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I don’t know who told me that seven is a magic number, but here I am pulled to the keyboard on this laptop from my couch with my feet up claiming “SEVEN!” Seven.

I woke up this morning with a cough and a sore throat and had to reschedule clients for the day. Granted there were only 3 between 1p-5p, but nonetheless I don’t want to cough or breath over peoples faces and bodies when I’m coughing. So I dropped them off and came back home.

Who’s them?

Sourdough and Rye Bread. Twins. My twins. Babies I’ve had, that are now 7. Seven. Seven years of laughing, crying, swearing… With their brother, the Little Muffin, we had been changing diapers for almost 6 years. Diapers are expensive, and now that we don’t buy them we didn’t magically find extra money with which to splurge each time a paycheck gets deposited. We’ve just already spent it and not budgeted for diapers.

They are seven and while all will tell you it goes by quickly, I felt it. I felt the time ticking slowly every time one of them couldn’t sleep or was sick or there was more cleaning or more laundry or too many toys to pick up after tripping over them constantly. I felt the time ticking slowly when we were potty training or dealing with teeth coming in. Then it did speed up a bit. They were walking and telling stories, coloring, doing projects at daycare. Then they had full size backpacks that hung over 3/4 of their bodies and they were walking into school.

Then there’s behavioral issues, and outbursts and impulses. There’s doctor conversations, school staff conversations, dance lessons, soccer practice and the 100th viewing of Encanto or Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle. There’s work, and new clients, and building a business, and bills and operating expenses, and trips to plan and payfor and teeth falling out with those adult teeth coming in.

There’s always something.

And there’s been plenty of times I wondered where I’d be if I was just that single girl in NYC that didn’t come home get married and have babies, I wonder what I’d be eating and where I’d be drinking and what show I was going to see. It’s nice, it’s not awful, what I imagine.

But I see what I’d be missing out on. I see, and feel, where my heart skips and flutters. I feel anger more now ha! I feel happiness more now. I feel frustration at a higher capacity, then these little people I’m helping learn to be bigger people ask me if I want to take a breath. Because that’s what my husband and I teach them. Taking a breath, calm the body, be able to handle what’s going on. It’s ok to have big feelings, and even adults need reminders that those feelings have to be processed and you can’t process if you can’t breathe. I feel impatience. A lot. I feel it A LOT. I also feel seen in a way I can’t explain. Having those baby eyes look at me with love or hope or to tell me the joke they just wrote. Or see their faces light up by something small – because to them it isn’t small, it’s all big and fun and exciting. I’m so tired. I’m drained most of the time. I have to do better. I have to find a way to do better. Make my body function better so I can do better and be better for them. sure, sure for me too. But still.

Seven years is long, and also not long at all, to have all the feelings you never thought you’d have because you chose not to – then changed your mind. I sleep best cuddling with one of my babies, I also haven’t slept in seven years it seems.

Happy birthday to The Bread. I hope I purge my brain here more often in the coming years.

just awful

This unprecedented time of CoronaVirus/COVID-19 will change your mind about everything. It will define

And that’s all I’m going to say about that. I’m no doctor. I’m no scientist. I am not in the healthcare industry. I am *now* a stay-at-home parent because my county has put a Shelter-At-Home in place, and a shut-down to businesses that are non-essential. My studio spa, is non-essential. Though some clients may disagree (heh), the highly recommended physical or social distancing of at least 6 feet doesn’t bode well for a skin therapist or massage therapist – which is what I am. So my small business is closed. My daycare is closed and I’m home with 4 year old twins and an 18m old.

I am not stay-at-home parent material. I have friends posting their at-home school schedules for their kids. All schools are closed, kids are attending small sessions via google hangout and zoom, they have online work studies – I’m told. I don’t have any of that. I’m going off the toddler center/pre-k schedule of “the letters we are working on for March are BDR and the color green and the number 8 and the shape of hexagon” My “lesson” on that lasted about 30minutes yesterday. Good thing today is Saturday since I have no lesson planned beyond what we did yesterday. Which wasn’t a lesson – I mean are you following this? Some folks are able to work from home, not me and not my husband. We are not so lucky. We are looking at zero income for an undetermined amount of time. We are looking at a “stay-cation” with our children. Which more so translates a true test of sanity. I fear for us, I fear for the therapy my children will need because they had to be home with me hours on end. It’s just MORE money we don’t have, that we won’t have.

The solution some are offering to small businesses that had to close is debt. Gee thanks. “sorry you had to close for an undetermined amount of time, would you like to go into debt with a 3.75% rate?” We know this is a difficult time for you, we would like to offer a 0% interest rate for 3 months then to 5%. Gee – thanks. I DON’T NEED MORE DEBT ASSHOLES. I need stuff WAIVED. period. There’s even a “hey it’s illegal for your landlord to evict you during these hard times.” Thank you, I’m certain that money will still be due though, so I don’t know $2k for April, maybe not May, but come June perhaps a $6k rent will be issued to play catch up. I just…need…stuff…waived. Electricity emailed they wont turn the lights or heat off, but those bills will also just accumulate.

The stuff due will just pile up. Playing catchup will be awful.

This is all just awful.

If we actually feel it

Loss. I felt my first loss in October 2019. A dear friend of almost 20 years. I say I “felt it” because people pass, relatives I’ve never met, relatives I have met but haven’t seen in many many years, and unless the loss is close to you, I don’t think you “feel” it. I felt it on October 20, 2019, her birthday would have been tomorrow.

When my husband and I got married in 2017 we had a falling out with some family members right before the wedding. It was a terrible time to have family drama, the stakes seem so much higher around events that shift your life on a large capacity. It was a terrible time to be misunderstood. It was a terrible time to not know certain important facts. It was a long two year after that without them, knowing they were missing out and pretending that it was fine.

Gain. In the summer of 2019 we reconnected. Placing the misunderstandings and unsorted feelings behind us, the family all came together for a wonderful celebration of children, and of my husband’s parents’ 50th wedding anniversary.

A couple days before everyone was here someone stole the license plate off our car – loss. and lame.

I used to do kickboxing, I used to stretch and my joints and muscles thanked me by functioning correctly. I gained 31 pounds pregnant with twins, then lost it, then gained it back, then gained more weight on top of that when I was pregnant again, then lost it, then gained it back more and more and I’m not at a confusing place with my weight trying to run a small business, provide and be there for my husband and our children, and take time for myself. I’ve lost myself a bit, maybe more than a bit, in the past few years learning to be a wife and mom. These are titles I didn’t think I’d have. Not in a sad way, or poor-pitiful-me way, I was just very content being a single girl in Manhattan gettin’ up and goin’ to work, and doing whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. The responsibilities were far less than they are now. The stakes were also far less.

I’ve lost my ability to do what I want when I want, and I’ve gained a family. I’ve gained different kinds of love, and different kinds of feelings when one of those little kids smile at me, or laughs, or shows they understand something I didn’t think they did. I’ve lost too much sleep, I’ve gained a bunch of cuddles. The littles one, babyK, literally crawls up and finds a way to be wrapped in my arms before he falls asleep, and he’ll stay there, and he’ll fuss if I move him. He wants to be cuddled, it’s adorable.

My aunt, after I had the twins, told me how proud she was of me and that she didn’t think I was going to have kids and that she had hoped I would (secretly), because she didn’t want me to miss out, the way she (seemingly) missed out. But has always been very close to my mom, so the four of us (me and my siblings) have been like hers as well. Still, I surprised her by my personal “plot twist” and moved across the country, had babies, got married and started my own business – within a year or so. heh. She is someone whose opinion I quite value. She visited recently and it’s always like “old times” with her and my uncle (her husband) here. Old times like, all the laughter and jokes, all the sarcasm, all the memories. Old times even though the children are variably new, heh. I love her so.

What I mean is, the loss and gain are supposed to balance each other, right? When we have the loss we experience something in our hearts that later allows us feel “gain” differently. I don’t think of things with silver linings, it’s just not my style. I don’t look on the bright-side, I don’t think within every good there is bad, or visa versa I think the experiences of loss and gain make us view everything differently, if we actually feel it.

I experience loss and gain differently, now, because of how it made my heart feel. I still experience the “all or nothing” distortion in my everyday life, but I think I’m slowly finding my way out of that one because of these realizations of loss and gain. Because it’s close enough to me that I can “feel it.”

Without the etiquette of royalty

I watched a clip of Will Smith basically telling me if someone hurts me, the responsibility of my heart healing and moving on is mine.  Regardless if I find fault in someone else.  Regardless if the reason my heart hurts is because someone else said or did something to me, that it is ultimately *my* responsibility to get up and move on.

This needs to be in as positive a manner as possible because this world has enough hate, animosity, stereo types, victims, under privileged, over compensating, under appreciated people as it is.

Last year, a week before my wedding my future sister-in-law read an email I sent to family and friends that traveled far for the wedding, inviting them to our rehearsal dinner at Klondike’s Pizza for All-You-Can-Eat on Tuesdays.  That email follows:

Hi! You are getting this because we are going to have our “rehearsal dinner” at Klondike’s Pizza in AG on Tuesday 9/19 (All you can eat!!) and even though you are not IN the wedding, you are more than welcome to join us because you are family!!  MIND YOUR ALLERGIES.  This is a place with peanut shells on the floor, it’s that kind of pizza bar. 

It is $10/adult (kid prices are listed on the site below).  Unfortunately we will not be able to host/pay for everyone’s dinner.  So double check if you can make it out financially.  They also offer soft drinks, beer and wine.  

Please let me know if you will be able to go or not as I need to give the manager a heads up for the group count.  

My husband, who knew I’d send an email but didn’t know what it said (and I honestly don’t think that part matters, but I don’t want to forget the detail that he didn’t send the email *I* did) was slapped in the face (figuratively) by his sister because to her the email was, and I quote….

     “not only offensive, it is hurtful.  While I understand you do not live near us and may not fully understand a day in the life of ______ (adult family member) and ________(a young family member), you are smart enough to understand how allergies work.  He cannot simply “MIND HIS ALLERGIES.”  What your email is stating is that he is excluded… … .________ who deals with being excluded on a daily basis, has been excluded fro your rehearsal dinner in a manner that was extremely tasteless.  _____ (adult family member) deserved a personal phone call letting her know your restaurant choice and that you are sorry they won’t be able to attend…..____(adult family member) does an amazing job of helping _____feel special and I know how much it hurts her that he feels “different” and can’t do all the things others do because of his allergies.  She works tirelessly to help him not feel left out.  No an easy job.  But, we will find a way to do just that out in CA on Tuesday evening.
Yikes.  I mean, I can’t tell you the hundreds of questions and emotions that flooded me when my husband looked at me and told me what she said.  I, lashed out.  I lost my marbles, I lost my cool, I lost my collectiveness, and I texted her swearing all over the place.  I posted on fb, and I got what I wanted, people voiced their comments in my favor.  I did not post details more than a family member doesn’t like my choice because other members have allergies – which MY HUSBAND AND I KNEW NOTHING ABOUT…That probably hurt more than the email.  My sister-in-law did not bother giving us the benefit of the doubt.  She did not hesitate leaping to our throats to “stand up” for someone she believed we attacked, when the truth is…we just wanted everyone there.  So..I posted on fb.  Fumed.  Got some sarcastic comments that made me feel better.  Then…my sister in law “outed” herself.  Claiming she was the family member and she was standing up for so-and-so and that’s when i lost my shit for the second time.  Her attempt at being the hero or standing up for someone she loved turned into her parading names and ages and personal information that is no one’s business to know, in my opinion.  I didn’t use any names.  She did.  She wanted the “credit.”  She wanted to become the victim, and the hero of a younger family member because she thought he was a victim.  There were no victims…I wanted to invite people to pizza and because I said”mind your allergies”…well…It blew up.  And it blew up fast.  In seconds my husband was calling me asking me to remove the post – which again named zero people – because someone else was now calling him saying comments are making fun of ______.  I’m going to take a quick moment and say this “no, they weren’t”  In fact ZERO people said anything mean or distasteful.  Sure they were backing me up “you can’t accommodate everyone.  People have allergies, you do your best.” “way to make it weird, lady” “it’s not about you or the person who has allergies, if Aiyani and Derek want pizza for the rehearsal dinner and you can’t go…then just don’t go” No, and I really mean it…NO ONE said “whoever has these allergies is an asshole.” or something awful like that.  NO ONE said ANYTHING like that.  But I took the post down.  And, like I do, I reposted with something like “that got heated and crazy fast.”  Which also created a thread of comments that required me to shut that one down, too.
But…we were never given the benefit of the doubt.  No one called us and said “hey…we don’t know if you knew this but ____ can’t be around peanuts.  Not even peanut dust.”  I mean, I have friends with allergies.  A lot of allergies actually, but I didn’t know any family member had “severe peanut allergies”  What I knew, however, is that the young family member probably could not have the pizza, I thought if anything they could bring something and have it there so we were all together.  it was…a huge…bomb.
There was volume in my yells, tears in my eyes. I was shaking as I was texting family members and my husband, my husband who did nothing wrong, was now begging for his family to talk to him because it all got out of hand.  He…begged them…to talk to us and talk everything out.  What he got back was “no…we do not want to talk about it” Which brought him to the extremely heart wrenching decision to un-invite them to our wedding.  He said we can’t have any unspoken tension at our wedding, it’s a celebration.  Their response, to my surprise, was “we respect your decision and wont’ go.”  I truly thought if Derek had said if you don’t talk to us you can’t come to the wedding that they would pull it together and realize this is IMPORTANT this is FAMILY and family shows up and talks about it and fixes it…I thought they’d come to their senses.
And…they didn’t come.  They didn’t reach out to mend anything.  They were here for a week, having traveled hundreds of miles and…an email that was misconstrued or taken WAY out of proportion landed on us like a heap of bricks.
My husband’s heart broke in areas that week.
What people don’t know…I didn’t want to have a wedding.  As some know I was married once before and had a big wedding, and supporting my family of four and planning a wedding – which we all know costs money – was not really in my heart or on my mind.  I was honestly fine with going to the courthouse.  But, my husband, whom I love so hard and so much, wanted a wedding so his family could be there and celebrate.  His family, who all live in Wisconsin, parents and siblings and their children, were all coming out to celebrate and then….and then they didn’t.  They came to CA, and didn’t see us or celebrate with us.
Misunderstandings.  Swearing.  Text messages.  Comments.  Victims and Heroes.  Emails.  Etiquette.  Benefit of the doubt.  Heart breaking.  Loss.  Pizza.  Allergies.  family…
I’ve gone over and over the events for months.  What consistently stands out is the word “behavior.”  My email, casual and quick but apparently heartless and offensive…triggered a reaction with a behavior that was hypocritical and condescending. “______ deserved a personal phone call” but…*we* didnt’ deserve a phone call?  We don’t know the ins and outs of daily life but “surely we know how allergies work.” so now I’m stupid?… I did not PURPOSELY kick anyone, and certainly not a young kid.  I wasn’t given the benefit of the doubt, i wasn’t given the opportunity to defend myself or my husband.  We were…blind sided.  The behavior of someone who decides they can stand on a pedestal and speak down to us without even once thinking what a stressful time it was….what an expensive time it was…without for one moment thinking “they aren’t trying to be mean or exclusive, they are being casual and don’t know about his allergies” …the behavior that reflected as a means to maker HER the victim of what I was saying, or make the young family member the victim and her his hero…is what I keep getting stuck on.  This is someone who genuinely thinks she is right.  She thinks standing up for a young family member against us is right.  Now….I would commend her heroic efforts if we had in fact BEEN exclusive and heartless and offensive, but we weren’t.  We really weren’t.
And that week will not come back to us for a replay.  Our wedding photos, although lovely, are missing chunks of family members because I wrote an email that said mind your allergies – in all caps…and that one email triggered a bomb that split up family members.
I am so disappointed and sad.  Yes I’m angry over the drama and stupidity and the Behavior.  I am not sorry for standing up for myself or my husband.  I doubt she is sorry because she thinks she was right. She thinks standing up for someone getting kicked down is right – and she would be right, if we were actually kicking someone down…and again…again and again and again and again – that’s not what happened.  that’s not what I said or did or meant.   I hope, sarcastically, she remains proud of herself for tearing us all apart because ultimately that’s what happened.  And no one will speak of it.  Derek is not ready to address it with them, I am not ready, I imagine months and years going by and people thinking it will just go away or get swept under the rug. I personally have to talk things out in order to find resolve.  If I am angry with you, I am not talking to you until I am able to, but I am not going to act as though everything is fine.  Because it’s not, and I don’t pretend like that.  There are always consequences.  There are always different sides to a story.  I’m disappointed in the people who did not step in to help put the fires out.  Who literally said “i’m staying out of it.” when if the tables were turned then we would be called out to make things right.  I’m disappointed and sad and hurt and heart broken for my husband who loves his family so much and simply wanted them here to celebrate with us – and my inviting people without the etiquette of royalty resulted  in… all of this.
I will always think it is “her fault” and I so badly want her to say it.  And apologize for jumping to conclusions or accusations, but I will have to continue to remind myself what I want will probably never happen, and the responsibility of *my* healing from this time, is on me.
I do not find resolve in this, and I fight for resolve.  I want it.  I want to yell and scream and blame and swear and cry and punch a punching bag or pillow and I want resolve.  I won’t find it here, on this page.  i won’t find it in an email from the person I want it to come from.  I won’t find it in a voicemail, or text message.  I won’t find it in a card or letter or in a face to face apology.  I don’t even know if an apology would assist in the resolve.
I suppose, if I’m to take responsibility for my own healing I have to first define what it will take to heal.  I can’t, and I won’t, take responsibility for her behavior or self righteous antics and attempted heroism.  I can take responsibility for my own words.  My email, as you read above, my text messages full of heat and anger, and this post here – I take responsibility for this post.
I cannot control or predict the actions or reaction of others.  I cannot control or predict the actions or reactions of others.  I cannot predict, nor truly prepare for, the actions or reactions of others.  And who knows, maybe someday the other side of this will get posted somewhere else and we can all see through their eyes what I looked like during this time.


2017 Year In Review

You are not missing something.  There is no “2016 Year in Review.” that was the year that blurred the most, but also made other things abundantly clear.  Those things are as follows: I am no longer living in New York City. I am now a mother. These are short and simple statements that also, seemingly, pack a-lot-of-punch.  I certainly could go on and on about either statement, but that would distract me from this particular post.  Perhaps some other time, I’ll let you in on all the details of my planned cesarian, getting engaged, opening my own spa and what it’s really like “baking bread” or “raising dough” – as it were. heh.

In 2017 I….um…well I woke up everyday.  I know this because I went to work, or hung out with McDreamy and our little loaves of bread. Sourdough and Rye. We don’t actually call them that.  Lgirl and Kboy or bubs happen more often than their real names or bread-names. In 2017 I…um…well I didn’t sleep too much.  I know this because I was tired for most of the year from working for myself, raising twins, and planning a wedding.  We did actually get married, we did not leave for a honeymoon, rather we stayed 2 nights at Sycamore in something that was larger than our apartment, and McDreamy and I took one night alone in Cambria while my Maamm watched the babies.

In 2017 I …um…well I gained a lot of weight.  I hit the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life.  Some say thats because I have kids now, others say that’s because I don’t sleep, I say it’s because the man of my dreams cooks delicious meals every day and all I have to do is sit and eat.  Eating comes with it’s own challenges though.  It tastes so good, I want to eat ALL OF IT.  It was very rare we’d have left overs because it was so tasty I’d have seconds or thirds just to get the flavor in my mouth.  I mean, we have Burger Night every friday night and there were some fridays where my burger had cheese stuffed in the inside of the meat patty and the patty was wrapped in bacon with half an avocado on top.  Yah, I’m not saying no to that.  Eating comes with other challenges – like gaining weight because I’m not exercising.  That can be subjective and I signed up for a gym at one point but I’m not at a point where I can just do 35 minutes on an elyptical machine and call it good.  I need real motivation.  Real discipline. Maybe even goals.  and in 2017 I um…well I didn’t have any of that. But that has nothing to do with an actual review, does it?




My mom gifted McDreamy and I “date night.”  Every other monday, she comes over to watch and play with her grandbabies and Derek and I go away.  We become Derek and Aiyani, not dad and mom.  We take this time to sit and chat and tell stories to one another.  Some we’ve already told but we weren’t together for 15 years, so there are still some new ones to hear and laugh about. January also introduced us to Jim Beam Honey whiskey.  A delicious rendition of honey whiskey that I mix with gingerale and Derek mostly drinks on the rocks.  We finally had our first guests in our first home (apartment) together.  We got our own place in September 2016, and our first guests were Cory and Jen, and Derek made crockpot fajitas.  They were stupid good.  I purchased Sound of Silence the Disturbed cover and listened to it on repeat for a long while.  I want to make out with that guys voice! I said that to Derek and he didn’t understand.  I didn’t want to make out with the guy – just his voice. heh.  What else? Oh, 2017 started off with getting fraudulent charges on my work debit card.  This actually happened 3 times to my business card, and once to my personal card during the first 4 months of 2017.  But I’d like to not say it in each month I “reflect” upon.  I mean…who wants to reminisce about bank security or website hackers?  not me.  Maybe you, but not me.  But I’ll say this: FOUR FREAKING TIMES I HAD TO CHANGE MY DEBIT CARD.  lame.




I was told I would experience “mommy brain.” Sounded silly enough, and with 2016 basically hovering in a haze just behind me I promised I would take a picture the first time I experienced it.  You’re welcome.  Michael Bolton had a Valentine’s special that was HILARIOUS, I hope they put it on Netflix again this year, so we can make it a tradition. Derek, ever the cook, would even make his own meatballs when we were having spaghetti, or pasta or sort.  The bread played in what we called “the fort” and others would call “baby jail” and my mom called “fortress of playitude.”  It kept them in one place, safely and Derek could get other things done around the house.  He was (and still is, and amazing at this) the stay-at-home-parent.  Something I could never be.  People always ask me “how do you do it?! [raise twins]” my answer is always “I don’t do it, Derek does.” He has the stamina to play all day with them, change 15 diapers, make food, and clean the house day after day.  I don’t.  So I go to work. That’s my part, I do what I can to participate in the well being and growth of this family.  I think we both work hard.  In February Derek’s film I Had A Bloody Good Time At House Harker was released on DVD internationally (special DVD players over there) and we watched it here, on my computer with subtitles. It. Was. Awesome.  hahaha  pretty sure they had one guy to the voices for all the male parts, and one girl do all the voice overs for female parts.  We watched the whole thing with english subtitles while listening to Spanish voice overs.  one of the best evenings. ha!  The Bread turned one and I made cupcakes.  It is the one time I’ve dipped into the kitchen, specifically the oven.  They turned out alright. I mean, it was a box I added milk and eggs to, ya know? I put icing on to. Then I licked the spreading knife, like ya do.




A friend of mine had a birthday in March, Vickie.  She had said what she wanted for her birthday was the old karaoke gang to come out and sing some songs.  So – we did.  Kaza and I showed up together, like old times, we sang songs from our days at Sunset Dunes.  We made fun of how we can’t do back bends while dancing anymore.  Kaz and I even busted out some show tunes.  People that knew us back then, they sat in the ‘front row’ and we all were transported for a short time, especially when we sang “for good.”  That made the tears roll down for a several people.  The past is a place I actually rather enjoy visiting and bringing up (when it’s good stuff…). We used to go out 2-4 times  a week just to sing.  Now, well, I did it once in March of 2017, and I have a blurry picture to prove it. In other news I reflect on watching GIRLS on HBOGO, and in one episode they were at Rice to Riches in NYC and I freaked out!  I LOVED IT THERE.  I had only been a few times but it was always so freaking good.  I thank The Professor for introducing me to such goodness.  The Official Wonder Woman Trailer came out and sister and I promised each other we’d go together.  Derek made pizza-burgers one friday night (you know we did burgers every friday night), I was on the search for the greatest bra, and Bubs wanted to sweep everything with his new broom.  He was cute running up and down the hallways dragging his broom around.




Derek made peanut butter cookies from scratch.  – I know that is not what is pictured, relax, I’m getting to it.  But he did! And they were great!.  I tried Bulletproof coffee, you know the kind where you put ghee in your coffee.  Yah, I did that for about 2 weeks. ew.  Couldn’t keep it up.  Just tasted like butter in my coffee.  Derek’s friend came up from los angeles for a visit and Lgirl judged him (like she does) right up until he was leaving then I’m pretty sure she flashed him a smile.  Vons was selling GirlScout cookie cereal.  I mean…that’s pushing it right?  You can’t just take Thin Mints and put them in a bigger box and call it cereal.  That’s awful.  There is a line, GirlScouts, there is a line.  I mean are you going to also encourage your girls to get a dentist patch for the sash? Don’t branch out to cereal.  Stick to cookies.  We all look forward to that time of year, like it’s a holiday, but then you have to leave it alone.  Daaaannnaaaa sent me a link to see John’s new video [John Mayer].  He hadn’t released anything recently and Still Feel Like Your Man is not a great song, but has a funny video.  Big tall white guy dancing around a bunch of short folks?  Sure, I’ll watch it.  heh. My sister had a little Easter Egg Hunt at her place for her kids, and ours (heehee).  Once the Bread started realizing there were fish crackers in the plastic eggs, they stopped looking for other eggs.  Derek would push them down the hallways in a box that slid on the tile and they would just laugh and laugh.  Couple times they stand up, looking like Katniss and Peeta approaching in their chariot while on fire. We went to MEDIEVAL TIMES!!!! Man, I love that place.  The drive down was almost great…bubs got car sick and threw up 1.5 miles away from our exit to the hotel.  My mom came down to stay in the hotel with the Bread, and Cory n Jen went with us to dinner.  Derek made me chocolate chip cookies for my birthday! I had been craving them for weeks, and he had apparently done a few days of research for the best recipe and made super yummy gooey chocolate chip cookies. At the end of the month, McDreamy ran the SLO Half Marathon.  It took longer for us to get out of the event parking, than it did for him to run the race.



The teething tablets we relied on were no longer being made.  This was shocking and very inconvenient.  While reading a book (for probably the 50th time) I decided once and for all to make a few corrections.  My mom let me borrow her Hoover Carpet Shampooer and the shades of the round kid rug and the hallway rugs all got lighter from the amount of dirt I lifted up.  wow.  Yowza.  The Bread did not like toys too much, they only liked boxes.  Boxes they could climb in, sit in, be pushed around in.  Just boxes.  They colored pictures for me for Mother’s Day, I didn’t see them color but Derek made sure they didn’t eat the crayons, but yes they tried.  I attempted a Keto Diet and hated it.  We watched the entire Frasier Series.  Well, we finished the series in May, we didn’t start and finish in May.  I know you are wondering.  yes we binge watched.



Wonder Woman hit the big screen and my sister and I went opening weekend!  we LOVED IT.  Ugh, even if I didn’t like the actor who plays WW (which I do) I would see that movie again just for the first 20 minutes.  Watching Robin Wright as the general of the amazons made me question everything I’m doing in my life.  Why am I not shooting arrows three at a time while flying through the air? – essentially.  I brought my old Kindle back to life.  It was out, like, in a coma.  I had to do several cold boot attempts and charging for X amount of time before I saw life, but it woke up and I downloaded a few books.  I even started reading one.  No, I did not finish it.  Shut up.  Randy-I-am-Your-Biggest-Fan visited and he and his daughter came over for dinner and met the twins, and McDreamy.  Randy said he was excited to come over to eat because of all the pictures he’d seen of Derek’s meals.  We had fitbits and we actually wore them.  My sleep cycle was…beyond awful.  Vinny (Derek’s best friend) got us a diaper genie as a gift, saving all of us.



John Mayer played at the MidState Fair again! Daaaannnaaa and BrightEyes and I all went together.  I, oddly, do not have a picture of all three of us.  I believe it is on someone elses phone.  I distinctly remember taking pictures with all three of us.  There was a waterfall of sorts behind us! and we had drinks INSIDE of a pineapple, we had tritip burritos and enjoyed John from the 6th row!  awwww, love his music (most of it), and he had a good play list.  Some nice recalls to his first couple albums.  Good times.  I was approved for Term Life Insurance.  I know, I know, that’s a weird one but also not a weird one.  I scratched my cornea and had to reschedule clients for two days and wear an eye patch as I was very sensitive to light.  I basically lay there with my eyes closed for two days bored out of my mind.  My Bridal Shower was Greek Goddess themed and super fun.  Yummy food and lovely ladies.




A colleague became certified for microblading and ran a fantastic special allowing me to get my brows done!  Her name is Bernadette and she owns Brow Ink She quite literally gave me the eyebrows I’ve wanted for 20 years.  Derek and I continued to  be gifted “date nights” by my Maamm, one of which we spent at Vons, buying groceries.  But hey, we were together and didn’t have to worry about babies. ha! We did enjoy family nights as well, like going to All You Can Eat @ Klondike’s Pizza in AG!  Pretty sure Kboy had a pizza coma like his dad afterwards.  Another family day was having breakfast at the Cowgirl Cafe in Nipomo.  Excellent prices for us and enough room so that if the babies dropped food it didn’t end up in someones hair or plate – except ours.  Wonder Woman became available on Amazon and you’re damn right I purchased it.  Watched it every night for about a week.  Well, not the whole thing every night, but The Bread enjoyed it too, rightfully so!



I married McDreamy September 20, 2017.  During the ceremony I admittedly named him the “one who got away” I truly never thought I’d love a man so much.  He and I dated in 2000 for 2 years and broke it off because we were not on the same page for our future(s).  Fifteen years later we met up again and now we are family.  He’s my favorite.  Boyfriend Jenn and her boyfriend Jeff were able to come out from Jersey. All of the Jersey Moffett boys came out!! Watching her boys help with The Bread was cute and fun.  Feeding them and playing with them, so glad they were here.  So thankful.  We stayed at  Sycamore Mineral Springs in what seemed to be something larger than our apartment…  for two nights, and Cambria Pines Lodge for one night.  At Sycamore we had The Bread with us, but my mom watched them when Derek and I wen to Cambria. There is a REALLY good pizza place in Cambria that we already decided we take a daytrip for, and we’d even bring the babies to enjoy it. oooOOOOoooo




One of the family nights we had was “Moana in the Park” out at Shell Beach.  They played Moana on a big screen.  Couldn’t hear it back where we were though.  And MAN it was crowded there. WOW.  I remember as it began to get dark I feared one of them running into the crowds and we’d lose them.  But, we teamed up 1adult:1baby and took turns running around and watching the movie.  Lgirl likes cheetos. We found this out.  A client of mine gifted us some Hinkle Twins Salsa and it is SOOOOO GOOOODD.  We now buy jars by the case! Derek’s film hit Amazon Prime on Friday October 13th to rave reviews!  It’s…really cool having my husbands movie be on a mainstream thing like Amazon Prime.  hi.  so cool.  We dressed The Bread up for Halloween and went trick-or-treating to 3 places.  First was my sister’s, second was my Maamm’s, and third was my Dad’s.  My dad also gifted me his old car so I could have a commuter car to work, and Derek could have the family car to take the kids to the park n stuff.  I drive a stick shift…well, I try.




Stranger Things season II came out, we binge watched, of course, and I found that LGirl looks like the character Eleven. At least, she has some similar facial expressions.  I did side-by-sides on fb to prove it. November holds National Nacho Day and McDreamy did not take light to that.  He made a 9×13 pan of nachos! It’s possible we ate 3/4 of it in one night. I went to Obisidian (a crossfit gym) in Grover Beach and loved it.  If I could afford it I would sign up.  Face The King came out with their new album!!!!  I freaking love their music. UGH.  If you do not know this band yet, I think you should give it shot.  Listen to a few of their songs.  The lead singer’s voice make me melt and the guitar player is freaking amazing.  What else? I landed a pair of solid black LuluRoe leggings!  Those are called “unicorns,” but *I* got one (at the time of writing this I actually have three pairs…)  Derek and I found Mr. Boogedy and Bride of Boogedy on YouTube and we totally watched them.  Thanksgiving was at my Maamm’s place this year.  She made a 20 pound turkey for four adults and two toddlers.  Needless to say: leftovers.  I also auditioned for my first play in 7 years,  I was cast, and at the time it hits the stage it will be 8 years since I’ve performed.




You guys.  My husband MADE our babies housecoats.  He, with the help of my mother, sewed them housecoats!! I just can’t with him.  He’s so adorable and loving.  Watching him with our babies makes everything worth it. In December we learned Kboy likes to vacuum and LGirl will sit on the chair and watch him clean.  Do I sound like a fortune teller right now? haha.   We watched Big Little Lies on HBOGO.  We had a family day at Brunch On Wheels in Avila Beach.  We drank spiked eggnog in the evenings after The Bread went to sleep.  My dad BBQ’d for my brothers birthday.  My youngest brother turned 25! Another family evening was spent experiencing Cambria Christmas Market.  Where there are….hundreds….of thousands…if not millions of holiday lights up and you get shuttled to the place, and you walk around and look around, and you can buy hot chocolate, or little trinkets n things at different little shops that are opened.  Lgirl would not remain in the stroller.  She wanted out and wanted to hold her daddy’s hand.  But she did great doing that.  Kboy was happy to kickback with his feet up and see the lights exclaiming “woooowwww” or applauding while saying “yaaayyy!!!”  I wish I had video footage of him saying these things.  Hopefully my memory will keep it for me in the years to come.  Justice League came out and was fun, and Psych the Movie came out on USA.  We watched that whole series a couple years ago.  Pretty funny.  We missed those guys.  It was fun seeing them in action again doing their silly things.  Christmas morning was hosted by us this year.  Last few times it’s been at my sister’s place.  Derek made an eggbake in the crockpot which was a win for sure.  I got “gramma ingrid’s christmas morning starter kit” which was a dozen homemade cinnamon rolls that we just had to put in the oven then drizzle her homemade icing over it.  Also came with hot chocolate and spoons that dissolve…like a peppermint spoon.  a white chocolate spoon.  So. Good.  We got our babies a Jump-o-Lene.  It’s like a bounce house, kind of.  It’s round and has sides that come up so they can’t fall out.  Christmas morning they ran out of their rooms and saw it.  Kboy stared first then went “YYYYAAAHHHH” and climbed in and started bouncing.  He was shortly followed by his sister.  They jumped and jumped and jumped.  Then we put it in their room and they jumped with their cousins.  After christmas some people left and the rest of us took naps.  It was not an awful day at all.  Of course, now that I’m writing this I am reminiscing on snacking on rice crispy treats and we are currently doing the Whole30 so…the memories aren’t helping. I haven’t craved anything since we started but now that I’m thinking about treats I want some. boo.


I used to list what books I read, but this year I didn’t really have time for reading. If I read anything it was an operations manual, a STAR magazine at midnight while everyone was asleep, or unimportant posts on fb.

This life I live now it’s…it’s very different than any other time in my life.  I don’t “make” time for certain things anymore, it’s more like time is running me over with everything that’s going on. I don’t want that to sound like an awful complaint, I mean, I married the man I love, we have twins that are ridiculously adorable and I get to cuddle and smooch ’em whenever I want.  Unless they push me away so they can go jumping.  The apartment has been painted, thanks to my mom for doing 90% of it! We have pictures up on our walls. We have food in our cabinets and fridge.  We have indoor plumbing.  These are all things my mother made sure I appreciated growing up.  I always took it as sarcasm and I’d roll my eyes and go on with my life, but she was right – don’t tell her. heh.  Making sure you appreciate basic necessities is important.  Anytime in my life, since I moved out of my parent’s house in my early twenties, that I have experienced hardship or worry I came back to…I have a roof over my head…I have food…I have clothes on my back…I have indoor plumbing…I have heat.

This life I live now it’s…it’s not something I had ever imagined.  It was not part of my “plan.”  Getting married, having babies, opening a business, working for myself.  I lived in content, but no drive.  I didn’t make goals.  I haven’t made goals in a while.  Goals eventually became place-marks where I would either say “ok, did it, now what” or “welp, I failed, now what” it was the “now what” that made it less and less appealing.

This life I live now it’s…it’s balancing two checkbooks.  Grocery shopping at 10p sometimes, kissing my family …my family… kissing them goodbye as I head out to work, then getting home in time for the last hour of the day before bed time.  Sometimes it’s a long day.  Sometimes it’s a short day.  Sometimes I have the whole day with them.  Sometimes I see them for less than an hour total in the day.  Sometimes I cry about it.  Sometimes I feel trapped in a cycle of get up , go, come back. go to bed – like everyone else sure sure sure, but this …life…i live now…it’s…well.  I’m going to quote a friend of mine I recently got back in contact with.  After playing catch-up he said “wow…what a complicated, modern-day dream story.”

I think you’re right, Aaron.

This life I live now it’s a complicated, modern-day dream story.

And in 2018 I’d like to write more about it.


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When I was in my late teens to early twenties I lived with my siblings at my mom’s house.  Up the street was an elementary school, and on weekends the fields were used by the city for kid sports activities and games.  Like T-Ball, or CAPS (Coach Assisted), little league stuff.  When my youngest brother was playing these sports was when my older (and only) sister taught me one of the most important lessons I have ever learned.  A lesson I have often returned to in times of crisis, or heightened emotions, family fights or disagreements.  I return to it when I find myself to prideful, or when I am in the line of fire of someone else’s pride or stubborn self-righteous behavior.  I return to the lesson when my close friends are in crisis or heightened emotions and the like.

Family shows up.

That’s it.  Three words.  Simple.  True.  Important.

My brother had a game, up the street at that school and I was in bed, sleeping in because I had a late rehearsal from a musical I was involved in.  My mom came in and asked me if I was going to Rik’s game, and I mumbled “no” and rolled over and went back to sleep.  She closed the door and I heard her and my sister talk briefly, then my sister came in and asked me, with a firm tone “why aren’t you coming to Rik’s game?” I snapped back that I was tired and had a late running rehearsal last night, and I rolled back over again.  She stood there for a brief moment in silence.  Then she said “how would you feel if none of us went to see your show?” and she closed the door.  I’m guessing she didn’t ask the question to receive an answer.  But I lay there and opened my eyes and considered it.  I considered what it would feel like to look out at the audience during my show and see empty seats where my family was supposed to be seated.

Then I got up.  Washed my face, got dressed and walked up to the school, because family shows up.

When I was old enough,  I moved out of my mothers house, pay rent for my room in SLOville at The Barn, pay my share of electricity bills and water bills and gas bills.  This kind of freedom also meant driving to hang out with my friends.  Whether it was for lunch, down at the bar for karaoke, whatever.  The friends I made in my early twenties I didn’t know would remain in my life almost 20 years later . The few people I kept in contact with after high school have also remained present and that’s over 20 years.  These friends, have helped me move to different cities, different states even.  These friends have bought me groceries when I was low on funds, they’ve put gas in my car between paychecks, they’ve stayed the night if a roommate was out of town so I wouldn’t be alone.  They answer their phones in the middle of the night if I’m stuck on the side of the road. They’ve seen me laugh and cry.  They’ve seen me depressed and struggling.  They’ve seen me excel and they celebrate little and big things with me. They taught me family is not formed only by blood.  They taught me this by showing up when I needed them, not just when it was convenient – and that was another big lesson to learn

Family find the way to put pride on hold when big events happen.  Family shows up during big events and help, not hurt or harm – especially on purpose or out of pride.

I was reminded of this today, after an extremely ugly and difficult day yesterday.  A friend I’ve known since I was 14 reminded me , simply, and I quote “we learn who our real family and friends are when the chips are down, not when things are good.”

It’s so easy to live life during the upswing.  Then someone words something wrong, someone misunderstands, someone takes a stand, someone fights the stance and innocents are hurt as collateral damage.  Lies are told because the truth isn’t accepted as actual truth because then someone would have to take responsibility for being wrong.  Pride, stubbornness, ego, self-righteousness.  I’ve been on both sides of those words.  And every time I was the one being prideful, or righteous – I was the one who was wrong, and I’m thankful I learned that lesson a while ago.  Because I don’t know if I’d listen to that lesson once I’m set in my ways.

My wedding is in 10 days.  My fiance is the stay-at-home parent of our 19m old twins, and I run my own spa as a solo-practitioner.  Instead of eloping in Vegas (which was an option), or getting married at the courthouse (another valid and inexpensive option), we waited and planned and saved money for over a year so that our friends and family would be present and witness how far we’ve come as a family, and celebrate with us.  What I know is that our real friends, and real family will, in fact, show up.

And those who cannot show up physically because of work, mileage etc.,  – distance and obligations are understandable and we know you’d be here if you could.  It’s when you have choice to be here, and choose to not show up that our disappointment sinks in.

I’ve missed putting my thoughts and feelings and experiences here.  It’s been over two years.  I think it’s time to come back.  I think I’m ready to show up here, again.  It won’t be like picking up a paint brush and covering an old picture with something new.  It’s more like something I’ve been staring at and not knowing how to paint it.  What colors or shapes to use and add.  Where is the light source so I can highlight what should be highlighted, and allow shadows to exist without being in darkness.  So, I’ll be here again, soon.  I’ll show up again, soon.

2015 Year In Review

Normally these reflections on the past year bring back all kinds of  good memories.  Although I am not reflecting on anything “bad,” this last year was quite unexpected, at least the last half was.  The last half of 2015 was full of huge changes and discoveries.  Most days I found to feel “every day” but ultimately the changes are life-altering, full of surprises, confusion, old love becoming new love again and coming to terms with the choices I’ve made.  Those choices will become the kind of challenges I never thought I’d cross, and it’s difficult for me to be humbled and simply say “thank you” but as I walk up to these new changes and challenges I should immediately thank those who have supported me.  I should thank those who have made changes in their lives based on my changes, like my mother.  I should thank my friends who have stuck by me and listened to me complain, and cry, and yell.  Friends that have allowed me to be lazy or secretive because I was not yet ready to let everyone else in.    I should thank my New Mister, who in fact is not “new” but an old love, rekindled, for choosing me (again).  For not judging me, but listening and caring.

And I will–I will thank all of you, somehow.


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Continuing the luck-of-the-draw in playing The Lotto to see Hedwig and the Angry Inch, my housemate, Ianina and I went to play to see John Cameron Mitchell star in the role he created.  The show itself is fun, a little different with each actor that steps in.  JCM was more fun than I could’ve imagined.  His jokes and improv were spot on, and although when he came out of the Stage Door he declined taking pictures with people, we could photo him and when he passed by me I asked if I could hug him and he said “of course.” and hugged me.  I had whispered to him “excellent work tonight” and he squeezed me tighter and whispered back “thank you so much.” Hedwig was not the only show I saw this month!  My christmas present to Boyfriend Jenn was to see Bradley Cooper in The Elephant Man.  We had a “Bradley Cooper Weekend” watching the show, and Hangover, and interview clips from the show and other movies he was working on.  It’s possible we paused the movies we watched and posed next to him with smoochie faces…shut up.  We have fun when we’re together!  Although it was winter, I successfully scheduled time amidst my full time work and full time school routine to continue Kick Boxing, introduce Mr. Gutter to Pedros in Brooklyn (the first decent mexican food I had found in NY), get to Physical Therapy, do homework, and job search.  The spa I had been working at was losing it’s sparkle when the owner started talking to me and treating me poorly.  I had finally accepted “friend requests” on fb from classmates (a rule I previously set in place for good reasons), and I took a leap into being vulnerable by posting two videos of songs I’d written on the piano, and sung.  They were taken down only days later…but I tried!

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By february I posted a third video of a song I wrote and played on the piano–and also took it down days later.  It’s quite terrifying putting personal things like that out there for people to see and hear, I thought I could do it and let people see that part of me.  But…nope! ha!  My days started by waking up at 7am, leaving for work by 930a, leaving work by 730p for class, staying there until 11p and getting home by midnight.  Only to hope I could fall asleep with minutes of laying down by 1a in hopes I could sleep all 6 hours before doing it again.  My housemate and I got last minute tickets IN THE FRONT ROW to see “The River” with Hugh Jackman in it.  I remember there was a scene where he was preparing dinner in silence and someone started applauding because he was cutting vegetables and such.  Quite funny.  We were close enough I could’ve reached up and grabbed him–but I didn’t.  Ever the well-behaved audience member.  She also treated me to “Cabaret” with Emma Stone and Alan Cumming as a christmas present.  So so so so so FUN!  Being this close to Broadway to be able to see these shows is one of the BEST things about living here! During February I also wrote one of my favorite blogs entitled “(S)wipe Out” and I interviewed at a prestigious high end spa, where I sat with the owner and CEO and talked, then did a mini facial and a back massage and was offered the position on the spot!



It wasn’t as snowy by now, but still quite cold.  My days were basically Work/Class/Clinic.  Approaching the end of my two-year attendance I was in the middle of writing and studying for finals, as well.  I left the spa I was working at having accepted a new position with Ling Skin Care NYC.  I used my crockpot more, including making a stellar chicken enchilada soup with home made enchilada sauce! (thank you very much).  I attended IECSC, a spa convention that spans 3 days of great deals on skin care equipment and products, and classes.  I saw the show “If/Then” starring Idina Menzel with my friend and housemate, Sloan.  That show…you must pay attention to.  If I had had any booze in my system I would’ve been lost for sure.  It had to be a bit difficult for the cast, as well, to keep it all straight while learning it.  That picture up there is outside of a restaurant Sloan and I walked by on the way to the train from seeing If/Then.  I found it random enough to document.  Sloan moved out at the end of the month and went back to North Carolina (where I believe he is now happily married).



UGH! I love those boys.  My nephews that live in Jersey! Mr. Gutter invited me along to Medieval Times in Jersey for my birthday and paid for my ticket, an announcement during dinner, and the king named me a Lady and Dame of the Realm.  I have a picture, a scroll, and video to prove it…muuuahahaha.  Boyfriend Jenn took me to see “Something Rotten” for my birthday.  Now THAT is one hilarious show! So many shakespeare jokes (tons I probably missed, too) and many jokes about musicals and other shows in general.  Such a good time! After, we went to The Playwright and had dinner and drinks.  So this birthday year was a total win!  I graduated from the New York College of Health Professions with an Associates Degree in Occupational Studies for Massage Therapy, a two year course and over 1,000 hours in anatomy, myology, pathology, neurology, different techniques and much more.  I celebrated with a few choice classmates by drinking and singing at Planet Rose, we called it Wepa Wednesday.  I was definitely hammered by the end of the night.  Wow.


Up there are the band members of Face The King, and I love them.  The second one from the left, Dan, is the one who got me to listen to them and I finally got to see them play live (in Long Island…) and meet all of them.  By “meet” I may have attacked them with hugs as well…and bought a shirt and had them all sign it.  It was a month of favorite bands as I was also able to see Bound By Substance play at the Mercury Lounge.  It had probably been over a year since I’d seen them play! May 3 also held my anniversary date for moving to NY.  I went to The Rockstar’s (Dino Colacito) house for Preakness…a horse race of some kind where I dressed up and we drank rose ALL DAY and ALL NIGHT long.  Wow.  Then I was further extended the invite to his Annual Memorial Day BBQ where I had beer.  Ten of them.  I don’t like beer–I drank ten because it was free and available to me.  I saw Age Of Ultron, and wrote a blog important to me entitled “Behind Paper Trees” where a song by Face The King was referenced and used.



This was the month that began to change everything.  I had more “me-time” on my hands available and that was lovely, truly.  A friend of mine was moving, so he came over to say goodbye.  I saw Face The King perform live AGAIN, this time for the Indie Music TV launch.  The drummer, Randy recognized me as the really loud girl from their concert in Long Island–I’ll take it, and I found the lead singer hiding on a couch somewhere.  I of course went over to bother him and he said (mouthed) hello and how are you.  I found The Guitar Player (Dan) and hugged him.  They are truly amazing to me.  I was the only girl at my spa that was an Esthetician AND a Massage therapist, so I did all the body treatments and a few facials and some of my loyal clients followed my over there.  I enjoyed a two-week vacation to CA to visit family and friends.  So much happened there…saw Eddie Izzard live, my mother turned 60 and we had a Beatles themed wine tasting birthday party for her.  Mr. Gutter and my two jersey nephews were also visiting CA so we were all able to be together for a  couple days.  Siblings got a matching tattoo, Adriane hosted a sleepover, wine tasting, I drove up to visit the Champeau’s for a couple days.  Had dinner with a good friend, bought a new fun dress, went to karaoke and saw so many old friends that it was more like a reunion from the good ol’ Sunset Dunes Days.  I hadn’t seen Randy and Cortney in over a decade! And I officiated a friends wedding.  I’ve known Shaun for almost two decades by now, I love his lady Aja, they have a son together and they’ve been wanting to get married for a while.  So I said–lets do this while I’m visiting!  It was an excellent day.  What else? Mr. Gutter’s sister, Sarah, visited and we toured the city for about 8 hours getting them to certain sites as quickly as we could.  Including the 9/11 memorial site, which is quiet, very clean and beautiful.  Marriage Equality hit all 50 states during this month! And by the end of the month I had strep throat and it was horrible.



I had a doctors appointment thursday July 2nd.  I hosted a 4th of July brunch and we watched ID4 (as per tradition, of course).  Boyfriend Jenn and her boyfriend Jeff (sounds funny, right?) came over, as did The Professor and Lady Schrift, and my newest housemate Elizabeth also had a friend visiting and they had brunch with us as well.  I made Independence Day Sangria, and tried Grapefruit beer–it was delicious.  I went to Jersey to visit Mr. Gutter and since Jenn had the boys, we were able to have dinner and chat (good chinese food), and we went to see Terminator: Genesis–which was super awesome, in my opinion.  During this month I had decided I’d be moving back to the Central Coast by September, but I told very few people.  Immediate family only, and I began interviewing people to take over the lease of my apartment.  Hoping I’d find a good match with the current housemates I had.  I didn’t want to leave NY, I needed to.  I had to.  I made a choice to move and over the next few weeks I would be coming to terms with that decision.  Ianina and I went to see a taping of the Seth Meyers show where the guests were Amy Schumer (promoting her movie Trainwreck) and she’s hilarious…REALLY, and the other guest was…a guy I recognized as “porn-stache” from OITNB. Also went to see the movie Trainwreck with my friends Jeremy and Deon, we had food somewhere at a BBQ joint, pretty good.  That movie was hilarious.  I want Amy to be a friend of mine.  My friend Jackie with her daughter, and I went to a place called La Flaca in the Lower East Side.  Best mexican food I’d had since moving to NY.  Sad I was JUST introduced to it, I would’ve gone there a WHOLE bunch in the past five years had I’d known.  Then Jackie treated us all to doughnuts at some bigtime doughnut place, and I got a Creme brulee doughnut, and realized WHY it’s a big deal place.  YUM.  I went with Mr. Gutter later to share the joy, and gave him my inversion table since I wouldn’t be taking it with me to CA.  I love that inversion table, hope it’s getting some good use.  Sucker is HEAVY and the dude carried it down five flights of stairs alone.  I pretty much carried the small bag of plastic accessories.  heh.  During this month I also began to take the Intensives at school as refresher courses to prepare us for the NYS Licensing Exam in August.  It was not fun, at all.  Ever.  We’d shove a trimester’s worth (or two) of information back in our faces in 3 hour increments.  I failed every single mock exam–so I was not excited about the fast approaching real-life-exam.



My last 30 days on the east coast began this month. 27 days left in NYC, and the remaining days were spent in Jersey visiting Mr. Gutter and the boys, and Boyfriend Jenn.  I also injured my back, making packing all 30 boxes extremely difficult.  I was literally in bed for over a week before I could make it down stairs or anywhere else.  And even then, I had to walk with my cane.  I left my job at Ling , she was extremely kind and understanding of everything and supported my decision to return to CA saying New York would always be there, and if I returned I’d have a job with her.  I thought was very kind and caring.  I FINALLY finished watching FireFly AND even saw Serenity, thanks to my friend Amanda.  Boyfriend Jenn came out to the city and we went to the Hunger Games Exhibition.  We spent over  3 hours there, and I wouldn’t have been able to manage without my cane…ugh.  There were a group of kids that got there the same time we did, and we just let them go in front of us knowing they’d rush through everything, and we wanted to take our time and appreciate every piece we saw, and read every sign and placard. I was able to pack and measure and ship 9 boxes alone, but I needed help with the other 21 boxes.  I had friends offering to come out to help, which was extremely thoughtful and I would not have been able to do it without them. So thank you Andrew and Monica.  Also thank you to The Professor and Lady Schrift for offering, if Andrew wasn’t already planning to be there you would definitely have been summoned!  haha  ugh.  Then there was The UPS FIASCO.  I don’t even think I have the energy to discuss it again.  They were just…always late, the drivers threw my stuff in front of me, the people on the phone were as helpful as a bag of sand and then they over charged me…A LOT.  In the end they refunded me some money, and I changed my debit card to avoid further radical charges from them.  The NYS Massage Licensing Exam was on thursday 8/27/2015.  My classmate Seiller (no, not his first name) drove us there, my cane with me.  I took the entire 3 hours allotted, and was convinced I failed.  There were SO MANY questions I literally guessed on because even deductive reasoning couldn’t help me. Some questions I closed my eyes and pointed and if it said “B” that’s what I shaded in on the answer sheet.  I simply…didn’t know some of the questions.  Friday morning 8/28 UPS showed up for the last time (they were supposed to be there wednesday 8/26…) and took the remaining 21 boxes I needed to ship to CA and Mr. Gutter arrived to pick me up and take me to Jersey.  He disassembled my piano, I had my back pack, purse and suitcase ready.  I left keys on the vanity where the new tenant would  see them.  I had already said goodbye to Elizabeth and Ianina.  I stood staring in my room.  The furniture still there for the next person, the empty hangers.  I had flashes that blinked in my mind painting those walls and the window sills of every room in that apartment.  Every.  Single.  Room.  I missed the french doors already, the hanging wine glasses.  I missed the uncontrollable heat from the radiators and poles.  I missed the humming of the A/C unit.  I missed the snow, and chalice nights with friends.  I missed reading in my recliner on my days off.  I didn’t cry, I just stood there and stared for a bit, and Mr. Gutter let me.  He was silent, just standing in the hallway waiting patiently for me.  Eventually I looked over to him and said ok, and he nodded and we headed out the door.  I closed the door, gently when I left and briefly placed my left hand on the door just beneath the apartment number, 54.  I didn’t say anything still, just took my moment and we headed down the stairs, got in the car and went to Jersey.  We ate at Red Robin’s I was introduced to Not Your Father’s Rootbeer. YUM.  I hugged and kissed my nephews a lot that weekend.  I told them why I was moving, I explained it as best as I could considering they were 7 and 4.  We read books and watched movies.  They played in their little pool and I watched them play basketball and ride their scooters.  I just…sat and watched them.  Trying to commit every movement, every facial expression to memory.  I know I was the lucky one that lived close enough to them to see them as often as I did.  I never took that for granted, but I also didn’t expect it to change anytime soon.  That’s the thing with changes, they happen when you aren’t expecting them.  My last day in Jersey I spent with Boyfriend Jenn, we had vietnemese food, had sonic ice cream shakes, watched Alias, and  the next morning I helped her set up her classroom.  She dropped me off to Mr. Gutter’s on monday 8/31 and I hugged her goodbye.  It’s hard to hug someone goodbye and not know when you’ll see them again.  Me and the boys did stories for the last time before bed time, I hugged and kissed them so so much and went to bed knowing I’d wake up and try not to cry.



On the first of September I woke up early as the boys were getting ready for school/daycare.  I hugged and kissed them goodbye and Mr. Gutter left with them and would be back for me.  I got up and got showered, repacked everything I had out the last few days and when he came back we went to breakfast (at a really cool cafe.  No idea what it’s called, several different kinds of eggs benedict though WOW), then he took me to the train station and I hugged him goodbye.  I didn’t have to say much.  Some people just know what you want to say and how you feel.  I hugged him and said “thank you.  for so many things.” and he said it right back.  I got on the train and made it to Newark airport, checked in (with my cane still…) and prepared for my flights home.  I was quiet the whole day.  I didn’t speak to people unless I had to.  I moved slowly because of my back and my mother picked me up at the Santa Barbara airport.  That was the airport I flew out of one-way to NY 5 years, and 4 months ago.  It seemed fitting she’d drop me off then, and pick me up now.  As much as I know she was happy to see me, and excited about the upcoming months, and the changes in my life, it was hard to be happy to see her.  Only because I was still adjusting to the circumstances that brought me back to CA.  I stayed with her in Los osos for a couple days.  Then I stayed with my friend Seanah for a couple weeks until the place my mother was moving to was available.  Living with my mother again would be a challenge, for different reasons.  She’s not a bad person, but I left “the nest” 16 years ago.  Neither one of us knew right away how we’d work it out, living together again.  But was thankful she found a place that I could live.  Knowing I had very little to contribute, it was very humbling and difficult to accept what was happening.  By mid september we moved in to the new place, my back was still not 100% so my brother Rik helped me move  all 30 boxes from my sisters place, to the new place.  And I began to settle in.  I also, oddly enough, reached out to say hello to someone who recently crossed my mind.  Hoping over the past 13 years he’d had a wonderful life and gotten everything he ever wanted.  I found him on fb and said hello and friended him, we spoke on the phone and it was fun to play catch up.  He’s not someone I ever thought I’d speak to again, but he was also not someone I ever wished bad things upon.  We dated in my early twenties.  from 2000-2002, and our breakup was not an ugly toxic thing.  We just wanted different things, or I wasn’t ready for certain things and didn’t want to feel I was holding him back. By september 20th I was heading down to la to have lunch with one friend, then meet up with another friend Dana and go see a movie called The Stockroom.  A movie at the la indie film festival that my friend Victor wrote/directed/starred in (I met him in NY), and I invited that same guy I dated 15 years ago.  He was working within the industry as well and I thought it would be fun to see him. The three of us (he, dana, and myself) went to see Victor’s film, then to ice cream and then found out we could go to Disneyland the next day with my friend Jack.  It was a wonderful time.  I came back to the central coast on tuesday, and I stayed in contact with my old flame.  I continued to unpack into my room at my mothers place keeping in mind I wouldn’t be the only one in there.  It was a slow process.  I had also been applying for jobs, then was offered one in SLOville at a massage and wellness spa.  I’d only be able to work there for a few months, but anything would help and the owner was kind and understanding about all of it.  By the end of the month I found out I passed the NY State Massage Licensing Exam (even though I wouldn’t be there to practice), which meant I would not have to take an exam in CA.  I will only need to send in the application and requirements and a copy of my license.  That was a nice win.  I also, made plans to go back down to la to visit my old flame.  We’d been talking on the phone and skyping and wanted to see one another again.



My old flame was re-nicknamed to McDreamy for a couple reasons, one he has great hair.  All curly.  ha! I was able to go visit him twice during October.  We’d go see movies, or stay home and he’d cook for me.  Breakfast, lunch and dinner.  I was spoiled.  He made everything left in me light up like the Rockefeller tree.  He became very important to me, very quickly.  My auntie Agnes and Auntie Maria came out for a visit and I let them know why I moved back from CA.  Mr. Gutter and his girlfriend Liz came out for a visit and stayed at my mothers place.  We had a good breakfast at Penny’s All American Cafe in Pismo and walked on the pier.  At one point I went over to Lil Bits Cafe and had breakfast by myself.  I don’t mind being alone, at times I even prefer it.  It’s something I learned to like while living in New York.  I didn’t have to entertain anyone, or invest in any conversation. I could just go about my business in quiet.  I also had breakfast at Bon Temps with my brothers.  I didn’t go to any halloween parties, but The Guitar Player (from Face The King) posted he needed last minute ideas and took MY suggestion, which pretty much made me the winner of everyhing.  I wrote an important blog called “A Conversation” revealing the main reason I moved to CA and answered as many questions as I could within that blog so that I would not get caught with people asking the same things over and over.  Later I revealed that Sourdough was a girl, and Rye Bread was a boy, and both were just fine still baking in my oven.  The crowd went fooking wild.



The Dog Haus is a hot dog chain.  McDreamy took me there during a visit and I didn’t even know what to choose, I wanted it ALL.  I was able to visit McDreamy twice in November.  We ate yummy food, had cozy nights at home, saw the Bodies exhibit and the Titanic artifact exhibit.  I had some kind of ridiculously good potato and corn chowder at Vinesa’s house, that was fun.  I started watching AHS: Freak Show.  Scary…could only watch it during the daytime. I wanted to indulge in butternut squash ravioli at Guiseppe’s and Brighteyes came along semi-spontaneously.  YUM.  I finally saw Insurgent (part 2 in the Divergent series) MockingJay part 2 came out and I went at roughly the same time as Boyfriend Jenn did in Jersey, so it could be like we went together.  The hunt for Adobo seasoning for a friend that couldn’t find it in her state, began.  However, all the places that normally sold it here, were also sold out every time I went!  Finally found some and shipped her a ton.  That’s an important thing to recall…  Thanksgiving happened.  My first in CA in 5 years.  I did the turkey again and family came over and we all ate and drank egg nog.  Sister helped pull the turkey apart, taking over the hands of Lady Schrift in our tradition of not-carving the turkey, but pulling meat off with our bare hands.  Good times.  I was also gifted several pieces of furniture from a friend that had twins 4 years ago, so big items were already being taken care of. All my friends have been very supportive and helpful donating furniture, clothes, towels, blankets, mattresses–all kinds of things have been handed down to me so I didn’t have to purchase new things for The Bread.  Very, very kind.  This would not have happened anywhere else.



Sleep left me alone and made me sad once December rolled around.  I’ve been told it’s like bootcamp, to prepare me for the lack of sleep I will be getting.  And the intervals in which I wake up are also a training course.  BOOOOOOO.  I miss sleep. What else?! My Wifey surprised me by showing up to The Bread Shower from SACRAMENTO.  Such a far drive.  I screamed and cried.  And she came to the house afterwards for a bit, and we had breakfast the next day before she left, as well.  I went to Cory & Jen’s annual holiday party and ate four pulled pork sandos.  Yah, I’m not afraid to admit that.  Freaking delicious.  Accompanied my mother to her work holiday party and watched an interesting game of White Elephant.  And my sweet, handsome Mister came to visit for a week and we spent New Years together.  He has been quite possibly the best surprise in my life since my return to CA.  With the upcoming life changes one would think a guy would keep his distance.  Not him, he cares for me and wants to see where all of this goes.  I didn’t see him or talk to him for 13 years, and now he’s in my life again making me happy.  Perhaps the odds really were in my favor.  Perhaps all the crazy, hugely unexpected changes that have occurred in the last 6 months of 2015 will actually work out.  Just when I think I’m beginning to understand life, it pulls the rug out from me, I fall down, and this time when I go to get back up I’m facing this guy again.  I don’t think I’m allowed to question anything anymore, I think I’m just supposed to go with the flow and see what happens.


It’s an odd feeling to be thankful for things you never thought would happen in your life, ever  Quite, quite odd.  And instead of analyzing and over-analyzing, like I’m used to, I find myself not asking as many questions but simply accepting the facts and my feelings.

Shows seen in NY before leaving (in no particular order)…. 

The Elephant Man

Hedwig and the Angry Inch




Something Rotten

The Visit

On The Town

The River

Shows seen in CA 

The Foreigner

A Christmas Survival Guide

The Great American Melodrama’s Holiday Extravaganza

Books read:

The Book of Life (All Souls Trilogy part 3)

Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me

[yikes, that it for reading??? Mind was on other things this year, clearly]

What I learned

There is never a good time to take a risk, it’s one of the reasons it is called a risk.

Challenges are what happen when you make a choice (and/or take a risk)

Even when the odds are against you, or chances are low for something to ever happen–it could still happen. Thus leaving you to make a choice, take a risk and meet the challenges.

I actually did not want to end up being the 40 year old single lady at the karaoke bar with my Jameson and Gingerale, singing 20 year old songs and “making friends” for the night with the twenty somethings (which I think was where my social life was headed, having given up on relationships or connections with people.  I was very much a loner at times)

Painting all the rooms and hallways in my NY apartment, taking over the lease, carefully selecting housemates, made it all the more difficult to leave.  Because I put so much of my time and energy there.  It was the longest I’d lived anywhere.  I was the most successful I’d ever been in my adult life, living in NY and working as an esthetician.

Sometimes choices are made for us, because we are too distracted or unsettled to make them ourselves.

Being thankful is not the same as being humbled.

The only person that has judged me as much as I thought over the past years, is me.

Asserting myself is not the same as defending myself.  Both of which are important, but don’t necessarily need to be taken to battle.

Isolation shows you who you really are.

Loneliness is not the same as being alone.

Extroverts and introverts are titles that are too black and white to use alone to describe someone.

I miss singing and performing.

My past experience with men and relationships doesn’t define my worth as a partner. In fact, it only makes me better at understanding myself and my current Mister–who has incidentally made everything in me light up again.

I can avoid major sweets like chocolate bars, cake, cookies, ice cream, for  30 days and not die.  hahaha

I know more about skin care than I thought I did, I found this out by how I was learning new products and my knowledge of ingredients and skin analysis.  It makes me a good teacher, so I’m told.

It’s called Massage Therapy, not Massage Luxury, for a reason.

What I aim for in 2016

I want to learn Sign Language (still…20+ years in the making by

I want to learn Calligraphy

I want to choose massage specialties to offer (currently considering: prenatal, trigger point, reflexology, sports, and asian body treatments where I’d be working with the meridians and points), and build a clientele along with my esthetics work. I need to be able to make a living again with the skills I’ve learned.

Say thank you more often.  It’s very difficult for me to say thank you when it’s regarding things I didn’t want to have happen.  Or when things don’t happen the way I wanted them to, I don’t acknowledge the effort of others enough, I think. Not because it’s not good enough, or they aren’t good enough, but somewhere in my head its just more difficult to be thankful when it’s not going my way or the way I wanted.  It’s quite selfish of me, and that’s not a good thing.  Even though I feel trapped, and like a failure for so many things, I have to be able to say thank you. This will be very hard for me.

Be open to help with The Bread.  I’m stubborn and want to do things on my own and my way.  Asking for help will be extremely difficult, accepting help will be harder.  I hope I can ask and create boundaries at the same time.

Exercise.  Not just for me and my health, but now to be an example to The Bread, and to support a longer future with my significant other.  Let’s hope my 3 herniated discs do not impinge on such a goal.  I have my chiropractor here and I will go see him.  I will do my core strength exercises my Physical therapist told me to do over and over and over.

Remind myself I am the one who judges me the most.  Me.  Take responsibility for that and stop giving negative-credit to people.


I ultimately just want things to work out (but I also hope I like how it all works out… know what I mean?)  I don’t feel like an adult right now. I live at my mother’s place, I will need her help.  I need to be thankful and SAY thank you.  My situation is only for now, it’s not forever.  Starting over again is never easy.  Never…ever.  And it seems harder because I was doing well.  I didn’t have to start over because I fell down.  I had to start over because I made a choice, a life changing choice.  And altering my life and my priorities is a difficult challenge, but I’d like to think I’m strong enough to step up to the challenge.  I’d like to think that I got myself this far, and I need to remind myself I didn’t get this far alone! I have had my friends and family behind me the whole way, rooting me on.  I need to remind myself of what discipline and motivation looks like, what results look like when you try, and what patience looks like when you shut up.

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