Friday, January 20, 2012

Ahoy!


If you have blinds or shades, then you probably have cords.
For safety's sake, and a tidy appearance I have forgone the chintzy, unattractive cord cleats that come standard with window treatments and have opted for a masculine, nautical friend: the boat cleat.
They are sturdy, inexpensive and unexpected.
Design is in the details, my friends.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

"Give It Up"

*photo courtesy of www.xxlmag.com

When my friend asked me a few weeks ago to go see a Wu-Tang concert in Philly with her, I immediately said yes with a primordial excitement, as did our other married-with-children-friend whom she had been discussing it with moments before.
Who wouldn't wanna revisit one’s past? We were not about to miss out recapturing one of our youthful pleasures.

But when each of our husbands turned us down on the idea, I think we were a little crushed inside, both by our sadness for not attending the show and for realizing our husbands’ (most likely irrational) fear of the off-chance that their baby-mamas would get caught up in a fight of gel-heads wearing-white-shoes-and-tank-tops-in-winter being possible.

Stereotypically, husbands keep the transmissions in our vehicles running, we wifeys make them dinner. They spark us, we spark them. Either way, any and all solid partnerships are about fueling one another with all the goodness we need to keep going, achieving, growing, learning, living passionately, and yes, keeping smart and safe. Just like children do with their parents, we as adults in partnerships (and even in candid friendships) each have someone to answer to and keep us in line. And people that do not have a partner, or a child, or a vigilant parent or friend they care to answer to often stop answering to themselves. Perhaps, if they are not being the best they can be, they are the ones who have nothing to lose.

As I sit at my desk, next to a photo of me jumping out of an airplane, I can’t help but wonder, when we move from risk-takers to sensible choices, is that the true mark of adulthood? Is real adulthood making the hard, selfless choices to get to the outcome I want rather than proving myself right or vindicated all the time?


After jumping out of an aircraft five times, I can positively say that I would never willingly do it again. But it is the reminder of it on my desk that lets me know what I did at 10,000 feet will always be with me and what I can do on the ground can be equally exhilarating if I just take that proverbial leap in to “adulthood.”

Perhaps the “adult” Cira James, ain’t nuthin’ to F’ with.

Saturday, January 7, 2012

It's Painless.


After being sick the first few days of the new year, and sick of being sick with my many on-going ailments (blah blah blah), I'm weaning off the "pharmies" and going balls-to-the-wall homeopathic. Homeopathy has been a part of my life since my existence (thank you, mom), but never 100%.

So in 2012, I resolve to be aware of what I use to heal myself, and to be sure it is actually healing me and not masking the real issues. I have ran out of options.

In light of this, and rather than going on a long tirade as to what has been ailing me for decades, I have a whopper of a recommendation and an unsolicited endorsement:
Eat to live.
Exercise.
And use The AuraWave.

Yes, The AuraWave. I don't even care that I'm plugging something. It's that awesome.