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I was listening to an old CD mix today while driving and came across this lovely song:



Who knew I was an R&B girl? And that video? The best. It took me hours to locate that song on the world wide web back in the day (circa 2000-ish), but after I heard it today, I typed in the main lyrics and lots of good stuff came up including that awesome video on Youtube. I guess I can kind of see how the video relates to the lyrics, but not really. My favorite is the leopard coat in the desert. Talk about fancy. Please enjoy.

beat

Do all husbands look like this after work?

This poor guy was beat yesterday.
I guess drafting motions will do that to you.
I'm not sure how he mustered up the strength,
but being the wonderful man that he is,
(and because we're participating in another Ragnar Relay)
he went for an evening run with me.

I am a lucky girl.

our simulated safari

I'm not sure when it hit, but the desire to go to the Wild Animal Park took a hold of me on Presidents' Day. I like looking at animals, but I think I really wanted to feel like I was on a safari in Africa. After being indecisive for about an hour, we just ran with the idea, packed our cooler with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, sliced oranges, vanilla and strawberry milks and two water bottles, then set out to San Diego. (We brought the new camera, too, as you'll see.)

Our welcome to the park animal, a bright blue macaw.

First official stop: Feeding the lorikeets. They loved Kent (and the cup of nectar he was holding).

It was a strange feeling having a bird on my arm, but look at those awesomely vibrant colors? Definitely worth it for an up close experience.

Long, "monkey" arms run in my family, so I could relate to this guy.

The Serengeti? Not quite, but isn't it lovely?

It sort of felt like we were entering the Heart of Africa although the sidewalks, fences and trams kind of killed that feeling. Oh well, it was still beautiful.

I liked this guy. (He's the blurry brown spot to the left of the sign.)

This is a common Kent stance. It says, "Really? Do you need to stop and read every sign? Do you really need a shot of that? I'll wait here, but let's go." What a good husband.

Leo. How do you like the staged jeep? And look at the size of those paws? Apparently, he sleeps like that for most of the day and then comes to life at night. I think I'll take the sleepy lion.

Flamingos and Kent.

We went to the Cheetah show and I discovered an unknown fact about Kent: The cheetah was his favorite animal as a child and he had a poster on his wall that read, "Blow in my ear and I'll follow you anywhere." Rowr.

A gorilla, just crossing his feet, looking down. He seemed completely bored and interestingly enough, human-like.

A little documentation of the trip in front of the gorilla cage.

We also saw a DAY old elephant. Isn't it adorable? I bet that mama elephant is so happy not to be pregnant. If I remember correctly, the elephant gestation period is 22 months. Yikes.

Mr. Ryan Darby and baby Kate joined us later in the afternoon. It was great seeing them and Kate was an angel baby.

All in all, it was a wonderful day at the Wild Animal Park. I don't know when we'll back (maybe when we have kids?), but it was worth the trip.

working from home...

has its benefits. Pink slippers and tights all day?
It doesn't get much better than that.

the need to read

Lately, I have felt the need to read, but I've been busy-not a lot of time to devote to a book. If I was a content skimmer I might be able to get through books faster, but I like the details; emotion is in the details. Anyway, I gave a book to Kent for Valentine's Day that seemed sort of interesting (and short). It is titled The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom. Kent liked Tuesdays with Morrie, so I thought he might like another book by the same author.

Kent hasn't read it yet, but I zoomed through this little shorty in about 5 hours (more or less). It was a fascinating book, a book that made me think, and made me look at Heaven and people in a different light. Most importantly, the lessons learned rang true to me. I know this book is fictional, but I feel that most stories are built upon real experiences, viewpoints and people (Albom's uncle was an inspiration). Fiction or nonfiction, it makes me want to be a more understanding, better person.

The point of this post: If you are looking for a good book that you can read in a few hours, and that also makes you want to be a better person, The Five People You Meet in Heaven, is for you.

on the verge of extinction?

Have yellow page directories lost their usefulness in our society? Sadly enough, this question plagues my mind every day. Why? Because I do marketing and I just don't know if enough people use them to justify spending thousands of dollars on them each year. I know that people age 65+ probably use them, and possibly people who don't have Internet access (I can't imagine there are too many people out there in the latter situation-well, at least people who are looking for a dermatologist), but that's about it. Okay, I guess I used them this weekend to find a U-Haul company, but it's a rare occasion when I open that big, yellow book sitting in a dark cabinet.

So, I pose a question to any readers of this blog:

Do you use the yellow pages?

If so, would you use them to find a physician?

Please enlighten me.

aerobics will never be the same

Ever dreamed of working out with Richard Simmons? Well, your dream can become a reality at Slimmons. (And no, this photo isn't produced by Photoshop magic, this is the real deal.) Lindsey, Kent's little sister, and our friends, Lindsay and Jessie Turner, thought it would be a good idea to head to Beverly Hills to take an aerobics class with the one, the only, Mr. Richard Simmons.

Suffice it to say, it was probably the most entertaining, high energy workout session I've ever had. Did I break a sweat? You bet. Did I come out of that class wanting to be a better person? Definitely. Do I want Kent to start dressing like Richard? No way. But Richard Simmons is a good man. A little bizarre, but he genuinely wants people to be healthy and feel great about themselves.

Highlights (in no particular order):

1. Richard's outfit: Tiny, black and white striped polyester shorts coupled with a black, rhinestone-flowered, tank top. And of course, there were skin-colored nylons, white socks and white tennis shoes. Classic. It actually made the workout that much better seeing a sparkly flower on Richard's back. How could that not make someone happy?

2. The record player: Richard played a few of the songs on a vinyl record player. You just don't see those very often and it was so fitting. His prime was in the late 70s and 80s and it seemed natural he would use records.

3. My favorite song selections: "All or Nothing" by Cher. We all stood in a big circle when the Cher song came on and Richard would grab random people to lead the class with him. So fantastic.




"The Galop" (or Can-can music) by Jacques Offenbach. We all held hands and did a Richard Simmons rendition of the Can-can. I never knew that holding the sweaty hands of strangers whilst doing the grapevine and kicking could be so fun.



4. Richard's assistant: She was the nicest, most normal person ever. She signed us in and participated in the class. She wore nylons like Richard. I'm wondering if I need to start wearing nylons when I work out.

5. Richard's advice: He gave a lot of dating advice, which I didn't need, but thought was funny, albeit little over the top, but what I really loved was his advice at the end of class. We all sat on our mats and Richard told us to look at the proverbial glass half-full instead of half-empty and to be grateful for what we had. He also said the first 4 minutes of awakeness can set the tone for the rest of the day. And you know what? It made me want to make those 4 minutes better.

Before going into the class, our friend said, "This is one of those things that needs to be on every person's Top 100 Things To Do Before You Die list," and I completely agree. It was just so fun and ultimately, inspiring. Happiness came to me in the form of a $12 workout with Richard Simmons and friends on an overcast Saturday morning this weekend.


Next time, I'm bringing Kent.