Stand-up paddleboard yoga class

You really can do yoga on a paddleboard. It definitely tests your balance and when the wind is blowing, like it was on Sunday, you and your fellow class members drift apart fairly often. In that case, you just pause the posing for a minute to paddle back together. There were also a plethora of anchored sailboats that we had to avoid floating into, but I looked at them as just another way of keeping us on our toes.

Urban Kai SUP yoga class on Davis Islands

That’s me back-bending on the far left!
Photo credit: Urban Kai

Even though my “yoga mat” seemed determined to carry me out to sea, I still found it relaxing and an interesting challenge. And at the end of practice, lying back on the board and being rocked by the gentle waves in savasana–or “corpse pose”–I looked up at the cobalt blue sky and clouds racing by and felt true peace for the first time in weeks.

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Biggest Baddest Bucket List Interview

Skydiving as usual!

Lesley Carter. Skydiving as usual!

This woman has no fear. And she dreams big. Much like the esteemed honey badger, Lesley Carter of Bucket List Publications just don’t give a sh#%. If you give her a plane, she’s going to jump out of it. Show her a shark, she’ll swim with it. She’s got just this one life and she’s going to cram every bit of adventure into it that she possibly can.

She’s in the process of achieving her latest, most outrageous bucket list experience ever and she needs just a tiny bit of our help in the form of votes to get there. Lesley has entered the Biggest Baddest Bucket List contest, in which the winner gets a six month, six continent bucket list vacation to document as they go and they’ll receive $50,000 to boot. Not too shabby.

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Fun at Tampa’s Gasparilla Music Festival

Gasparilla Music Festival
Gasparilla Music Festival

The main stage early in the day

Saturday was the second annual Gasparilla Music Festival. Such a good time! This festival is a great addition for the hip cultural relevance of Tampa. I think it really gives us some street cred. Suck it St. Pete! (Just kidding.) 😉

The day itself couldn’t have been more perfect. It was the kind of weather that makes all the northerners who come for vacation never go home.

The venue was Curtis Hixon Park, a great place to hang even without a music festival and which has itself boosted downtown Tampa’s cool factor. It’s a little green oasis on the Hillsborough River nestled in between the tall buildings and it beautifully highlights the juxtaposition of old and new between the modern Tampa Museum of Art and the University of Tampa across the river with it’s classically distinctive minarets. It just might be the most picturesque spot in all of Tampa.

Curtis Hixon Park

Curtis Hixon Park facing downtown

From Curtis Hixon Park facing the University of Tampa

Curtis Hixon Park facing the University of Tampa

A volunteer I chatted with told me excitedly that in the very spot where Curtis Hixon Park now stands used to be Curtis Hixon Hall, which I actually knew because I had been there when I was younger and because–ahem, name-dropping about to happen–I am actually related to Curtis Hixon. Growing up I always felt slightly (unfoundedly) proprietary about the Curtis Hixon name. Curtis was the mayor of Tampa at the end of World War II, but since I wasn’t even born until 20 years after he died we didn’t have an especially close relationship.

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My first hockey game in 9 years

Tampa Bay Lightning

Jeb’s friend gave us tickets to go see the Tampa Bay Lightning hockey game last week and it was a surprisingly good time. Not surprising because I expected it to be awful, but because I don’t really follow sports—other than Callie’s soccer games and I barely know what’s going on there—so I thought I might be a little lost (bored) during the game.

But I figured at the very least I could get some popcorn and enjoy people-watching. Which I did.

And sitting there with Callie in my lap—which she’s quickly getting too big for because I can’t see over her head anymore—the game actually brought back nice memories of when I was pregnant with her nine years ago, when she was still inside my lap, so to speak. That was the last time I watched a hockey game.

My lap sitter is almost as big as me.

My lap sitter is almost as big as me.

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Almost done accounting. . .psheew

QuickBooks hell

I have determined that Quickbooks is the direct opposite of creativity. Ever since I immersed myself in it to undo the mess I made I have not had any desire to write anything. Absolutely nothing has inspired me.

I guess that exercising the pitifully small, atrophied side of my brain that is responsible for numbers and logic used up all the juice I had available.

There was a moment when I realized that I had gone slightly crazy from it all when I found myself complaining to Jeb about the dog staring at me while I worked.

Me: “Etowah has just been sitting there staring at me for two days straight. I’m sick of it!”

Jeb: (patting me on the shoulder) “I think you might need to get out of the house for a little while babe.”

He was right.

At any rate, it has been a useful (painful) lesson in keeping meticulous records and learning how to use Quickbooks properly.

I’m almost done now–Please good little baby Jesus in your manger, make it be over!–and I look forward to getting back to writing.

I am in QuickBooks hell

QuickBooks hell

QuickBooks hell

What do you get when you cross a writer with Quickbooks? A big fat mess.

There will be no interesting blog post this week because I am currently undoing the huge mess I’ve made of QuickBooks. This has been my first year doing the billing for our coaching business. Ugh. It is a great understatement to say that I am not an accountant. At all. Words are my friends, numbers have never been,

I neglected to keep a logbook of the checks I deposited throughout the year because I figured once I deposited them to the bank, the record was there, right?

Serious rookie mistake.

I’m now going through the entire year to try to find out which checks match up with which deposits. . . I’d rather be having a couple of root canals. At least you get laughing gas for that.

See you next week.


I hate homework

I got a prerecorded message yesterday from the Hillsborough County School District informing me that there was now some sort of fantastic (taxpayer funded, no doubt) new website where I can go to create even more homework for Callie. I simply had to log in and there I would find all sorts of math and other academic delights to be explored. Hooray.

The call ended with a guilt-invoking sing-songy reminder, “Remember, parental  involvement is the key to your child’s academic success.” Guess what school board? I don’t want to help with force her to do the homework she already has, much less any extra piled-on BS. So f*** you very much for the offer, but no thanks.

That message was followed by an email from Callie’s teachers about some extra assignment they’d taped to the folder because the kids had ASKED for extra writing practice because they didn’t have as much homework on Mondays and Wednesdays.

Yeah, right. These are 2nd graders. I refuse to believe they are asking for extra homework. If so, it must have been the choice between that and some even less palatable option that the teacher neglected to mention in the email.

Another parent “replied all” to the teachers’ email asking for clarification on exactly what the kids were supposed to do and suggesting that it would be helpful if we got this information sooner than a few hours before bedtime.

Emboldened by her response, and having my own ass freshly chapped by all these recent messages of extra homework, I replied to all with my own email this morning and then hit send before I could talk myself out of it.  Continue reading

Guns pointed at my head all weekend..but only tattoo and piercing ones

I don't think this looks particularly scary, do you?

It was kind of a rough weekend as far as getting needles stuck in my face/head area goes. And I had it all done on purpose!

I bought yet another benignly masochistic Living Social deal that required needles to be stuck in me. (See my post about acupuncture). This one was for permanent eyeliner. Saturday I went in to get my permanent eyeliner done. Which means that I got my eyelids tattooed. That’s fairly badass, right?

What a strange experience. I took Tylenol beforehand and the makeup/tattoo artist
smeared lidocaine on my eyes so it wasn’t too terribly painful. But still . . .having
someone pull and stretch my eyelids for a couple hours and seeing that tattoo
gun coming right for my eye . . .it wasn’t the most relaxing experience I’ve ever
signed up for.

But worth it, totally. I have tiny eyes that really need the definition of eyeliner. So now I have that all the time! Rad.

I also got my upper right ear pierced on Sunday. My intention was to do it in solidarity with Callie, who thought she was finally ready to get her ears pierced.

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Featured Writer at Bucket List Publications. Yep, that’s me!

My post about ziplining was featured yesterday on Bucket List Publications.


This is quite an honor as Bucket List Publications is an immensely popular blog and I am a big fan of Lesley Carter, the editor/writer over there.

I dig her kick-ass, no fear, bring-it-on, fun-loving approach to life and adventure. She brings that same energy to sharing her experience and success with other bloggers and I am beyond thrilled to be chosen to share in her light. . . and her 50,000 followers. 😉

Please click here to see my post, Ziplining the Canyons in Ocala, FL… Awesome!, on Bucket List Publications. As many clicks as possible would be great to give some love back to Lesley for featuring me. Click away my friends. Thank you.


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Totally 80’s Christmas party and a brief retrospective of my bad 80’s hair

"Night Rider" and friends.

80’s Christmas party! Whoo-hoo!

I had a fun time shopping for an 80’s costume. Since the 80’s have somewhat made a comeback in the past few years, it was easy to find fluorescent clothing and jelly bracelets and all kinds of studded accessories at the mall. I even saw bustiers at Forever 21. Are those really ever a viable fashion option?

I tried on some high-waisted shorts but they were far too hideous on me. I couldn’t go that far for the sake of period authenticity in my costume. I ended up with an awesome t-shirt that featured a Pegasus surrounded by clouds and lightning, along with the words “Night Rider”. I actually love it and plan to wear it many more times, 80’s party or no.

"Night Rider" and friends.

“Night Rider” and friends. Check out the awesome 80’s ski suit on the left.

There is always that moment of fear when you decide to go for it and really get into character. As I was teasing up my hair and caking on the purple eyeliner, I did consider how awkward it would be if I walked in the door of the party to find everyone else in regular clothes.

But my friends did not disappoint, everyone went all out.

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