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November 29, 2006


TuladandasanaTulandandasana is the 7th pose in my Hot Yoga class. It's also called Balancing Stick and nicknamed the mini heart attack. It's an extremely active pose. You are reaching forward with your fingers, pushing back with your raised foot and pushing down with your other foot.

My life has been feeling a lot like this pose to me. Stretched in three directions. I am emotionally and physically tired from recent events. Just an unbelievable amount of drama and heartache. At the same time, I haven't been this hopeful in a long time. Because I finally pulled the thorn out of my side. Something I should have done a long time ago. There are areas of my life that are about to get more difficult but I couldn't be happier because I've been like a caged bird up until now. Whats happening is actually very good for me.

November 27, 2006

Pasty White Girl

When I looked in the mirror this morning I hardly recognized myself. My skin was sallow and my eyes looked small because they were so puffy from crying last night. The term pasty white girl came to mind. I haven't been in a fight with anyone in a very long time.

He showed up here entirely drunk with a drunk friend that I had never met before. Apparently they had been in Black Hawk gambling and drinking all day. I went out and watched him stumble up the front walkway. Had he been stopped on the drive in he would have been arrested immediately without roadsides because he was clearly too drunk to attempt them. As far as I know he didn't kill anyone on the way down. But I wasn't with him so who knows.

We argued until 3AM. I can't remember the last time I argued with anyone like this. Running around in circles. When I was 18 or 19 a guy I was dating punched me in the face with a closed fist during an argument like this. Of course I was together enough then to get the hell away from him and never see or talk to that guy again. 

This morning I talked to my friend and told her the uninteresting details, play by play. I am not accustomed to fighting, because if you have to fight with someone to prove you should be together, then you really shouldn't be together anyway. Is it me or shouldn't that just be obvious?

My friend fights with her husband all of the time. I've never actually experienced make-up sex. I try not to get naked with people who just finished making me feel bad. Apparently she is on the make-up sex diet. These two are constantly doing things to piss each other off so they must be having a really great time keeping things exciting.

Anyway, after listening to me recite the entire transcript  (my version), she told me I was an idiot to argue with a drunk person because they won't remember a thing the next day. How was I supposed to know that. Heck if she wasn't right. He doesn't remember and I look like a pasty white girl.

You know what all this means right?

Time to change the header on the blog. ;)

November 24, 2006

Dog Fight Last Night

Just as I took my first bite of pumpkin pie, the phone rang. I'm not just saying that for effect, that's actually how it happened.

I took my dogs, Blue and Cookie to the doggie hotel (expensive kennel). You can pay extra for doggie day care where they get to play with other dogs. The call I got was to tell me that a couple of dogs ganged up on Blue and he was injured.

One_crazy_summer_jon_cusackSo last night back over the river and through the woods to pick up my poor dog. Even when Blue is in perfect health he is a mopey dog. I can't put in words how pathetic he looked last night. He's got cuts and bites all over his face neck and front legs. They shaved him in the places where they stitched him. He's got a cone head, if anyone remembers the movie One Crazy Summer. His eye was scratched so it's all goopy.

So now I'm back home forcing pills down Blues throat and putting drops into his eyes and ears. He lets me do it but there has been some growling. I'm just trying to make him comfortable. I left Cookie at the fight club so Blue won't be bothered by her.

I'm not too disappointed that I had to cut my weekend short. I am bummed that once again I won't be able to have dinner at the Alpenglow Stube. We had reservations for tonight. For whatever reason, something seems to prevent me from going there. I'm not all that superstitious but it's strange.

So maybe later I'll get out for shopping madness. Then it's just pizza and beer tonight.

November 22, 2006

Happy Thanksgiving

What's a good excuse for being late to pick someone up at the airport during the Thanksgiving holiday? Do you think saying I had to update my blog is a good excuse? Somehow I don't think he'll understand.

Anyway, I just wanted to say Happy Turkey day. I'll be spending the weekend at the condo. I'll likely not be skiing, my neck is kinda scary bad I'm sorry to say. I got the MRI results today and no good news there either. But I will be able to sit in the hot tub all weekend if I want to.

Enjoy the weekend!Thanksgiving 

November 21, 2006

You PAID for my cookie.

First I want to thank all the healthy people out there who never get sick, take care of themselves, and practice safe sex. Thank you so much. Because you probably have health insurance that you never use yet you dump money into the system because let's face it... it's insurance. If you ever do have a major health problem you will be glad you have it.

Yesterday I went to get an MRI. If you missed the post or maybe I only posted some vague reference about it, I need to have surgery on my neck. This was the 9th.... you heard me right... the 9th MRI that I have had. 6 times on my knee (3 pre-op, 3 post-op) twice for head injuries, and this time.

Which reminds me of another statistic I saw today. I question it. I don't think it actually counts as a confirmation, but that's making assumptions. Another assumption could be that someone else made the confirmation. But if not... If it wasn't someone else... It makes me question the previous stats. Ladies, I would ask to see some written confirmation.

I digress. So at the Spa... I mean "Imaging Office". (Big Wink). I walked into the lobby where I helped myself to hot tea with raspberry honey. Yummy, yummy, yummy. While I filled out my forms I reacquainted myself with Days of Our Lives on the big flat screen TV. I really don't like all of the sex and immorality on daytime drama's but I was in a dimly lit, safe place with the sound of small fountains trickling ever so gently in the background. What harm could come. I waited there with my tea and my thoughts. So pleasant.

Reese_witherspoon_ryan_phillippeSoon I was whisked away and taken to a changing room where I got to put on the softest pair of pink velour scrubs. I swear the mirror in the room makes you look slimmer and more tan. After I changed I was taken to another waiting area, where the pink velour people hang. We all looked like little pink bunnies. So cute. There I discovered the real reason that Reese and Ryan split. She is one classy girl.

Soon it was my turn. I was given a pair of squishies for my ears. Instructed to lay on the table. The attendant covered me with a heated blanket so my feet didn't get cold. This was by far the most comfortable MRI I've ever had. AND when it was over... they gave me a cookie. I like cookies. It was freshly baked, still warm inside.

Well thanks guys! Money well spent I'm sure. Cause you know who really paid for my cookie. 

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November 20, 2006

Football Ed.

At some point I stopped watching the game and was too busy enjoying the company I was with to notice what was happening on the field. Nobody said beating the Chargers and LT was going to be easy, but they sure made it look that way during the first half. But what can you do? Some days you think the sun can't shine any brighter and then out of nowhere a big cloud comes in and rains on your parade. That's life I guess.

At least what I could control about the night I did. I'm a pretty good football date. Being raised in Denver I was brought up on a fair amount of football. My biggest teacher was an aunt who lived with us from the time I was 10-14. My mothers sister.

I should mention that I was raised primarily by women. But don't be too quick to roll out your best imitation of Austin Powers singing Daddy Wasn't There. I was very fortunate to have many positive male role models growing up. Which I think is why I admire men so much. Or at least I appreciate men being men. What I mean to say is I think it's healthy for guys to hang out with other guys and do guy stuff. OK I am not a femmenatzi. This is what I mean.

So on Sundays after my Girl Scout meeting... You so knew I was a girl scout. My aunt and I would sit in the ultra suave basement complete with green shag carpet, barkaloungers, and a bar that had red pleather with tassels with feet carved to look like camels feet... so tacky but probably worth millions on eBay now. We'd watch the game together and in a very novice sort of way, I understood the game. This was during the Dan Reeves, Three Amigos days.

My football education was intensified when I entered the fire service. On a ride a long with Aurora Fire, I was treated to a game of Name That Penalty. Anytime a flag went up they would mute the audio and it was my job to name the penalty correctly or have to do some horrific firehouse chore. I only made a few mistakes. Afterwords no one would talk to me when they found out my uncle was a Bat. Chief in the department. But I know my penalties now.

I'm no whiz. I can't quote stats or impart any knowledge on anyone. But if you're a guy and we're on a date. I better not know more about the game then you do.

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November 19, 2006

Blogebrity, Afternoons & Coffee Spoons

I knew it would happen someday. It almost happened once before in an airport, but turns out it was only a case of mistaken identity. This morning at the yoga studio anther yogi came up to me and asked if I was Kelly from Yoga Coffee Outlook. I have noticed more local hits in recent months mainly the result of searches for local businesses I might occasionally mention. So I thought eventually I would be recognized.

I am so sorry I can't remember her name now. She's been reading for a couple months so no doubt she knows how self absorbed I can be. Which is likely the reason I can never remember names. Anyway we talked for a bit. It was a little weird, she asked me about how I'm doing in a sweet sort of "hang in there" tone. Which was weird since I am totally great now.

Last month I blogged about a lot of things that were troubling to me. Which was a great way to purge things from my system. But in my mind it already feels like ages ago so it was weird to have someone talk to me with such empathy when I'm in sort of a giddy mood today.

I traded some of my Avs tickets for Bronco tickets. It a beautiful day to go to the game with someone I already like a lot. More on that later.

Been listening to Crash Test Dummies this morning. Here's a cute little YouTube clip. Sound isn't great but it's intimidate. 

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November 17, 2006

Going Postal

Nothing like going to the post office on a Friday. The branch by my house is extremely busy. I don't know what the per capita is, but I'm guessing that it's very high or above average. They've been doing some construction/remodeling.

Today there were about 30-40 people dressed in business attire standing around acting very important. There was a catered table with cake and drinks. A lot of patting on back happening. The celebration I guess was for the fantastic remodel.

Basically what they did is take out 5 manned stations and replaced them with automated machines. They also added some cheap counters and painted. I walked through the "party" to stand in a still very long line to sign for a package.

Nice job on the remodel. How about making it so that I don't have to wait 30 minutes in a line to sign for a package? Maybe also buy some pens. The postal employees don't seem to have any that work.

Img_4185_2 Ah well... It was worth it. I got my super cool (and rare) necklace from Dia. Did I mention it's LUCKY! I'll need to remember to wear it the next time I go.

November 16, 2006

And the WINNER is...

Shelli from Shelli's Sentiments is the WINNER of the 2 GB Ipod Nano.

The only question I have Shelli.... What color do you want?


November 15, 2006

Ma' Generation

Briefly I wanted to say that I went to The Who concert last night. Had a great time acting younger then I am and not trying to feel old at the same time if that makes sense. I witnessed two wardrobe malfunctions which made me think about the way women dress at concerts.

I typically go for the classic jeans and tee-shirt look. Many women I saw were wearing rhinestone embellished halter tops that did not fit correctly allowing for things to shift out of place. And you know with many of those tops you can not wear a bra. I don't know how you all feel about pasties. Personally I don't think it's the worst thing that could happen to me if someone caught a glimpse of my nipple.   


If you are going to wear sexy rhinestone halter tops without a bra of some sort....

Here are some options.


Low Beams

Bare Necessities

Limn & Lola

Lauren Silva

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November 14, 2006

Got Lucky at the Hotel Monaco

Yesterday I went to the Hotel Monaco where I finally had an opportunity to live out my deepest, most intense, and desperate fantasy. I remembered to bring everything I needed and fortunately what I forgot I was able to order from room service. It was pretty primal I have to admit.

Good... are all the feed subscribers with me now?

Thank gawd. I knew you guys were out there.

I did actually go to the Hotel Monaco yesterday for a couple of reasons. I attended LACA, which is basically a small apparel trade show that caters to small boutiques. I'm not quite ready to make the full announcement, but I have eluded to the fact that there would be a new store in my future. Right now I'm projecting late March as an opening date. More on that later.

While I was there I got to say hello to my friend Amy Kahn. We even had a chance to talk privately which does not happen often at these shows. I filled her in on my recent misadventures and we talked about the joys of being self employed. Amy is such a warm person, she's like sunshine.

I did actually get "lucky". I met Dia Kline, creator of Lady Luck jewelery to do a piece for moxxie. I had a great time talking with her. She's so impressive. She uses vintage game pieces to construct truly one of a kind pieces. I'm crossing my fingers that she has a special piece that I requested. To read more about Lady Luck, sign up for moxxie Denver at

I ended the evening with my monthly Bunko game. Like always, I finished in the middle of the field which means no money. This puts me a couple hundred dollars in the hole during my Bunko career. Do they have 12 step programs for Bunko addicts?

November 13, 2006

It's All Making Sense Now

This morning at the gym, 5:30 AM, the main parking lot was full so I had to park in the back lot. It's still dark and the back lot feels a lot like Tim Burton's wet dream. Pitch black, old spooky trees, dead leaves rolling across the ground. I think I heard a coyote... or werewolf... or maybe just a world class, pedigreed, Lhasa apso someone let out for a morning diddle.

Why were so many people up early on a Monday morning? In my previous post I mentioned the newly imposed 30 minute rule. Was there a connection? Apparently yes.

The explanation... explained by a staff member who appeared to be old enough to be an absolute authority on the subject told me that they see a 200% increase in facilities starting today and extending through the 3rd week of January. "People do not want to get fat during the holidays" he said.

Hmmm. I don't want to get fat during any days. So, luckily my machine was free. I hopped on and noticed that the 30 minute limit sticker had been removed from my machine. I swear I didn't do it.

November 12, 2006

Imposed Limits

I actually noticed this Friday but for the sake of making this seem like a more timely post I'll pretend that I noticed this for the first time today. The club I go to has now posted signs on all of the cardio equipment stating "30 minute limit".

There are four clubs I can choose to go to. I have gone to the oldest of the four because it's generally not as busy and up until today (Friday) it was the only one that did not have a desk where you have to sign in to use a machine.

They actually pay someone, probably 2-3 someones, at the other three gyms to sit and make sure that people are signed on to machines and only use them for 30 minutes. I do cardio for 60 minutes. I like for that to be 60 continuous minutes. Theoretically, I would have to sign out and if no one was waiting, sign back on to my same machine. Yes, they actually expect you to do it that way.

Maybe it's the same everywhere else. I actually own a $2400 industrial elliptical cycle that sits in my basement. But for me, actually going somewhere to workout is more enjoyable the watching the wall in my basement. I could join a club like 24 Hour Fitness, but the thought of signing some horrible 2 year contract makes me ill.

So for now I am ignoring the sticker, because unless someone has asked me when I will be getting off the machine or is giving me some sort of obvious sign that they would like a turn it makes no sense.

(I should also mention... there have only been a handful of times in nearly 3 years that I've ever seen anyone need to wait for a machine.)

November 10, 2006

Closure Baby

You know the whole "closure" concept. Well, here goes.

I expected him to have a little class about the situation. He, however, left me with nothing to go on. Which, let's face it, burns. In my case, a real mind fuck.

There have been two other cases in my life where I failed to get closure on a situation. They were a little different though. In both cases after things ended the other person went far away. Wait? What was I saying? Dammit that makes no sense.

Let's try this scary thought. I'm typically the leaver.. not the leavee. So when you put two leavers together who are also competitive people and one beats the other to the leaving. Not only does the leavee lose. The leavee is seriously trounced.

Now as much as I'd like to continue exploring my feelings and wallowing in self pity... maybe engage in some blog pity... heck I could continue with a whole big blog pity party for weeks or months, I think I'll just say "when". Because they say you are supposed to know when to say that.

Instead I guess I'll just admit it. He got me. He had the superior skills. He made the right moves. He got me. And believe me the prize was pretty fucking amazing. No wonder he tried so hard.

That's closure baby.

November 09, 2006

NEW Shop ???????????????

It could happen. Stay tuned.

November 08, 2006

Bob Gentry Rocks

If you've been reading here for a while ya know I can't say enough good things about musician Bob Gentry. I do try though.

I started out as a fan of his music and now I count him as a friend. His hard work and dedication to not just music, but blogging and his friends makes him an outstanding person. When things went wonky for me last month he was one of the first in line to make sure that I was okay. Like I said before, I can't say enough.

Bob made it to the top 5 in the StarTomorrow competition. Unfortunately another artist "won" the contest. But Bob has come away a big winner by signing an endorsement deal with Yamaha and reaching a huge national audience through the show and his efforts. Hopefully, a recording contract is waiting just around the corner for Bob. He certainly deserves it.

Tomorrow night Bob is going to receive the award for Rock Male Singer/Songwriter of the Year at the LA Music Awards. I would have liked to be there in person to congratulate him and give him a big hug to thank him for everything he's done for me. But with everything going on here, it's impossible.

So I hope I'm not embarrassing Bob too much. I just wanted to say how proud I am of him, how much I love his music, and how much I appreciate everything he's done.

I should also thank Dice for putting this video up on YouTube so I can share it with you.

Bob.. You Rock! Congratulations!

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November 07, 2006

No New Tale To tell

That's a Love & Rockets flashback... I'll embed the video for jca... might be before his time.

Today has actually been sort of boring. Boring is good. Last Thursday I took my car to the John Elway Auto Nation service center for an oil change. I asked them to replace the wipers. While I was waiting in the... erm... waiting room, I noticed that it was no longer John Elway's. It was now the Magic Rabbit service station. I also noticed about 6 different signs advising "we are not responsible" for pretty much anything. It was overkill and I never take signs like that literally. Liability and Negligence are decided by courts, not posted signs. Though I might like to make a sign that says "I'm not responsible for anything"... maybe tattoo it on to my forehead...

Anyway, as I was leaving I noticed that my windshield was broken. It was pretty obvious that the people at Magic Rabbit let the blade arm fall on the windshield without the blade on and it broke the windshield. I was concerned that I was going to get the runaround, however the manager was very nice, apologetic, made the appointment for the replacement and obviously paid. So this morning I got the new windshield installed and watched the VIEW while I waited in a different waiting room. Those women are embarrassing and boring to watch.

Next stop voting... Sorry Ricardo ;) Betcha all didn't know I was a Republican. Or maybe some of you did. But this is not a political blog so I'll just register that I voted Republican today.

Then home to find I got flowers. White roses my favorite.

That's all. Things should stay uninteresting. I'm going to dinner tonight with friends and to the gym after. Anyone who tries to stir anything up with me today will be shown the door.

Here you go jca.

November 06, 2006

I could not come up with a catchy title for this. I went to my um,,, therapy session. Not only was I not excited to go, but I now feel about 20 times worse. I also feel physically bad like I've been beaten up. I don't know if that is what is suppose to happen or not.

I think I've told everyone individually that I thought would want to hear directly from me as opposed to reading it here... but outside of the fact that my life has been an embarrassing drama these days... the reason behind the therapy... actually it's a psych evaluation... is that I need to have a surgery. I wish it was something elective like a boob job... but it's not.

I'm real tired and I just wrote this because it's all I have energy for now. I really don't want this to be a miserable blog. I'm sure people reading this are getting tired of one bad thing after another here... believe me I am too.

November 04, 2006

Sleepless in Breckenridge

OK that is a cruddy post title. For lots of reasons.

1. I'm not sleepless. I am actually very tired and the second minute after I finish this post... I'm going to fall peacefully into a deep sleep.

B. Sleepless in Seattle was a ridiculous movie. Falling for someone you've never met is a terrible premise for a movie and a generally bad idea.... in general..

3. Breckenridge... yes that's where I'm not sleepless at. One out of three is not too bad.


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You're Not My Daddy

Ok short funny story really quick because I drew the 8AM massage this morning.

I'm on the girls getaway in Breckenridge. There are 13 of us sharing an 8 bedroom house. The times I've been here before I've always lucked out with one of the master bedrooms.

So this trip I grabbed my favorite room. However, with 13 of us... the most ever, I had to share the room. Actually the room I'm sharing is with a girl I know well... so not a stranger... Did I mention we have to share a queen bed.

So in the middle of the night I woke up, forgot where I was. At night I don't wear my contacts... not that it would matter much because it was pretty dark. I sat up and leaned over. I was actually going to kiss and cuddle my friend thinking that she was someone else.

I realized in time who it was... where I was... and what was about to happen. I gasped and turns out my friend was awake and we had a good laugh over it.

Anyway... I'm going to get my massage now. I'm playing in a poker tournament this morning at 10 AM so I'll be like a Pro.

More later I'm sure.

November 02, 2006

Breaking My Style

I've been eluding to an issue I'm dealing with. It involves my family and a decision that has been left up to me to make. I have been in agony because of the pressure I've been feeling to make this decision soon. Honestly the pressure to make the decision has handicapped me and I just don't feel capable of making any decision in this condition. I'm actually meeting with a therapist next week to help me figure this thing out. I know a therapist can't make a decision for me, but I'm hoping she can help me clear some of the fog.

I was talking to a friend yesterday. He's got decisions to make too except he's under the gun and has almost no time. I went to yoga following our conversation and something you hear in yoga a lot is encouragement to find space. To create space where maybe there isn't any. I think that's what I need to do here... create space. So that's what I'm doing. I'm giving myself more time to decide. I usually avoid taking time like this because I'm afraid I'm procrastinating, but I don't think that's the case here. I need to clear my head and then make the best possible decision.

Tomorrow morning I'm leaving for a girls weekend in Breckenridge. I think this couldn't come at a better time. I am planning on posting from the trip. I initially thought it would be difficult to be writing now. However, the experience has been quite the opposite. It feels good to be writing again.


November 01, 2006

Halloween Booze

Last night I stopped in at my friends house for a glass of wine. I should explain that this is a common occurrence. My neighborhood is a functioning alcoholics wonderland. Not that I'm an alcoholic functioning or otherwise. Though I seem to be building a higher tolerance these days. Most of the homes here are built with mini bars somewhere near the entry way. Mine is in the kitchen. At 4PM if you listen really hard you can hear corks popping everywhere. Lots of stay at home mommies and non-commuters like myself watching the clock for happy hour.

What the heck are we so happy about. Well mommies are probably happy that daddies are coming home and non-commuters are happy they aren't stuck on C-470, the gateway to our happy neighborhood.

So it is Halloween which calls for the large wine goblets. That way we can stick to our story that we had "just one glass of wine". If it works for Paris Hilton, it should work for us too right? It gets dark and the trick-or-treaters start arriving. Earlier before leaving my house I placed a self service candy bin at my door. A form of trick insurance I think.

It was cold enough that you could see your breath. My friends husband bundled the kids up and I headed out with him to take them around begging for candy. Of course before doing so I negotiated for 30% of the total booty which includes 100% of the milk duds, sugar babies, and sugar daddy's.

The kids didn't seem to be effected by the cold weather. Which was great because I love my caramel. I mentioned to my friends husband that I should have drank a little more and he smiles and produces a flask and plastic cups. "What's in the flask?" I ask. He replies, "Jack Daniels". Great... Tennessee whiskey... how apropos. I took a cup and he filled it up. I probably should be concerned that my beer and wine days are being replaced by whiskey and bourbon. Much more of this and I'll need to change this blog from A Yoga Coffee Outlook to A Rehab Bourbon Bed-spin. 

We walked for blocks, sipping whiskey, the kids yelling... "next house, next house". They were so excited and it reminded me of what it felt like to be a kid. For the first time in a long while I felt okay. Nothing changed last night. I woke up this morning with all the same problems I had before the trick-or-treating therapy. I also have to admit to waking up with a rather nasty whiskey burp. If you are laughing you understand what I mean.

I think that sometimes a little booze and abnormal behavior like wandering the neighborhood with small children begging for candy can be good for your soul.