Blessed Be to the enchanted San Francisco. Until next time.....
April 24, 2003
April 21, 2003
Perfection Surprise
I have several scenarios in my head of what would make for a perfect day, but Friday proved to be unexpectedly sublime. I went down to the Santa Cruz Boardwalk with my roomie and a friend of his who was visiting from Mexico. We rode nauseating rides, ate greasy carnival food, played in the arcade until we had accumulated 550 tickets (which we gave to a little boy because none of the prizes interested us), and got fake tattoos. We got home around 6pm and started getting ready for The Faint at the Fillmore. They were outstanding! The sound was clear, and the crowd was colorful and energetic. After the show we ventured out to the steamy atmosphere of The Hustler Club where I received my first, second, and third lapdance. Most of the girls were bland but two were remarkable. Check out Lexie and Madison next time you're there, these smokin' little ladies wiggle like nobody's biz.
I have several scenarios in my head of what would make for a perfect day, but Friday proved to be unexpectedly sublime. I went down to the Santa Cruz Boardwalk with my roomie and a friend of his who was visiting from Mexico. We rode nauseating rides, ate greasy carnival food, played in the arcade until we had accumulated 550 tickets (which we gave to a little boy because none of the prizes interested us), and got fake tattoos. We got home around 6pm and started getting ready for The Faint at the Fillmore. They were outstanding! The sound was clear, and the crowd was colorful and energetic. After the show we ventured out to the steamy atmosphere of The Hustler Club where I received my first, second, and third lapdance. Most of the girls were bland but two were remarkable. Check out Lexie and Madison next time you're there, these smokin' little ladies wiggle like nobody's biz.
Believe It or Not!
Sunday afternoon yours truly was playing in 9 FEET of water. My sweet, patient, caring friend took me out to Strawberry Canyon Rec Center in Berkeley and spent 90 minutes in a pool with my freaky, water phobic ass. I learned how to move my legs better while swimming, I was more relaxed in treading water, AND I put my head under water without holding my nose. I'm still need lots of work on the whole holding my breath and blowing out through my nose stuff, but I am really proud of my little advancement. Next item on my packing list; a snorkel set!
Sunday afternoon yours truly was playing in 9 FEET of water. My sweet, patient, caring friend took me out to Strawberry Canyon Rec Center in Berkeley and spent 90 minutes in a pool with my freaky, water phobic ass. I learned how to move my legs better while swimming, I was more relaxed in treading water, AND I put my head under water without holding my nose. I'm still need lots of work on the whole holding my breath and blowing out through my nose stuff, but I am really proud of my little advancement. Next item on my packing list; a snorkel set!
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