Sunday, January 5, 2014

all-time stats

Every now and then, I like to take a look at this blog's stats. See how many views I've gotten, what countries are represented, which posts are the most popular.  Just for laughs.  Funny thing is how many viewers I have in Eastern Europe and Asia!  C'mon Eastern Europe, represent, now put your hands up, whoa-oh-oh-oh!!!" (thanks, katy perry..)   no big deal. just interesting. (just screenshot images below, links won't work..)

As of 10:47 pm on Sunday, Jan. 5, 2014, here are some of this blog's all-time stats:


Pageviews today
6
Pageviews yesterday
7
Pageviews last month
167
Pageviews all time history
6,003


United States
4414
Russia
800
Germany
165
Malaysia
76
Serbia
52
China
36
Moldova
33
Netherlands
33
United Kingdom
25
Romania
22


Apr 16, 2013
42
Apr 2, 2013
24
Jan 27, 2013
23
Jun 4, 2013, 1 comment
21
May 29, 2013
18
Feb 27, 2013, 1 comment
17
Jan 23, 2013
16
May 17, 2013
14
14
Jan 25, 2013
13

frozen

   Went to see the movie Frozen today with the family. First time in a theater since almost a year ago.  Is it just me, or does everyone else bring a notebook & pen into ta dark theater so they can scribble down good quotes from the movie, even though they can't see a single thing they're writing until they get home and have to try to decipher the mess?  oh good. i'm glad it's not just me...

anyhow, I wasn't exactly looking forward to seeing another Disney princess movie, figured it was going to be another big stupid fairy tale love song kind of thing.  Unrealistic sap about unrealistically perfectly beautiful people falling in perfect unrealistic stupid love and living happily freaking ever after.  But...I was pleasantly surprised.  ok, yes, there was one stupid smooch scene at the end, (ick, gross,puke,gag, barf, spit!!) but it was really about a different kind of love, a love between sisters.  

It also had a lot of cool quotes, some of which I'll list here:

Olaf the Snowman:  "Hi, I'm Olaf, and I like warm hugs." (ditto that for me...)

Elsa:" Let the storm rage on!  The cold never bothered me anyway."
(How ironic, watching this movie about a real Ice Queen, as I remember my recent blog post of that same title and just last night was called Ice Queen by a co-worker again...)

Elsa:  "Yes, I'm alone, but I'm alone and FREE!...."  "..can't escape from the storm in me.."

And I absolutely LOVE this song, Elsa's song, sung by Demi Lovato: i

Let It Go lyrics
Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold you back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn my back and slam the door
The snow blows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I’m the queen
The wind is howling like the swirling storm inside
Couldn’t keep it in
Heaven knows I try
Don’t let them in, don’t let them see
Be the good girl you always had to be
Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know
Well now they know
Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold you back anymore
Let it go, let it go,
Turn my back and slam the door
And here I stand
And here I’ll stay
Let it go, let it go
The cold never bothered me anyway
It’s funny how some distance makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me can’t get to me at all
Up here in the cold thin air I finally can breathe
I know left a life behind but I’m to relieved to grieve
Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold you back anymore
Let it go, let it go,
Turn my back and slam the door
And here I stand
And here I’ll stay
Let it go, let it go
The cold never bothered me anyway
Standing frozen in the life I’ve chosen
You won’t find me, the past is so behind me
Buried in the snow
Let it go, let it go
Can’t hold you back anymore
Let it go, let it go,
Turn my back and slam the door
And here I stand
And here I’ll stay
Let it go, let it go
The cold never bothered me anyway

You kinda need to see the movie to "get" some of this, her magical powers and all, but I could definitely identify with both of the sisters, both Anna, the younger one who could be hurt by her older sister's powers, and Elsa, the older one who was both blessed and cursed with her magic powers and chose to survive by shutting down her heart and living in isolation.

More good quotes:

Elsa: "Get it together, I  can control this, Don't feel, don't feel, don't feel, don't feel..."
           "Alone- where i can be who I am, where I can't hurt anyone."  (ouch, that hits home..)

(forget who said this...) "Most people who disappear into mountains want to be alone."

(or this...)  "The heart cannot change, but the head can be persuaded."

Elsa:  "Conceal, don't feel..."  "..please stay away..."
          "Thank you. I never knew what I was capable of."

Anna:   "She's my sister.  She would never hurt me."

somebody.. "love will thaw a frozen heart."

"There is ice in her hand put there by her sister.  Only an act of love can draw it out."

"Only true love can thaw a frozen heart."

"You can't marry a man you just met."  "You can if it's true love." (yes, naive, but sweet..)

  1. Hans: Oh Anna, if only there were someone out there who loved you...


  So here's the thing that makes it so neat. The "act of love" that is needed to undo the damage..  is not referring to the kiss of a prince, like they first thought. (sorry if i'm giving away the ending or disappointing some of you sappy romantic disney princess fans)  Instead, it is the love of a sister.  Having a wonderful sister of my own, who has recently been a wonderful listening ear to me in my own ice storm, this turn of events in the film really melted a bit of ice around my own heart.  I'm reminded of an especially sweet moment I had with my sis over Christmas... (and i hope she's not reading this, or my face will turn a thousand shades of red..)  We were standing around at our old home church after the Christmas Eve service, and she's looking at me and suddenly hugs me and says, "jenner, you keep getting prettier and prettier every year!"  I guess I didn't know how to respond, cuz she says, "what's wrong? are you embarrassed?"  Of course I was. Never before had anyone said anything so sweet, so genuinely kind to me. That, my friend, is true love.  Yes, we have a had an extreme love/hate relationship in the past, and i'm sure we could still get ourselves into a heated wrestling match over something silly even today, but now my sister is such a huge support and good friend to me.  There's something very empowering about family and how their encouraging words can mean so much more to us than anyone else.  Sisters.  This movie proves my point that all we need are sisters and good friends who are always there for you, even when others are not.  

oh, one last quote, by Anna at the very end, to the traitor, jerk-face Hans:  "The only frozen heart around here is yours!!!"  as she pops him a good one in the face and he falls backward into the cold ocean.

ha!  Reminds me, one last point on the benefits of sisters:  Because they are family, sisters can never break your heart.  They will always be your sister.   They can't break your heart like someone you take a chance on.

that's one "thumbs up!" for Frozen!

(p.s. images copyright of disney; disney, please don't hunt me down and sue me!!)

Friday, January 3, 2014

horses and shepherds

i'm learning that i'm getting a little stronger...i'm learning that it is possible for me to live in my little boxes. to compartmentalize my thoughts and emotions, keep them out of my daily interactions with people. guard my heart.  keep my deep thoughts hidden away in my heart or in this blog. I can get along like this.  it is possible.  but for the long run, it is not preferable or enjoyable.  it is just basic survival.  it's ok when i'm by myself, i can let down my guard and sing and be creative and just live.  i'm also ok, for the most part, among most people, those who don't expect to go anywhere deeper with me.  but for those who expect more, either they're going to be disappointed, or i will be the disappointed one, that they don't even have the sense or the capability to go where i need to go.  it's hard to explain.  it's why i must journey alone. solo.  solo in a crowd.

It's like...choosing between being a horse with blinders, or a wild horse......
           
            Here's a little ditty about horses I found on parklaneestrian.com:

For many horses, blinders are commonly used in order to prevent the horse from becoming distracted. Farming horses can also be predisposed to distractions and if they are pulling a plow or a wagon they might need blinders to stop them from losing concentration on the direction they are supposed to be headed. The blinders cover the rear vision of the horse, forcing it to look only in a forward direction and keeping it on track. Blinders are also useful to reduce the chances of the horse being spooked and making a run for it while still attached to the wagon.  (parklaneequestrian.com)
  For the job at hand, I could probably just be a farm horse.  A good, dependable, follow-the-rules, don't-get-distracted, work horse.  Focus on the job at hand.  Avoid anything, anyone that might distract me, causing me to run with my emotions, following my heart instead of the cut-and-dried plan laid out for me.  Is that what I want?  Of course not.  I want to be the wild, unbridled horse that is free to run... but what would people think?  And which is more useful to God?  To live by the rules, keeping my blinders on, or throwing off blinders, bridles and bit, running with the wind wherever it takes me.  oh how shocking!  Like David the Psalmist.  Author of scandalous living.  Committed crimes.  Yet God. knew. his heart. God knew that David was a man after God's own heart.  He sang, he danced for the Lord.  Even in ways that brought him criticism and disdain from the "proper" people of his time.  But he didn't care.  He danced. He knew he had sinned, but he knew God loved him anyway.  He knew grace.  (please don't get me wrong, I'm not condoning scandalous living here..)
So which would God prefer, the workhorse or the wild horse? Dancing David or Meticulous Martha?

Do I want to be remembered as the quiet one who always followed the rules, kept up a good appearance but also kept my mouth shut about how I really felt?  Or do I want the world to see a sinner saved by grace, unafraid to fall on my face in front of everyone, to be lifted by the arms of Jesus into a life where I am free to be me, to live with passion and not be afraid to bare my heart and allow God to use me in ways I would never have even imagined, much less dared to live with my blinders on?
  
I know none of this makes any sense.  All I know is what I feel.

just honest thoughts from the back pew.
And all i want is...and i'm being totally honest and vulnerable here..

...is just to hug somebody... and be hugged back.
and mean it. and feel it.  and like it.

no cringing from the awkwardness, or sighing with disappointment.

just a good hug.
that is all.

(wow, that was awkward..)






kata





sitting in starbucks parking lot on my day off, pairing my whole wheat pb&j w/a tall nonfat, no-whip mocha.  pitiful.  even on my day off, i can’t stay away from this place. ugh. hopelessly addicted to the allure of the green mermaid.  she summons me with her powers.  so i sit here in my sound bubble, watching the noon traffic buzz by, drawing looks of curiosity from customers as they leave their cars, come back, latte in hand, and i’m still sitting here, the bass throbbing through the windows, my fingers feverishly letting loose on the keys.  an occasional off-key karaoke session when a favorite song comes on.  i am so weird.


notes from class.  body combat, of course, then body flow.  all body, and lots of soul.  that’s the thing of it, it’s more than just physical for me, this movement thing.  it’s spiritual.  more on that later.


first time back to class in a few weeks.  feeling shy and self-conscious (what’s new).. especially since i’m wearing these new black work-out gloves that i got as a present to myself.  Not fighter gloves or anything, just half-finger gloves for lifting or whatever.  They just feel good, keep me from slipping on my sweaty palms during the push-ups, give me extra resistance for punching, and did i say they feel good?   so i purposely chicken-scratch my spot much further back from the front of the room than usual,   keeping my eyes low, ignoring the buddy-buddy chit-chat of the chicks around me.  nobody sees me and that’s alright.  i like it that way.  Robb comes in, i try to disappear even more.  I can’t stand people who have an 8th sense of who the introverts are in a room and will purposely go out of their way to address them.  i’m busily pretending to be re-tying my shoes or something dumb, and he’s making comments to some people in particular, and to everyone in general as he’s strapping on his own gloves and fixing the music, “who stuck their old gum on this thing, that’s disgusting…”  then he throws this out, “so I was at your store this morning, asked for my regular, 2 venti blondes, and they said they didn’t have any brewed at the moment…” Shocked, i glance his way, and yes, it's me he's looking at. I smile sweetly but say nothing, can't think of anything clever and everyone would hear me. jerk.  how dare he.  i just hate hate hate when someone channels my introverted inner-ear and gets my attention when i’m trying so hard to avoid them.  just makes me wanna back-hand them one in the mouth.  THWACK!!!








better save the thwacking for these body combat tracks.  he warns us there’s going to be lots of capoeira today, meaning lots of eskivas, lunges, pain to the thighs and gluteys.  he was right. i’m feeling the souveniers already. he warns us in the capoeira jenga moves, to never cross your feet, just step back, forward and side.. when I think about it, it makes sense. if you cross your feet, you just made yourself a perfect target for your opponent to knock you down and beat you up.... ok ,so  throw in some muay thai.  one of my favorite moves, the leg block.



 something i’m really learning to appreciate about this whole fighting thing… honestly i really resisted the idea of fighting at first, just thought of bloody faces and teeth flying everywhere.  not my idea of good clean sportsmanship, turning someones’ face into pizza with the cheese ripped off.  what fascinates me now, after learning more about this over this past year, is the use of pure physical movement, not just the bloody explosive blows of boxing, but to employ the wonders of physics and strategical manuevers to defeat the opponent. takes wits, timing, and a keen sense of animal attack mode. 


Muay Thai Techniques

 How.ev.er….. there comes a time, there is a season...for everything under the sun...and there is a time when having the boxing skills to smash someone’s face in…on just the right occasion...just might be perfectly acceptable.  just sayin. (sorrynotsorry)  what i need now is an equal opponent to test my beginner skills.   Given my handicap of middle-age feebleness, it’d have to be someone in a lighter weight class, better to be slammed down by an 11-year old kid than the likes of ronda rousey!  takes me back to my childhood, or teenage years, when my sister and i would battle it out on our living room rug.  great friday night entertainment...she would play the dual role of both the announcer and the champion fighter...and she would gleefully bellow out at the end of our match, as I was sucking up the green shag carpeting in my face, “...AND….once again,...it’s Wiry Wilma defeating Blubbery Bertha!!!!!”  yes, that was me, blubbery bertha, or so said my big mean sis.  She had the advantage of being older and more years of competitive gymnastics under her skinny belt, so I was always the one being flipped onto the scratchy rug and not being able to get up until I acknowledged my defeat.  all in fun, of course, i think…


anyhow..don’t know why i had to go down that rabbit trail...back to body combat.  

he's put together a nice mix of review tracks, threw in lots of our faves. some straight boxing, a killer capoeira with lunges and slow kicks, the ol' favorite karate track to Pink's "hand" song, stuff like that. then he's giving us advice for the upcoming muay thai elbow strikes, "make an "X" across your opponent's face with your elbows..." and as he cues up the music he reminds us to send him our requests. "I remember being a group fitness participant, before becoming an instructor, and I'd hate it when I'd request songs but they'd never play them...well, that doesn't happen here. Friend me on facebook, I'm "pumpdiva", and send me those requests..."

So I'm thinking 2 things here..first of all, how lovely that he remembered my one-time request of "Speed" for this next track, this brutal muay thai number i so love.... and secondly, a little voice inside is asking me, when am "I" going to come out of the crowd of group fitness participants and become an instructor...one day...????" Not anytime soon, of course. Quite frankly I'm quite comfortable where I am, thank you very much, no need to try anything scary like being a teacher right now. The role of teacher is such an intimidating one. I mean, sure, I've been a teacher of kids for years, in elementary schools, high school, dance studios, and instructed adults in dance, as well....long ago. The scary thing about teaching is, you are held accountable to your position and the knowledge you proclaim. Like it says in James 3:1,


Not many of you should become teachers, my brothers, for you know that we who teach will be judged with greater strictness.

There is a time for that, and I know that the Lord has blessed me with the ability to organize information and teach it creatively, at least with kids, and I love to encourage people, i have such a heart for that... but I'm in a different season right now.   I'm the baby bird being fed the worm by others, not ready to leave my spiritual/emotional nest right now and hunt down my own nightcrawlers.  (ew) But one day...yes one day I want to be in that place of sharing my passion for movement, dance, exercise, the love of art in its many forms, using art, writing, dance, music, in worship, i don't know, something i can't yet put my finger on but hope to be passionately involved with...but just not now. 

"Your opponent is on the ground.." Robb is saying, his usual pre-muay thai punch monologue... "...you grab his hair and turn up his face toward you...you gaze into his eyes...and Let Him Have It!!!!!!"  as the song "Speed" begins to thrash over the speakers... "This person must've done something very bad to desserve this.....don't you ever touch my sister!....NO ONE EVER TOUCHES MY SISTER!!!!"  he roars as we're letting into our imaginary opponents...brawler punches, kicks, and elbow strikes, then jumping/flying elbow strikes as we hurl our inner madness into the air... ahhh, i love thursdays.

Finally at the end of class, after our mat time of alligator push-ups and crunches, we stand and do a slow stretching version of "kata" movements. He explains that the Japanese word "kata" means the pattern or form of movement, and that it also means "morality". interesting. i just love movement. it speaks so much. dancers spend their lives trying to communicate deep thoughts through this medium, using their bodies as instruments. Someone once said,  
"Dance is the only art of which we ourselves are the stuff of which it is made." - Ted Shawn quotes from BrainyQuote.com.  (thanks, Google)

So true.  My life...expressed in movement.  perfect.

ok, i know i should end on that note, but something hilarious in body flow class...we're doing our yoga stretches, and i guess i'm not quite into the "zone" mentally, because we're doing this stretch called 'threading the needle" that looks kind of like this, only without the surfboards (oh how i wish we were on surfboards in our swim suits on the ocean doing this...!!!) ... and suddenly i make the mistake of craning my about-to-pop-the-head-off neck and look up and around the room...and all i see are these butts in the air as we're all twisted up in this ridiculous pretzel pose...and i just lose it. lose my balance, plop down like a sack of potatoes, lose my composure, crack up and start snorting like a pig. ahh, the zen of the moment..


Wednesday, January 1, 2014

scattered thoughts, a writer's curse...(oops!) and p.s.



Scattered thoughts, random musings, sudden inspirations..scrawled into various small notebooks I keep everywhere, journals, post-it notes, scraps of paper, recipe cards laying around while I'm cooking, whatever I can find to write on, then stashed secretly away...in bags, purses, other books, pockets, or even underclothing...(did i just say that?) until I have time to deposit them either here or in a private my-eyes-only journal. I wonder why I am so addicted to this...i mean sometimes i'm thinking, why don't i just keep my big fat mouth shut for once. but i can't. it's a writer's curse. i can't stop the words. the muse works 24/7, especially in this past year. the stuff's gotta come out of me. somehow. it's my loudest voice. my bravest. also the looniest. the most honest. and the most scatter-brained.


One day, I may write a book. Yes, a real, actual, planned, researched, organized, re-written, edited, proofread, book. Bound or electronic? doesn't matter. maybe cheaply self-published. what about? who knows. My latest idea is that of a novel, of a character vaguely similar to myself, only the names are changed, and the setting and details more dramatic. I will use pieces of this blog as the fodder, the cow's cud, interspersed among the narrative to express this imaginary character's true feelings. my own, disguised as hers. But of course her life, this brave heroine, will be much more exciting than mine. She may do things like jump out of airplanes or mud-wrestle electric eels in the Amazon. oh yes. perhaps even ride the rails in Europe as a spy. But her heart, her drama may be like mine, for i will know this character well.

or maybe i'll just write a cookbook.

whatever.

point is, i don't have a point. i'm a rambling crazy writer who has no focus yet. because i'm still lost in my own journey. waiting for the sun to peek in through the canopy of this rain forest, so I can slam these electric eels back down into the river with a powerful kick and a bone-crushing arm bar. oh wait. do eels have arms or bones? i think not.

now where was i going with this? gotta finish this later...time to sleep and dream of eels....then wake up and smash them all in body combat class. Hiiiiiiii-yaaaahhhh!!!















AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWKKKKKWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the following is an excerpt of an article i read recently and had only copied/pasted it here because i wanted to go back and use just a few quotes from it, not the whole thing, for fear of sharing TMI...but oh well. it is what it is. if you learned anything or were inspired at all, great.




oh. p.s. sorry about all my unedited, sloppy posts. i think i'm secretly hoping that my awkward, rough draft style of writing will turn off half my audience...the fewer readers i have the more uninhibited i feel in writing whatever i want. less pressure. one day i'll think about polishing things up to look good, but till then, i'm just here to let off steam.

another post is brewing in my head, but my body just got slammed at the gym today, seriously, so i need a nap. later...









You may feel a deep need for a mate, a partner, and a companion to ease your loneliness. Be patient, now is not the time. First, you must learn to be single.
“You don’t solve loneliness by getting married,” says Dr. Myles Munroe. “Some of the loneliest people in the world are married people. Nothing is worse than being lonely in a marriage because you’re trapped.”
Dr. Munroe says God designed people to be single.* He explains, “People walk around with a tremendous misconception of what it means to be single. Singleness, in its basic definition, means to be separate, unique, and whole. To be single means you are separate from everyone else, and you are unique in yourself-which means you recognize there’s no one like you, and you have worth within yourself. To be single also means you are whole; you don’t depend on other people to make you somebody. Until a person is completely single in these three areas, his or her relationships will always be a problem.”
Have you come to the point where you know you are separate, unique, and whole as a person? After you consider each of these three areas in your life, think about the longings and worries you have and the emotions you sometimes struggle with. Learn to recognize areas of your life that need work, and avoid new relationships with the opposite sex until you are completely single. God has a purpose for you in your singleness-don’t miss it!
“For everything, absolutely everything, above and below, visible and invisible, … everything got started in him and finds its purpose in him” (Colossians 1:16 Msg).
Holy God, You have created me for a purpose that only I can fulfill. I am unique, special, worthwhile, and whole in You. Amen.
*Dr. Munroe’s definition of being “single” does not refer the the world’s concept of singleness, but rather being complete and whole in Christ (rather than needing another person to complete your identity). Subsequent messages will expand on this concept.



Today...I will stop looking at social media and feeling sadness and jealousy for those who spent their new years with friends, having the time of their lives.  laughing and feeling free.  i will not grieve the sadness in my heart.  Today I will think of happy things. breathe the good air.  Be thankful for my health, my family, the gifts, talents and dreams God has entrusted me with.  why He chose to put such a wild dreaming heart in me, I don’t know, for I feel unable to obtain those dreams in my present situation.  But I will begin to believe what God says about me.  But first I will get back to work..