bliss warrior

I have been tagged by Schmoopy to play the 8 game. I really don't know 8 others with blogs to tag but I want to play and I am so happy Schmoopy invited me to play. Fun! If you are reading this and want to play go ahead and let me know you listed your 8 things so I can read them!

1.) We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
2.) Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3.) People who are tagged write their own blog post about their eight things and include these rules.
4.) At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged and they should read your blog.

One. I am the friend that sends you cards in the mail for no reason at all...they always include confetti that falls all over the floor and you have the hardest time cleaning up! Fun!

Two. I sometimes become obsessive about keeping the pores in my nose clear - before I know it I have been in front of the mirror for an hour, squeezing, picking and plucking.

Three. I like the vomit diarehha feeling. Let me explain - when you are on a rollercoaster or you are going really fast over a big bump, it is the feeling you get as you are coming down. The feeling in the pit of your stomach. It last for only a few seconds and you don't know which you might do. Love that feeling.

Four. I probably accent in way too much gold in my house but no one will tell me. My excuse is that my husband is Italian and I want him to feel comfortable. Wink, wink.

Five. I am scared to death to make the decision to have a baby or not have a baby. Scared-to-death.

Six. I read tarot cards very well but hardly anyone knows.

Seven. Most of the time I can't remember how old I am and have to ask my husband. I am usually within a year or two.

Eight. When I am creating something very colorful I recite a song I learned when I was little to make sure I include all the colors. Here it is: "Red and yellow and pink and green, orange and purple and blue. I can sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow too!"

In the kitchen after a late night run to the grocery for ice cream...

"Wanna spoon?" - me

"Sure, after we eat our ice cream." - my husband

I am madly in love with this man.

I am embarking on a journey of forgiveness. I say jouney because I know it will take me a while to arrive at my destination. I will have to pack several important thing that I will need along the way - self love, determination, strength, deep breaths, personal control, emotional stability and grace.

I am going to forgive an individual that I believe to be narcissistic in nature. This person possess a sick sense of entitlement, is self focused, insensitive, manipulative, deceitful and lacks a conscience. This person has tried, and succeed several times, to rattle my cage, catch me off guard, sabatoge my relationships and steal my joy.

Because I have refused to forgive, I have become a prisoner in my own mind. Playing unhealthy thoughts over and over until the obsession manifests itself in my demeanor - irratibility, misery, worry and insecurity. I have allowed myself to be robbed of delightful days, joyous events and meaningful conversations.

When I reach my destination, I will be relieving myself of this burden, resisting angst and I will begin to heal. I will no longer hold this person in debt to me - the debt will be paid in full.

I am going to be the hero in this drama. I am going to save myself. I am going to open the flood gates and give the universe permission to flood my life with blessings that have been "on hold." I am going to free up that space in my mind - that space that has been filled wil negative and fearful thoughts. I will replace those thoughts with juicy, succulent and creative ideas. My new found peace will show in my bright shining face, a skip in my step and a beam of sunshine following me on my path.

I invite you to walk with me on the sunny side of the street.

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I so didn't do this right. I wish I could follow simple computer language instructions without freaking out. I still think it is a cool picture of me.

Chocolat - Moonstruck - White Palace - Powder - Station Agent - Documentaries by Rory Kennedy - documentaries in general - Pretty in Pink - Serpico - Goodfellas - Little Miss Sunshine - Some Like it Hot - Fried Green Tomatoes - Thelma & Louise - Friends with Money - Bridges of Madison County - In the Bedroom - My Big Fat Greek Wedding - all Kill Bills - Under the Tuscan Sun - Breakfast at Tiffany's - The Seven Year Itch

There is a scene in Serpico when Pacino is in his apartment, telling his girlfried about how hard of a situation he is in because he chooses not to accept bribe money. The entire time he is talking he is opening a bottle of white wine. The way he handles the bottle, the way he oh so masculinely (not a word) uncorks the bottle, how he pours, his tone and volume of his voice is just above a whisper, his shirt, his untameable beard - it is him. Untameable. There is an air of intimacy, an air of confidence. He is so strong, so in control of himself and his actions, he knows who he is and he isnt going to falter. Oh so sexy. I rewind that scene several times.

 There are so many more that have escaped me right now. What are your favorites? Which gems have I forgotten?

 Edit: I forgot Napoleon Dynamite. "Here Tina, eat your food! Gawww!"

 Edit II: Practical Magic, The Big Lebowski

I have this thing for pirates and gypsies. Always have. They have always been mysterious to me and as a child I wasnt sure if they really existed or if they were fairy tale. Patch over the eye, scruffy beard, coins clinking around their ankles, bandanas around their heads, nomadic  lifestyle and sailing the unforgiving sea really gets my juices flowing. Johnny Depp in Chocolat made me swoon and I could see myself at that party, on the barge with all the gypsies. Dancing and drinking up the magic of these bohemian people that I have so long wished to know.

For all you pirates and gypsies out there, watch Chocolat and reveal to yourself your pirate name! Arr!

I am reading a book. A dirty book. A really really dirty book. So dirty I am embarrassed for anyone to see me reading it. I keep it in my room beside my bed so stepkids or visitors won't see it. I take it to the pool with me and I keep it folded over so that the mommies and their kids don't see it. I fear one of those mommies asking me innocently, "what are you reading?" It is a really filthy erotic novel that makes me blush at times, a book so dirty that after reading a really good part I look around to see if anyone is watching me read it! I catch myself saying thing like, "Oh my God! Holy cow! No way!", out loud after some chapters. It is so good I can't put it down. I am sucked into the main character's life and I am loving every minute of it. I am sure the mommies at the pool think I am weirdo -- I come to the pool in my dark shades, drink in hand, dirty book in the other and no child in tow. Oh what a dirty girl I am. :)

I am usually passionate about something. Most times it is something small, something obscure, but when I love it I want everyone to love it!

Right now I am loving Tyler Candles in two scents, French Market and Original. They fill your home with a unique sophisticated scent and they last forever because you don't have to burn them for long periods of time in order to make your home fragrant. Also, they are made in Tyler, Texas and that is where my mom grew up -- some of the most beautiful women in the US come from Tyler, Texas and my mom happens to be one of them.

I am also loving to get decorating ideas from whatever I find in nature. Last night, we had a birthday celebration for my step daughter. My incredibly gorgeous and talented Italian husband made his oh-so-wonderful meatballs and stuffed shells. Delicioso! I was in charge of decorating the table because it is well known amongst the natives that I do not cook. I didn't want to spend money on overpriced flowers so I decided to go outside and see what I could find. In our monkey grass there are these lovely little lavendar sprouts -- we don't know if they are flowers or weeds, but we like them. So, I cut a few stems, cut a few stems of the monkey grass and brought them inside to place in small vases. I have a collection of seashells, one of my favorite things in this amazing world. I chose a few shells to place on the table along with some stones and clear marbles. A few votives with white candles and voila! we had a beautiful table to go along with our scrumptous meal, fantabulous family and lots of laughter.

Life is good today.