NYC TO LV

Yes, the exodus has really happened and I can finally sit and breathe and write about it. :) 

I only like NY as a friend! After being an addict to the incredible highs and manic lows, I am breaking up with my fascinating, dynamic, eclectic, giving yet slightly abusive lover, 

New York City.

I really thought leaving NYC would be some kind of huge traumatic experience but it really just wasn't, which makes me believe it was absolutely the right decision. So if anyone is reading this thinking they are "giving up on the dream" by leaving-you're not. And all of a sudden all these articles started popping up that re-affirmed some of my feelings. This one. This one. This hilarious spoof. And especially... THIS ONE. Like the subways aren't bad enough being completely dysfunctional. I had bed bugs in Queens. Worst ever, and I am not surprised in the least that those buggers-pun intended-have taken over-they are an army that could survive a nuclear war.

Reasons for the move: Lifestyle, open spaces indoors and out, speaking of outdoors-being outdoors all year round, cost of living, trading a condo for a sprawling estate....you get the picture. NYC got crazy at the end there, income is dramatically separating itself from cost of living-I had a friend recently get offered a temp job for $15/hr-what I was making fourteen years ago! Now now, I don't want to sound bitter, nor negative about my dear ol dirty town that I have been infatuated with for years....but let's just say things felt very different towards the end there. Who knows maybe I'm just an old lady who wants to sip tea on a mountain somewhere. Maybe partially, but we also chose Vegas because I just couldn't be in a sleepy town! Vegas runs 24/7 too, we can see every concert, tour, and fabulous entertainment as well as hike, bike, and climb a mountain with some tea. It actually ended up being the best of both worlds. And who knew having a car would be so convenient when there is free parking everywhere??
VIVA!! 

More stories on the horizon....xoxo

Discovering Dallas

Still catching up from my fabulous trip to Dallas! Besides attending and performing in the gala of the year, I had the opportunity to go to the Nasher Sculpture Center and the Sixth Floor Museum. 

And eat Pies. That's right I said pies. Pies to die for. No, never have I ever had pies like this, so if you ever happen to be traveling through Dallas never ever EVER pass up this absolutely adorable Pinterest worthy pie shop!
Emporium Pies

The Nasher Sculpture Center was lovely! I may be spoiled in the museum department but the exhibit was that of Picasso inspired sculptor David Bates.

The outdoor gardens were so quaint and peaceful!

And you gotta love a great gift shop!

Observing the location where John F. Kennedy was killed was so moving. I don't think I subscribe to tragedy fascinations, but actually walking up to a building I had seen over and over again growing up was like walking into a movie set...  Except this story was so disturbingly real.

The museum allows one to walk right up to the corner where Oswald fired and it is enclosed in glass as it was 50 years ago. If that is what you believe happened of course...

There are two X's on the street where the shots occurred, the one furthest away being the fatal shot.

I can't imagine what this must have been like for the county, just awful in every way no matter what your political affiliation.

I leave you with some samples of his legacy.

The Secret

I started reading the Secret today! I think it came out in 2006, and people have been Secreting for years after Oprah told us to, but I am FINALLY taking the plunge and already loving every page. 

And this. This is another lovely little image of the LEAP we must take! Take it! Go now go forth with good intent and LEAP! 

A Unicorn Leaning to Light

Today's post is dedicated to another warrior of light, a unicorn very dear to my heart who had a moment of sparkling in the city of frustration and wonder. 

Check out his sweet story about giving away some spring tulips on the express train to Queens HERE

Love you Miles!

My Valentine

A little dedication to my soul mate.

No chocolate, flowers, or stuffed whatnots are needed to connect two people at the heart over and over, day by day, year after year. This guy makes me feel cherished, honored, safe, beautiful and admired 24/7 365 days a year, and I am more in love with him than ever. Surround yourself by those who do the same...find soul mates everywhere...be it in a spouse, partner, parent, child, or pet because love is the FUEL of life!

Happy Valentines Day!!

Rupert the Magnificent

The best part about this month was celebrating this little puppys first year on earth. 

I grew up being afraid of dogs, then I kinda wanted one, then I was obsessed with getting one, and then we fought for one, found him, and he has completely exceeded every expectation a person would want from a child. I mean pet. ;) He is kind, loving, fun, playful, loving, obedient, respectful, loving and always "goes" where he's supposed to. That's a big one. And did I mention he's loving?

We love you back Rupert!! so much it hurts!! Happy Birthday!

Next stop...Hollywood! I mean...LOOK AT HIM!!

This was our Holiday card for 2013

 

Here are some outtakes:

Watch out for his tricks reel-it's coming to a YouTube near you! 

Yes we are those people and no we are not sorry.

Have a great day leaning to light!

Hiatus

Did you notice?
Ah well my blogging always slows down when I am having the BEST time. And July 2013 was....the BEST. Updates to come.....

Lean to the Light from your Mama

Happy Mother's Day to all! 

Lean to Light's advice today is: lean to the light your mama gave you. You may not see it or feel it all the time, but it's there, it's always there, and she gave you breath and life so give thanks. The end. 

My other piece of advice? Do something really cool and memorable with her one on one. That may be a bit more challenging depending on where you live, but with the internet, virtual sharing is getting more and more common so do it!

I was lucky enough to have my mama in town so I was able to have one on one QT on the Boardwalk,

through the 9/11 memorial

Where's MoLo?

but the highlight and her main request was to walk the Brooklyn Bridge.

Best perspective I could get on my iphone of the expansiveness up there

The Brooklyn Bridge is Bootylicious

I leave you with 
Tina Fey's a Mother's Prayer for her child:

“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.

Amen.”
-Tina Fey from "Bossypants"