Crunchy or Puffy?

What's your favorite? This is one of the hardest questions a person can ask me. In fact, when the words 'what's your favorite blah blah blah' come out of someone's mouth, I cringe. Not because I don't like you, or your question, but because I'm afraid I just can't answer you. Is it wrong that I cannot give you an answer?

Some ever so popular questions that I can never, ever answer are:

• Where was your favorite place to live?
  
• What's your favorite food?
  
• What's your favorite movie?
• What's your favorite color? (Ok, I do have an answer for this one...)
  
• What's your favorite restaurant?
• What's your favorite show?
  
• Crunchy or puffy?
• What's your favorite drink?
• What's your favorite animal?
• What's your favorite book?
  
• And so on, and so on, and so on.

So back to my question, is it wrong that I can not give these people an answer? Here's how I look at it - I'm open minded. Why would I ever want to pick a favorite when there are so many options out there? What if they are all my favorites? What if I like two more than the other options, but I don't like one of those two more than the other. And, what if there is an option that you are about to introduce to me, but because I already have a favorite, you hold out on me?

Or, and more likely to be true, I may change my mood tomorrow (it may even be within the hour, realistically the minute) and I will have a new favorite. Then, I will have to run around to find you just to let you know that my favorite has changed.

I Love Peanut Butter; Doesn't Mean I'm Going to Marry It

Open your eyes, look around (the full, bright moon in the black sky). Open your ears, and listen (a special little boy giggling). Open your mouth, and taste (mom's meals, made with love). Open your hand, feel (soft white fur on the dog). Take a deep breath, smell (the soft scent of cologne on the man with love).

As unfortunate, as unlucky and as sorry for ourselves as we feel, there are so many things to love in this life, just pay attention.

Pay attention. I love loving; O-town; the boys (yes, this includes Chloe); my Dad going and getting me a Starbucks after I ask him 14 times; facebook; my Sister wanting to know every detail of my 'juicy' life; shopping with my Mom almost every Sunday; delicious; kisses all over baby Chloe's soft skin; saying things so Spencey repeats; dancing in the rain (I'm not just saying this, I really do love it); gossiping with the girls; drinking a glass of wine, then another, then another, then a beer; massages; being completely myself with those people who know me best; saying things to make you blush; giving advice; picking on the 'Lil One; trips to San Diego; singing in the shower, in the car, while I put on my make up, while I make dinner.....; zebras; ice cream; an action movie in the theater; football; being loved; laughing so hard my stomach kills (yes, it is the best pain ever); up in the gym just working on my fitness; nail polish; Black Eyed Peas; standing completely still and letting just my hair blow in the wind; my shows; Uptown Girls; The Spilled Canvas; shopping; flowers for absolutely any occasion in any room, anywhere, anytime; fabulous; making your recipe, but healthier; drop it like it's hot; lovins; my ladies - the honest one, the crazy one, the quiet one, the silly one, the fun time one...oh, and my girls; romance; lyrics and songs that were written just for me (even if the artist didn't know it when he was writing it); peanut butter on my bagel, pretzels, apples, in a spoon, crackers, toast..................................

Ah yes, life is good, even quite fabulous!! Cheers.

Dance Like No One Is Watching

Look to your left, look to your right...everybody's doing it, and nobody is watching you. So, focus your attention straight ahead and look into the floor to ceiling, wall length mirror right in front of you, and just let loose. That's right ladies, were talking "Zamba". This is not your regular dance mix, and definitely not your regular work out class. In "Zamba", you are going to do moves that feel awkward, and when you do look at that girl in your reflection, she will be moving in ways that are hard to define as 'sexy'.

As my friend and I stomped our feet, shook our jigglies and tried our hardest to be 'flirty', I couldn't help but wonder what those guys that I swear I saw peeping through the curtains in the window were thinking.

I'm sure they couldn't be thinking that the actual definition of "Zamba" is - a fusion of body sculpting movements with easy to follow dance steps to the tune of Latin and International music. Instead, they must be thinking that yes, the Tease-Studio definition must be correct - fusion of latin rhythyms & easy to follow moves creates a dynamic fitness class that will blow you away. get a workout, get hooked, LOVE it. incorporates beginning pole tricks. (Wait, where were the pole tricks tonight? I will tell you I wanted more than anything to bust a move on that long stick as I kept doing free-spirited skips past the pole in the middle of the room.)

So here's my definition of "Zamba" - This is a dance that will tell you a lot about yourself. You will learn dances of all genres. You will learn if you are coordinated. You will learn how to not only enjoy dancing (which trust me, is one of the things I enjoy most), but to give yourself a good, sweaty work out while doing so. You will learn that although you WILL be embarrassed, you better do the dance move or the 'instructor' will call you out. You will learn to let go of your inhibitions. That although you might be quacking like a duck and you may be saying the word 'duck', you do indeed look like a duck. And, quite surprisingly, you will learn that although you've been telling people all day that you are going to "Zamba" class, it is actually Zumba class.

Most of all, and most importantly, my #1 definition of Zumba - you will learn how to dance like noone's watching, because you have no other choice. And this my friends, are words (and actions) I live by.

This post is dedicated to Miss Laura Sands - cuz she's hot and, trust me, she's got coordination.

Good Enough To Eat

Yummy! What's delicious? A woman with character.

How boring would it be if all women were the same and if every woman liked the same thing about herself as the woman walking on her left and on her right. From day one, a girl knows what she is good at and what she is not good at, and from there she builds CHARACTER.

First Flava: Don't cross her. She knows what she wants, she is determined, and she won't back off until she gets it. Some call her stubborn, she calls herself confident. She will step on toes, she's not afraid to stab someone in the back, and she breaks hearts - she will get what she wants. But, when it comes to her friends, there is nothing she holds on a higher pedestal. Not a man, not her co-workers and definitely not her family, who she no longer knows or speaks to. Let's call her powerful.

Second Flava: What could be more attractive than her sweet face? How about her ability to make anyone who comes in contact with her melt in her hand? While most people can't take their eyes off of her, even more people can't help but bend over backwards to get her exactly what she wants. And, she has no hidden motive. Let's call her innocent.

Third Flava: She's hot, she's irresistible, and she lives by no rules. You don't want her flirting with your boyfriend at the bar, you don't want her running in to your man at the ball game, and you definitely don't want her working with your husband. She likes to have fun, and she does what she wants, as long as she has a good time. Let's call her dangerous.

Fourth Flava: She says what's on every woman's mind, but what no woman will ever say (except her). She'll tell you how she can't move on from fantasizing about her co-worker, how the woman sitting at the next table needs a major dye job, and how many women just want to get laid, no obligation, no connections. She'll say it loud and proud, and she won't care who's around to hear it. Let's call her honest.

Fifth Flava: She is shy, timid, predictable and has no confidence. That's right, none. She lives her life vicariously through her friends, and while she wants to be more daring and wants to live on the edge, she can't take that step and continues to live her life, day-by-day, doing the same thing and making the same choice today as she made yesterday. Let's call her sheltered.

Mix all the flavas together, add some tales, throw in a few male characters - and you have a story good enough to eat.