deny...deny...deny!!

Last night, I devoured an entire bowl of spaghetti with seafood drenched in garlic oil for my brother-in-laws birthday dinner and I must admit- I felt undeniably content yet obscenely bloated. It finally occurred to me that this was the kind of self denial I'd seen posted all over Facebook earlier in the day. I saw everything from giving up on chocolate to refuting negative self talk and decided, "How bad could it be?" As usual, I was fashionably late for the start of the Lenten season but clearly willing, or at least, thinking about making the sacrifice. So, I sat at my desk and devised a short list of things I simply can't do without. In no particular order since they all rank the same, my list looked like this: coffee, vodka, Bravo TV, and pasta. There was a time in my 20's when cutting carbs would've been the equivalent to nixing caffeine and alcohol in my mid 30's but that's just ridiculous! So, I officially bid adieu to the likes of penne and ziti...today, on day 39.

Evidently, I'm no angel. You know, being late for Lent and all. But, I did owe it to myself to delve a little deeper into the benefits of self denial. Obviously, a month without pasta would flaunt the effects of less belly bulging and visible cellulite- but I wondered...how and when would I begin to see the spiritual repercussions? This fast/sacrifice/temporary loss of sanity wasn't just about being pleasantly surprised when I stepped on the scale, right?  Wasn't this about giving back and letting go of what we over indulge in? If that's the case- then along with heaping plates of linguini, I'm throwing in excuse making and procrastination and having them all take a nice, long hike. Well, at least one that lasts 39 days, that is. And you- what are you giving up? Do tell...

this post is dedicated to our kuya Romey! Happy forty...ooops, I meant thirty something!!! Aloha.

en garde...

I don't mind the occasional garden variety rumor, some of which happens to be true but mostly, for entertainment purposes only. Like when Bennifer imploded and Manniston bit the dust- reports of their super star love affair gone awry hit newstands before they could even comment with a, "no comment." And as sad as it is to see poor Jen (Aniston not Lopez) single, yet again...I suppose that's just how the celebrity cookie crumbles. Recently, as the target of speculation and innuendo, I couldn't help but to empathize with the Brangelina's of the world. (without the money or fame, of course). Thanks to a little creative embellishment, I was unexpectedly fodder for versions of the truth and blatant lies that swirled dizzily throughout the coconut wireless which FYI-  is the island equivalent to the mainland grapevine. To put things in perspective, my husband's philosophical response to rumors is, "At least we're relevant enough to talk about." And yes- while that is true, I can't help but feel a much more emphatic, "WTF?!" kind of response.

After a few deep breaths and a couple glasses of Cabernet, clarity began to set in about people who ignore the truth. While spinning webs about the rest of us, I'm sure even the most prudent of gossipers clearly have issues with honesty in their own lives. Sadly, anyone who takes a remote interest in my simple life or enthusiastically asks 3 or more questions at any given time- is automatically demoted to the "do not tell" list. Nowadays, I have little desire to expand on my rolodex of friends but I can always assure this, you can count on me to tell you like it is...and that's no lie. And you, do you keep it real? Do tell...

6 degrees

Thanks to modern technology, I'm able to stay close to loved ones despite a massive ocean, a five hour time difference, and a 4 year sabbatical from the east coast. Social networking, Skype, and PDA's have replaced the need for any sort of personal, intimate interactions and has enabled us to dodge the proverbial uncomfortableness associated with defriending or dissing someone to their face. And even in a virtual world- true emotion is a possibility. I've had heart to hearts via the web, shared coming of age stories with my blog, and even managed to text words of wisdom in the middle of a teenage crisis. Staying connected no longer requires hours of coffee talk and golf outings in order to get better acquainted.  And communicating isn't necessarily about being present but simply a matter of logging on.

According to Google Analytics, my blog numbers are up. Apparently, my cousins and unsuspecting strangers aren't the only ones who find me amusing. I've received random comments, emails, FB posts, and a VERY sweet text message from my husband complimenting my photo and yeah...the blog was good too, he said. It's amazing how far a message can travel, how deep a voice can be heard, and how lucky a girl like me is to know someone like you....even if it is only technologically speaking, that is. Well, anyhow- enough about me. And you...who are you? Seriously, do tell...

PS: no need for anything poetic or witty...and don't go editing your response either. It's just me.