Wet

No, this isn't about the mary jane or ky. It's about rain.

Tonight I went outside in the rain and stood in it. I don't even know why. But it felt fantastic, like being a kid again with zero cares. The air was warm, the rain was heavy and steady, I was in my flip flops and I didn't give a shit at all. I remember jumping around in puddles when I was a kid like a lunatic, barefoot, silly, by myself, and totally at peace.

How many of us are afraid to get our feet wet, who run through the rain trying to get out of it?  In life, we ironically spend all this time trying to avoid the one thing that might make us feel pretty fantastic.

Moral: Go get out there in the rain. Enjoy it. Grab a kite.

Hell, go crazy and put a key on the end of it.

50 shades of watermelon

I've got a ton of crap to write about, but it's all swirling in my head. I'll get the anecdotes down a little later. So this is just a quick recipe interlude and not a homage to that book, despite my clever post title, that I am avoiding reading because everyone else is just loving it.  And might I add that the synopsis sounds like the movie Secretary.

Watermelon-a.k.a. my favorite most gorgeously delicious fruit- has made its debut in my post workout smoothie. When I picked them up in the grocery store the other day, I carried two of the mini ones right up high. And you guessed it, everyone was staring at my...(wait for it, wait for it)...MELONS.

50 shades of watermelon smoothie
About 2 cups watermelon
About 5 mint leaves
A few drops of organic maple syrup
1/8 cup of soy milk
About 1 cup of water
1 scoop of sunwarrior protein powder
1 tsp of bad writing
1/2 tsp of soft core stuff
1/8 tsp of twilight fanaticism

Blend and adjust to your liking, but trust me that if you feel anything liquid and smoldering combusting in your belly, it's not desire, Ms. Steele, it's all that fiber.  (FYI-I just directly mocked some of the shitty writing in that book.)

Enjoy.

How to never eat pizza again

If you love pizza, I can cure you. Order a vegan pizza. It has daiya cheese on it. It taste like what I would imagine monkey shit would taste like, like chalk white monkey shit.mIt's so bad that you won't even crave a regular pizza anymore. It's back to tomato pie. Thanks for the birthday wishes all. It's been the best day, due to the wonderfulness of many people. Except Now Jason is burping up "cheese," trying not to puke, and my tummy hurts. He said his burps taste like cardboard that just came out of the dishwasher. Friends, go get some birthday boom boom in my honor cause today ain't my "daiya." Bon apetit!

twenty nine bottles of beer on the wall

It's the last day of my twenties and it's really got me thinking. I think I was a bit upset at first (is that an understatement?) but I have to admit that this was the best year of my life.  I can qualify that statement with a chain of events that really began in the last 6 months of 2011. (WTF was I doing the first 6 months, I don't know).

• It all started with my new job this year, which I love and which suits me perfectly and at which I met hilariously awesome people
• which led me to crossfit, where I not only met hilariously awesome people who changed my fitness goals and perspective on female body image
• which led me to meet someone who proved that I too could be vegan & strong
• which led me to going vegan for 30 days through Peace Advocacy Network
• which led me to going fully vegan and reshaping the definition of who I wanted to be
• which led me to my personal definition of social responsibility
• which led me to volunteer work with organizations that mean a lot to me
• which led me to an overall sense of satiety with the direction of my life

I've broken some barriers and learned to let go. I've put me first. I've made conscious decisions about who I want to be and what I want my mark to be. I've tried new things and was pleasantly surprised. I failed,  but learned. I've been unapologetic, yet careful. I kept old dear friends and made new dear friends. I've laughed more than ever. I've been psycho migraine free. I've started writing again. I've managed not to acquire another cat.

I doubt ten years ago that this would be where I would picture myself (well 3 cats, maybe), but that matters not: this is where I'm supposed to be.

Thanks to everyone in my life--the oldies but goodies, and the much cherished newbies. Dirty thirty will be even better because of you.  So, put one up and throw away that cup, thirty bottles of beer on the wall.... (I'm not a drinker, people)

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