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Pick-up line for “progressive” girls

OKCupid, 3/13/14:  27yo Dude from Long Island
His picture shows muscles bulging through a tank top, holding a dog

Dude: Ummm, u wanna blow me?
Me: Ummm, no.
Dude: Lol. Ok just figured I’d giv u the chance. I’m a nice guy like that
Me: Does that line ever actually work? Nothing about it says “nice guy” even to a slut
Dude: Lol, of course it does. U girls r real “progressive” and “independent” these days

Really, ladies?  Really?  Who among you is rewarding this guy’s poor pick-up etiquette?   I have no qualms against meeting people for casual sex off dating sites, but not based on lines such as this.   *sigh*

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Mindfulness is all it’s cracked up to be

Frustration about the shell of a hardboiled egg not coming straight off

plus noticeable tension in the body as I prepare my work meal for tomorrow

Plus mindfulness. …

Equals

An opportunity to slow down,
let go of that tension,
and carefully remove each fragment of shell without causing further disruption of the underlying egg structure

It didn’t take that much longer.

Was there really need for rushing anyway?

Meditation day 18 – 12/19/13 & restless legs

Just did my mediation now in the parked car after returning home from work.   I tend to not meditate at night because I get restless legs most of the time.  Of course, self fulfilling perhaps this happen tonight.

I tried to ignore it first….rather, I tried to observe it.   The sensation is in so much pain as it is an action potential that must manifest into movement.  Observing it tonight, in my right leg only, I’ve noticed that it feels like I’m trying to hold back from reacting to a tickle.  For the record I have a strong dislike of being tickled.

I’m able to just observe for a little while but then it becomes so much more urgent and uncomfortable. I just have to move it, so I stretch my legs out to see if that would alleviate the tension.  Nope…. the battle with my restless leg is well established now.  I continue to try to watch my breath and observe this action potential that comes in waves starting at my hip.

I become so uncomfortable ….I start getting more and more frustrated my body starts getting more and more tense…. as I try to let my body just relax….. and I tell my leg in my head to relax….to no avail.   It brings me to tears and I encourage mindfulness to join me with those tears of frustration. 

I find it amazing that its not even a pain but I *have* to move my leg to alleviate that pressure.  

Normally in the past restless legs meant “hell no I can’t sit still like this, fuck it!” but now I somehow have more resilience to sit here for those 10 minutes that I had set my meditation app timer to, with some squirming and frustrated tears.   Somehow I’m still sitting in the car, writing about this because I just want to get the frustration out and be done with it for tonight.

I don’t know what my body wants or needs or what’s missing that I get these restless legs.  But I had not observed that it was similar to that borderline tickle reaction before.  For those of you who might suggest exercise, it’s worse when I exercise!

I sit without relief from the waves of tension that increased in frequency the longer i sat.  But I kept trying to return to breath, and observe this phenomenon.   I tried to let the outside noises be my observation point to little effect.

I thought about TNH saying we have everything we need in this moment to make us happy.    I thought about doing some tapping (EFT) to try and reduce it, but decided it would be counterproductive to observation. I wondered whether it related to my sciatic discomfort or something structural in my foot…but it isn’t every night since I left med-surg. I remembered my coworker who did reiki on me one day and said my energy flowed well except from my knees down.  I continued to breathe and cringe and squirm. 

I was so glad when the bell rang!

Of course, the tension is still there but the intensity of the waves are less since I’m no longer trying to be still. I feel a knot in my throat, a diffuse odd tension in my torso like a bad nervous energy one might get when they are in trouble.    🙂  My body just feels strange.

But I sat for that 10 minutes.  I may have even gotten 10 seconds of breath watching in there.  *grin*

Now off to my fuzzkids.  ♡

Daily pics:

Here is the crudite dish I brought to my unit holiday party
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And a picture of my festive holdiay outfit.

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Be well!

E2

Once upon a time, 13 years ago, I became involved with an online community called everything2.com, or e2 for short.

It was a pre-wikipedia user edited collection of posts.  It is still alive! e  People on this website are called noders, and we get to vote on each others writeups.  I noticed the reddit system is rather similar.  hmmm..

We wrote things that were factual, humorous, a combo of both, fiction.  We commented on posts in a passive-aggressive way making up awesome nodeshell titles.   We had crazy parties and meetups and munches.    We dated, married, had little noder babies.  We clashed cultures and countries.

Amazingly, I still have some of those noders in my life today.  I feel like they don’t make online communities like they used to!

My writeups can be found here:

http://everything2.com/?node=deeahblita

My most popular writeup of all time was a post I did describing the first time I got fisted.    Hm, I don’t think I’ve added a sexuality page to this blog yet.  🙂

 

 

 

Meditation Day 8 – 12/9/13

The school pool is not kind on Monday.  They don’t heat it over the weekend so it is cccccooolld!

I didn’t think today’s meditation would happen in the pool, but it did.  After my laps I decided the temperature was tolerable enough.

I floated for about 10 minutes with the buoy between my knees, bouncing myself off of the walls and lane divider as needed.  Last week the divider was my “wake-up bell.”  I tried to appreciate the coolness and the benefits it may provide to my body, despite warding away a cold that is trying to sneak up on me – though I feel no worse for having been in cold water instead of heat.   I appreciated the buoyancy of the water and the way my skin and the body of water embrace, giving thanks.  I may have even remembered to watch my breath for a few moments.  🙂

I observed as thoughts of yummy pervy pleasures floated into my mind, as they seem to do every meditation, sometimes coming with a strong wave of ecstatic recall.  The ice bath kept that heat at bay, but I took time to consider the reasons these thoughts keep deciding to show up during meditation.

My rationales include meditation fighting for space in my brain’s pleasure centers and second chakra (power, sexuality, money, creativity) programming.   My unofficial meditation mentor Andrew (A new BFF I met at Blue Cliff) said that they are normal thoughts to come up and that he just observes their passing. I’ll keep both my over-analysis and his suggestion for practice in mind.  😉

addendum: Andrew-san also relayed that “The traditional abridger antidote is to meditate on the body and how its a sack of bone, pus, and muscle.”

A sexy sac of pus. *grin*

Eventually, the coolness fought for attention and won, aided by my bladder.

Tomorrow I should just, ya know, sit.

sitting dude

Yay, Nature

Man, are my glutes and thighs sore!   My amigo Atiq and I had been trying to get on a hike for a few months now, but “life” gets in the way, sadly.   Finally, today, it happened.

Yet, as we Easterners know .. it snowed yesterday.   In Brooklyn, there was nary a trace left today, and we saw it was going to be nearly 50.  We had the sterling lake loop picked out from the beginning, as an easy-ish 4.2 mile/2.5 hour hike, but not too pansy, and last week I had thought of upping the ante to a medium hike since I had been biking and swimming more.  Then I got sick, and decided to keep it where it was….yet, mother nature decided I was on to something.  Or, us urbanites, who had long neglected the call of nature, ignored mother’s voice.    We get up to the trail, and, oh yeah!  — It is covered in snow up to our calves.   Fortunately we went in the afternoon so we had other footprints to follow and tread through.   Four hours later, and multiple pleas in the last leg of “this has GOT to be the last hill!” from both of us..we came full circuit.  Unfortunately, by the end of the hike we both had wet socks (of course we had changes – rule number one of hiking!) – but only one of us had a change of shoes – me, the pack rat, of course.  🙂    Next time though I need to bring a change of clothes to prevent the post-exercise sweat shivers, and pant guards.

The hike was quite beautiful but fairly ornery, given the added difficulty of the snow.  It perhaps made up for my lack of exercise this week.  The base terrain was slippery slush and awful for walking on, but the snow was the perfectest snow for snowballs!   The lake was beautiful, of course, with it’s gradients of slush and ice and resting, clear waters.  My favorite part, though, was an opportunity to slip into nudity for maybe 15 minutes, and the universe supported that because nobody came along to that particular spot until we were leaving it.   Getting naked in the nature is one of my all-time favorite things to do!   It wasn’t ridiculously chilly, and really, it was quite refreshing.  It just feels awesome, as awesome as slipping into the softest sheets feels.  My skin felt alive, cleansed, as if my whole body was breathing.   🙂     My other favorite part was the pure silence at times.   My ears aren’t accustomed to quiet, though, and were ringing for portions of that.

I also think about the colors I chose to wear.  Red jacket, orange pants, my yellow backpack, and green hair/underwear.   Straight up the chakras, there!    I am contemplating some more proactive second chakra healing, beyond therapy to deal with the abuse.    The second chakra has to with power, sex, and money….all things I have issues with.   It is so nice to see pictures of myself wearing all these colors, though.  I feel so energetically alive in that regard, and I used to be someone who owned 3 of the same black turtlenecks.   🙂

On the drive back we ran into multiple circles of hell trying to get out of Joisey (why aren’t the turnarounds labeled as such?  Or labeled AT ALL?, and why are there no signs for the Parkway North, only South, on 17S?)   — to the point where the usual heaviness of reaching NYC limits was actually a relief.    Furthermore, every time I updated the google maps directions it had something different to say about where we should go…17S….no 17N….NO 17S!!!     Of course, it had to happen while I was navigating, when usually that is my forte.   Thanks for making me look like a fool, google.

I was grateful for the opportunity to get the hell out of dodge today!

Wow, it’s midnight.  I didn’t think I was going to last that long.  Bedtime.  🙂

What do I do for exercise?

Starting in the Fall of 2012 I started biking and swimming more semi-regularly.   The scale was hovering around 198, and I felt it going up the stairs to my 3rd floor apartment.   I also remember a patient  commenting that I was huffing and puffing on a particularly busy day – and that was without stairs!

In 2013 I am going to do my first 5 borough bike tour, a goal I had a long time ago.  In 2014 I want to do a century.  I am going to need a new bike for that.  My every day bike is a 1970’s Schwinn Continental.   🙂

Between biking and swimming alone, and slight dietary changes, as of Feb 2013 I have lost around 15 pounds, slowly, without too much effort.  Just doing these activities 1-4 times a week, and sometimes not at all.  It still has made a difference!   Like Afib, my routine is regularly irregular.   🙂

Now if only I can find a natural form of exercise to work out my abs, besides sex since there ain’t none of that happening lately.  I would love to integrate more yoga, too, which would could help in the ab department.  I also am taking a swim course, so with better strokes I hear it might help my abs too.

 

Food Lessons part 2, Feeling better-ish, and gratitude.

I am noshing on raw sweet potato chunks dusted with cinnamon while letting green dye seep into my mohawk.  I never thought I would be eating raw sweet potato and it’s decent.  It is, indeed, a good substitute for raw carrot noshing, which I don’t do often because I get tired of carrots -I usually just put them in salads grudgingly.   The raw sweet potato has a similar nosh satiety factor without the flavor that I get annoyed by.   They are subtle, and I really like the cinnamon addition!

But, WTF Universe!  I bought them to bake and smother with butter, not juice or eat raw.  Rumor has it that sweet potato-orange-pineapple juice is decadent.  I will have to try it!   I still have a few more sweet potatoes, though, so some will be juiced, and one will be baked, for the perverse gluttony, yet health-ishness, of it.

The original plan of what I wanted to cook today was fried chicken cutlets parmigiana (egg, breadcrumbs, mozzarella, canola oil) and I have been focusing more on healthier options today.   I am hesistant to make them!  Perhaps I am  fearful of what my body will say!

I am being badass while preventing cancer and boosting my immune system!  Also, I had a burst of energy this evening, finally, and was dancing a little bit around the house.   🙂   Whew.  ❤

Lessons learned about food today

The Ugly:

While reading Kris Carr’s Crazy Sexy Kitchen, I was introduced to the concept of Pink Slime.  Did you know that up to 15% of your ground beef can be comprised of this processed by-product melange, and still be labeled 100% ground beef?   Technically it *is* part of the cow, but it sure ain’t technically meat (muscle).  To kill bacteria it is also kissed by ammonia or citric acid.  Yum!

The Good:

+ Last time I juiced a bag of oranges I sat there and peeled them one by one.  My fingers were sore the next day!  This time, I serendipitously learned by trial that quartering them is a LOT faster.  Next time I will let them warm back up to room temperature before processing.

+ I made a potato-leek soup today based on the Julia Child recipe, adapted by YumSugar, and further adapted because, darnit, I didn’t have enough leeks left.   Added a celery stalk (since I had seen celery used on another recipe), used 2.5 cups of veggie broth (all I had left), 2.5 cups of chicken broth, and 1 cup of water.  Probably didn’t saute the taters and leeks long enough, hated adding salt at the end, but it is necessary-ish, and also added some of TJ’s italian pancetta.  Should have added an onion, but it is a’ight, edible.   Unbalanced.  Not sure what rendition of potato-leek soup I’ve had in the past commercially that made me want to make it at home, but I will keep trying until I find a variation I like (not today).  Perhaps I will also just try again with the proper amount of leeks.  I’ll try a non-dairy vegan version eventually too.  🙂

The Gratitude: 

I’m grateful I felt well enough to start some cooking this afternoon.   I have been feeling ill all week, with a combination of some stomach thing and sinus thing and today and yesterday my liver is annoyed, though, previous liver tests showed nada (biliary colic, perhaps, they say).

I’m grateful I have consciously prepared a homemade juice and/or smoothie every day since the I Can Do It – Ignite! 2013 conference, also inspired by Kris Carr’s urging (of the crowd.  Wish I was hanging out in her kitchen with her. *grin*)  Also serendipitously, my ninja blender broke while making the smoothie the day after, and my friend and I were picking little plastic blender bits out of one of the best smoothies I ever made.   However, I ended up buying a single-serve smoothie blender and that was the best thing!  SOOOO quick and easy to make a smoothie in a rush!    Less stress than making a whole blender full.

I’m grateful I finally used my food processor for the first time today after owning it for nearly a year to make the soup.   I had bought it and not used it because, you know, I wanted to watch the DVD and read the instruction manual, and all that jazz, AND, I had that kickass ninja blender that could shred a thick porkchop for the pups in no time at all.   It was used previously by a roommate to make cakes, and lo-and-behold, it was super easy!  I am much more likely to get around to making cookies now!

I’m grateful I have a soup in my tummy that didn’t come from a can, but was made by my own hands.  🙂

I’m also grateful I just wrote a blog entry.  May I continue to write.

(and OMG, I’m grateful the puppy is napping on the couch and not running around!)