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Rouge Red

Got this from Vixen. I haven't "meandered" in awhile. Fun and accurate!

You Are Rouge Red

Of all the reds, you are the most energetic and vibrant. You never need to recharge, and in fact, you often recharge others. Gutsy and brave, you've never let your fears stop you from doing anything. You figure that life is all about experiences, and you'll always take that leap of faith.

What Color Red Are You?

Hello Michael!

Jordan that is...and most of my bras are indeed black!!!! Got this from Vixen

You Are a Sleek Black Bra!

Subtle, sophisticated, and classy. You're not the first woman a man notices in the room... But you're the one he remembers a week later. You need a guy who will make a lasting impression on you too!

What Kind of Bra Are You?

On the Side

I don’t think I’ve shared my other love, the one on the side. If yoga is my true love (falling behind Blythe of course), well then, reflexology is my side thing. That said, blogging about reflexology here seems, well…wrong, and we all know that wrong can sometimes be so right.

Friday, I went to the Urban Oasis and met Brend (German, pronounced ‘Bent’). Brend would be my masseuse for the afternoon, and he immediately got to the business of finding out what exactly I knew about reflexology, so we spoke before we got into things under the sheets (stop it…massage my dears).

He praised my knowledge of reflexology, claiming “most people just think it’s a foot massage. You know well…” he exclaimed, clearly pleased. I assured him that I am a long time fan of the marvels of reflexology. Later, he commented on how tight my hips were. Defensively, I explained that I was practicing yoga to address the issue. He praised this too…one sure way of securing a nice tip!

Ever the professional, Brend touched my shoulders, concentrating on the right one which he noticed would need a lot of attention (hello!). I told him about my five-year bout with shoulder pain, and he said the most interesting thing: “we all hold a lot of tension there—it’s where our wings were clipped before falling to Earth…” It’s his little theory. I’d had my own theory, which has been sufficiently tossed aside for this more beautiful and thought provoking one. I’d never heard that before, and I’ve never had anyone zero in on the pain so expertly.

As Brend bounded on the bed for an added bonus, a hip stretch, that I sorely needed, he said, “Don’t be alarmed ahn-Dray-ah, I’m going to join you on the bed…” (as if I’d even given pause—he had me at the wing clipping theory!) We concluded after what felt like days and I left sated, feeling taller, less stressed and convinced that I’ll have to treat myself more often to Brend—I mean reflexology and massage. He asked what I would like to drink, post massage, and I replied green tea. He smiled and nodded, another wise choice and such a wise young lady.

In the recovery room, what was left for me was a tropical green tea, its citrus fun scent, tantalizing the entire room. Tropical green tea is my favorite, but I hadn’t expressed that to Brend, he just knew…the way we’d like all men to ‘just know.’

This blog is dedicated to Brend (Bent!), who single handedly (pun intended) reinvigorated my spine and acted as the conduit to my other love. Perhaps reflexology and massage are soulmates, no?

Random Thoughts

Driving is the single most unfeminine thing I do on a daily basis. Really...and I’m all about sports, playing them as well as watching. When driving, you must sit with your legs separated, arms out in front…at least one arm for me, as I like to drive with my hand on my hip—not that anyone can see this sexy stance. Not to mention maneuvering in and out of the darned things (cars). Trying to be cute while driving is really a feat, hats off to those of us that make it happen.

Speaking of arms out in front, why do people drive with two hands on the steering wheel when we have knees?

If politicians love to hear themselves speak, is it also strange but true logic that figures actors love to see themselves and writers enjoy reading their own words?

Why do we have terms/words in the English language like: Old Soul, Reincarnation, Karma and Past lives? Is there any truth to these notions and if so—what’s the real deal please? Do I have another shot at this or what?

Speaking of past lives, I wonder what would happen if you ran into yourself by chance. Say you’re a history buff and you read about some king or queen that really made a difference, or not…and it was you in a past life? Would that cause one to go insane if they figured out that it was they?

Let’s take this idea one step further, if you’ll allow me to digress…let’s take someone really notorious…like Adolf Hitler.

1. Here’s a person who’s ego entered a room well before he did (let’s just say he liked himself plenty).
2. The ultimate elitist
3. He never drank
4. He never smoked
5. He loved his wife (I’m guessing less than he loved himself…but whatever)
6. Controversial to say the least

If you believe in karma/past lives, etc., who would he be today?

Really, who do you think???





My guess is James Frey. Now wait a minute, let me explain:

1. Here’s a person who really hated himself, so much so that his life was one of the most destructive paths recorded (if you believe certain parts of the book)
2. Just your liking him was enough to put you on the bad list with him…it wasn’t you who wasn’t good enough, it was him
3. He drank…a lot
4. He smoked anything he could fit into a crack pipe
5. Let’s just say he had relationship problems with women
6. A Million Little Pieces = One big controversy
7. I’m not sure if he’s Jewish, but let’s just say for kicks and grins he is. Perhaps cause for all the self hate… what if you were Adolf and came back as a Jewish person…hmmm. It would explain a lot about James, no?

Just a thought, albeit random.

Dreaming Soul

I found this via Vixen...I thought it was accurate.

You Are a Dreaming Soul

Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all... But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you. Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses. Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others. Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life. Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul

What Kind of Soul Are You?

Women's Intuition

What exactly is women’s intuition? Is it the same thing that a man would call gut instinct? And why are there two definitions in the first place? My thoughts on the subject: intuition or whatever you call it, is something akin to a sixth sense, an odd feeling, an inexplicable moment when you simply know something, do something or feel something (usually important to you, but not always so).

I think I’ve been more inclined to call mine a gut instinct…as I am sometimes described as more male than female, perhaps: FeMALe or feMALE, but certainly a young lady, but I digress. Lately I’ve been much more in tune with my intuition: slowing down to find a police car just a mile ahead (without assistance by way of flashing brights), slowing down, unprovoked, and avoiding a bird or a squirrel (spring is certainly here in Chicago), catching things before they fall, turning on the radio to find my favorite song playing, keeping quiet when things could potentially go very wrong for me if I don’t (this is another blog altogether as I’m usually prone to speaking my mind no matter the cost).

It’s like I’m listening to me more; that quiet voice that just seems to know the best path. Only the voice is getting louder or maybe I’m just listening more closely. Yoga has helped with this, as has meditation (and I’m sure Benrd touched my third eye somewhere on my foot…see On the Side for further explanation). Whatever the cause, I’m looking forward to throwing caution to the wind and following this unseen map my life’s course is on. Something is in motion and I just know it will be great, my gut tells me so.

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