searching for “The mood-regulating neurotransmitter serotonin god”

Dear mood-regulating neurotransmitter serotonin god, hi, it’s me… um.. Autumn is here. that’s all. Hey, the short days are here… So, are you ready? get that good music out and pretend it’s summertime by the lake. get to the grocery store and grab your self some oranges. get out to the nursery and smell some lavender. and bring some home… get out some candles and light up the house. the kitchen , too. laugh at everything. anything. at me, even. smile. a lot. snuggle with a baby or kitty or dog.…

International flirt week 2015

  It’s the most wonderful time of the year. With the lovers all kissing And everyone telling  you to go out  for a beer. (Or what ever rhymes with “year”)… love love love… it’s like a drug. maybe. hmmm… are you ready for some gooey cheese? whenever we ask, “What is love?” it’s most likely because a) we’re unsure if a certain ‘special’ person really loves us. or b) because a certain ‘special’ person has just accused us of not loving THEM. i think when we are truly tied-up in giving and receiving a…

sitting and waiting but not trembling (day21)

Sometimes when you’re just sitting around and you’re a little unsteady… well, you realise you’ve imbibed too much. or not enough. but, somehow, as imbalance as you seem to feel, you are able to land on your feet. yes, feet, because, unfortunately you weren’t born with wings. ” …You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it…

half good or half bad and the whole ugly. (Day14)

the pessimist in me says: you’re half bad. the realist in me says: you’re a mean fucker and a good for nothing son of a bitch. the optimistic side of me says: nothing. the ugly side of me says: turn off the light, loooook away….i’m hideous! the editor side of me says: shit, i should watch my damn language… (and spell properly and use caps when needed and use better grammar…) and something about the opportunist … she just drinks everyone’s rum while they discuss the difference between cynics and…

intersections and synchronicity and the ruptures in our lives (day13)

I saw your picture in a box. The box was in a closet in my parent’s house. I smiled when I saw the picture. I took a few seconds and I put it, and a few other memorabilia, back in the box. My mom asked me if I ever heard from you again. I said no, not since I last saw him.  I’m sure he’s good and happy and living the dream life, I told her. Oh, good for him, she said. I few days later, I saw your name…

azulado es el mar y a su lado es el cielo (day10)

“azulado es el mar y a su lado es el cielo” it must be super heavenly to be out there… and makes me think of all things heavenly. well, somethings heavenly. hmmm… as of now, heavenly things would be: baby breath.  rainbows first rain moonlit street under a light rain cotton-candy Thrifty ice cream with bright colors that should be illegal. I scream with Bou. candle lights in the patio soft skin wine on the weekend… after you are completely exhausted from a long work week and you know you…

Floating without direction and a Summertime Stroll. (day 8)

I gave in when the girls said they wanted a dog. Now, of course she’s part of the family. That’s fine, but I should have known she would have friends. Juno , Willie and Cooper are strolling down the wash. I wish squirrels weren’t so annoying…oh how they taunt crazy juno. And, oh, how juno pulls her persons when they’re least expecting it. But it’s nice that they listen a little when i say “stop while I take fotos!”, the dogs and the girls. Still, it’s difficult to get them to…

the art of waiting and the high status latecomers (day6)

When we wait patiently or anxiously and have nothing more productive to distract us, we just sit around and wait. waiting, but for what? and is it worth it? not sure. I mean a selfish person who idles his/her way toward you… meh… is probably not worth it. but, there are other people and things and situations that are worth the wait. i’m pretty sure. i’m thinking…   When we wait, we: go back and forth staring at the ground then the sky. the sunrise. the sunset. stare out the…

Finding inspiration behind scribbles, closed doors and walls

We have secrets. Maybe little birds  (or the devil) will keep them locked up and safe? Can we find another source to trust? Another source to console us? Another person to share our secrets with or our dreams. Because, hey, we have a dream. Well, we had a dream. In fact, we had tons of them. But… Something happened. Life. Responsibilities, worry, liars and thieves, among other things managed to sneak in. Things that deflate us and suck up all our time and energy, leaving us dull, heavy, lifeless. Thieves that take our…

take a sweater! (por si las moscas)

I’ve been taking my girls to the beach this summer. Funny, we mostly go in autumn or winter, but Summertime at the beach during the week is pretty spectacular. We leave the house a little after mid-day and spend the later part of the day on the sand and they spend it in and out of the water. (my check list to them: bring an extra towel, snacks… and take a sweater!) typically , when the sun goes down, in southern california (malibu) it gets a little cool. sweater temperature.…

International Flirting Week begins February 16

bat those eyelashes, babe! Go get’em tiger! ;) It’s a love fest all month long, sugar. so, if mistress day and Valentine’s day isn’t enough , keep going. hmmm… having trouble flirting? how about doing this: smile. listen. touch. how about some cheesy lines: Is it hot in here or is it just you? don’t over do trying to flirt… be natural… or not. February has a great percentage of wedding proposals… but really? isn’t better to flirt around rather than to get married? i don’t know. this idea of finding…

a super list of manly sexyness

men. the positive side and the things i like about you, man! you open doors and slightly pull out a chair for a lady. that’s courteous. sexy. you walk on the outside of the sidewalk. that’s thoughtful. sexy. you fix things around the house. or at least try to. that’s initiative. sexy you can play with the kids. any kids. genuinely play with them. that’s awesome. sexy. you can make a woman feel feminine just by your powerful hug and a quick lift off her feet. it’s masculine, sensual and sexy. …

things i wish i had known or at least listened to or at least heard more than once when i was a teen.

things i wish i had known or at least listened to or at least heard more than once when i was a teen or 14 or 18 or …now. so, here you go, bou and peanut. meaningful non sense… a list-letter from mama… :) (and  in case you think some of my items on my list are the same, you know, repeated… it might have been because i ran out of ideas  or because i am forgetful) the after hike love., originally uploaded by ¡Laura. stay curious.  have goals…but ultimately…

day 29 – decorum

i trust you will speak properly and politely at the table… and when the others start vomiting racist remarks, then, when they see the shock in your face, and they chuckle and laugh and say they are only joking, you will be cautious with your own words … i trust you will walk away and i trust that you will not bring yourself to their level. well, sure, we all make simple racist-stereotypes comments here and there, but you know the difference between a mixture of racism with hatred with…

day 14 – rolling my eyes and batting my lashes

I’m being a bitch …but when i’m done with all my bitch-y-ness, i’ll give you a hug and hope you forget about it… k? i was working in the morning.. updating clients’ social media pages and adding the 140 ‘effective’ characters on their twitter accounts…some posts on their facebook accounts… etc etc. and all the posts i’m adding and many replying to and commenting on… made me wonder a few things. why do so many SO FUCKING MANY people post all the time? post the same poop all the time.…

fill in the blanks, part cuatro

i want to ask you questions. i have questions. but you probably won’t answer them.. But i  wonder if you will this one time- just this once? or maybe i had another chance to ask them but i missed that opportunity. i have questions …i hope you answer them. have a seat… and tell me… but… in your moments of decisions and spontaneous answers , or well-thought-out comments, the best thing you can do is the right thing… the thing that makes sense and fits you pretty well at that…

day 4 circling around (338)

we circle around. our circle serves many purposes ..unity, whole, endless (infinity)… draw a circle in the air for a hug.. draw a circle on the ground and step inside for protection… eternity… etc. or the moon… something about a full moon that takes me home. takes me to days of walking with my mom in the evening… going to the little market. the moon above us and her humming some little tune not sure where i’m going with this (again, like most things)… but  circles make me feel like everything…

My Sunday Best- sand in your face.

when all else fails … go into denial. claim insanity. lock your doors. roll your eyes. play dead. play deaf. scream. delete the data. all of it. now. or accidentally spill gasoline and accidentally light a match… change the rules. no hablo ingles. kick the first person you see. take a peaceful walk on the beach and enjoy the beautiful sunset … and get some sand and throw it at someone’s face. (be sure you throw enough of it to have them stay down for a while or be sure…

simple little things

a little reminder… i never really appreciated the thanksgiving holiday. not as a child (so much) , nor as an adult. still really don’t. I don’t really appreciate being taught false information about the pilgrims meeting nice indians who taught them the ways farming and survival… etc. etc., (blah blah blah…) hey, did someone forget to tell us about the decimation of millions of native tribes/peoples? did someone forget to tell us about the mass murder and the stolen lands of  the natives? why are we not mourning the natives…