Heading back to Vegas later

Just a quick post today.  Lori and I are flying to Vegas this afternoon and then she'll be continuing on to Albany.  I'm hoping I get home in time for my ballet class at 5:30; it's going to be tight.  Don't worry, I've been practicing while I've been away.

I'm such an a-hole.  We've have a ball here in Boise.  Yesterday we dragged Mom to a saloon we found up in the mountains outside of town. 

Mom and Lori

 She's such a good sport--we tried to get her to shoot some pool with us, but she was happy to sit there with an amaretto on the rocks and watch while grooving to the tunes we played on the juke box.  What a great way to send a Monday afternoon; soooooo much better than being at work!

Then last night Lori and I visited a place called called Brewphoria.  Thanks to my reader Other Mikey's Julie for the tip--it really is beer heaven!

I gotta say, it took a while to get used to, but I am so digging the lighter hair color.  I had it done on January 1 and ordinarily at this point I'd have about an inch of gray roots, but the blond highlights blend so well I'm no longer such a slave to my hair. 

What took me so freakin' long to do this?  Seriously, if you know someone with fine, thin, crappy hair that's now starting to come in gray, very gently advise them to get a layered cut with layers of color.  I haven't complained about my hair in weeks--that's a first!  And if you're in the Vegas area, let me hook you up with my gal Lynn Yafchak at Lety's Salon on Tropicana and Topaz (702) 251-5757.  She's amazing.

So now I'll have to find something else to complain about... Yeah, that won't be hard.  All it would take is someone sitting in front of me on the plane with a flake of dandruff for me to stare at for two hours.

Traveling again!

This morning I took a quick flight up to Boise to see these folks.

Looking good, eh?  (I like to pretend I'm Canadian.)  Yup, those are snow covered mountains you see, just past the snow covered hair.

And look who else is up here.

Sister time!!! 

As you can see, I am wearing that shirt every day.  Because when something's true, you should proclaim it from your chest every. single. day. 

I got lots of compliments from women in the airport--everyone wants one.  Do you?  You can get it here.  Warning:  They run kind of small. I have a size Large and it fits perfectly and I'm usually a Medium.  It is a fun shirt, that's for sure!  Last week I bought the domain name imtooprettytowork.com.  Can you believe it was available?  Now I have to come up with some fun website.  Or maybe that could be a book title.  I have a lot to do...

Anyway,  Debbie of From Venting to Viggo fame and I were laughing last Saturday night about how we're both a friggin' pain in the ass because we're so damn fussy about everything.  I thought of her during my flight.  The plane was two-thirds empty--Yay, right?--and I like to sit in the back because you have the best chance of having some room to yourself.  So I get myself all situated with my  Altoids, pen, People magazine and USA Yesterday (they don't publish on the weekend) folded to the crossword--I'm all situated--and what happens but a couple sits right in the row in front of me.

I'm thinking, "The whole back of the plane is empty and you have to sit there?"  Not in my row, mind you, but the row in front of me.  Nonetheless, I am annoyed beyond belief and now my whole flight is ruined because I have to look at that flake of dandruff on the guy's head just inches away from me and if he reclines his seat during the flight I'm gonna lose it.  Which he, of course, does, thus forcing my eyeballs to roll clear back to my cerebellum where no doubt they will someday be stuck for good. 

Now, you might ask, if the plane was so empty, why didn't I just move to another seat?  BECAUSE I THOUGHT THAT WOULD BE RUDE!  So I sat there fuming, just hating this couple for two freakin' hours.  Jesus H, can you imagine being married to me??? I'm a mess. 

Courtney once made herself an "I'm a mess" T-shirt.  Maybe I should have her make me one.

Happy freakin' Friday

I can't help it.  It's true.

Ballet class at 54 -- it's never too late until it's too late

My ballet class Tuesday night was FANTASTIC!!!  I mean PERFECT.  If anyone in the Las Vegas Valley is looking for a good dance school for either children or adults, you must check out The Stage Professional Dance and Fitness Studio in Henderson.  

Though I stood at a bar last Saturday night, it's been almost 20 years since I stood at a barre so even I was wondering, am I crazy for starting ballet classes again at age 54?  Will I remember anything I learned all those years ago?  Will I be able to keep up?  And most important:  Is the instructor certified in CPR? 

I found out right away that this wasn't a beginner's class; it was clearly geared toward someone who had prior training, no matter how long ago.  But no worries. The terminology--plie, tendu, degage, grand battement, pas de bourree, developpe, jete--came back to me no problem.  I imagine Catholics who've been away from the church feel the same way when they hear prayers they learned in childhood; it all comes back to you.  Ballet class was kind of like my Catholic school, and my old dance teachers were as forbidding as nuns.

I always loved barre work and did pretty well considering it's been a long time since my legs got that kind of workout.  Almost instinctively my body knew what to do.  The floor work was more challenging; there's nothing to hold onto.  My legs started tiring and it took a little more concentration to remember the sequence of steps.  And I'll be honest--sometimes I'd catch myself in the mirror and wanted to laugh out loud at my lack of coordination.  Seriously, if you could have seen me, you'd have peed your pants.

But who cares?  There were only five women in the class and I want to say four of us were on either side of 50.  One woman was really good--clearly she's kept up with it over the years--and the rest of us held our own.  But the beauty of being in dance class at this age is there's no sense of competition; there are no show-off girls to secretly hate.  We're all there for the pure enjoyment of it and because of that, in many ways ballet at this age is a lot more fun than when I was a teenager.

Our teacher, Tracey Cutler, who also owns the studio, was excellent--upbeat, supportive and patient.   She has quite the bio; she was classically trained at the School of American Ballet in NYC and has had leading roles in The Phantom of the Opera, Cats, Camelot, and A Chorus Line.  All of the instructors at her studio are pros with equally impressive credentials. 

Tracey Cutler in one of her two gorgeous studios

This place is such a find!  Adult ballet is offered only once a week, but I'm going to take as many classes as I can.  Hot hula, belly dancing, cardio dance... they're all offered on a drop-in basis, so you don't have to worry about signing up for 10 or 12 weeks and then missing classes because of your schedule.

So guess where I was after class Tuesday night?

Tub, candles, Louis CK on Netflix on my iPhone--bliss!

Yesterday I was a bit achy, but it was the good kind of achy that reminds you all day that your body is getting stronger.  Now my body is yearning to move and stretch.  I stretched all day yesterday in my cube at work and last night I stood at the kitchen counter doing footwork while putting dinner together. I'm probably going to drive Mike nuts, but he says he digs seeing me so pumped.

I am totally pumped; I was so pumped I couldn't get to sleep Tuesday night.  I am so glad I did this!  I hope that if there's something you want to do, you follow through and make it happen.  At least give it a try.  And if you're in Vegas and are looking to dance, you know where to go.

Following up on stuff I've talked about before

Thank you, thank you for all your input on what I should call my "getting from A to B" service.  In addition to your comments here, I've had a couple of interesting ones on Facebook.  One is "Personal Inspirational Mentoring Partner," or PIMP for short.  Hello, I'm Linda and I'll be your life PIMP.  The other is the R-rated  "growth guide."  Schwing!

I do appreciate all your suggestions.  My pal Vegas Flea gave me something else to think about:

"The existing term really is 'life coach' but its such an undesirable term that the best thing would be for you to simply start out and let your satisfied clients refer clients to you and not worry too much what your business card has on it."

I might just do that.  It's not like I'm looking to market this service or anything; word of mouth is all I had in mind.  And he hit the nail on the head about the term "life coach" being undesirable.  I'm trying to figure out why--I guess I think of life coaches as being all wholesome and righteous and politically correct.  God knows and you know that's not me.  I just want to help people get shit done.  Maybe that sums it up right there.

"Linda Lou... making shit happen since 2012"

"Linda Lou... laxative for your life!"  Okay, now I'm just going in a bad direction.  See what I mean? Real life coaches would never say shit.
 
Anyway, on Saturday night I got to meet Debbie from the fabulous blog From Venting to Viggo.  She is adorable and I could have talked her ear off for days.  I was prepared for a totally off the wall whack job to rival Julie of 47 and Starting Over (now Fifty and Fabulous) fame, but Debbie is the sweetest person on earth and I'm not just saying that because she said I'm WAY better looking in real life, which happens to be true.  Anyway, my dear Julie, your title remains intact.  I love you both.

The absolute best thing about blogging is meeting my readers and other bloggers.   I can guarantee that both of these nutcases amazing women are destined to be my life-long friends.  I feel so lucky.

iPhone photos suck indoors

What else...  Mike and I are still on track with our no carbs diet.  Seriously, the weight is melting away and we are NOT depriving ourselves; we're just looking at the nutritional menus of every restaurant we can and making the wisest choices.  It's almost like a game.

Do you have a Red Robin near you?  If you do, check out this awesome menu customizer before you head there.  It's amazing how well you can eat for very little carbs.  I had the blackened chicken with no bun and substituted broccoli for fries.  It was delicious!

Less than 400 calories and only 9 grams of carbs!

Oh, that's ice tea, not beer.   But the good news is, Guinness Draught is only 9.9 carbs--the best bang for the buck in the dark beer category.  Rest assured I'm not about to switch to Miller Lite. 

Don't get me wrong--I do cook at home, but it's eating out that can really pack on the pounds.  But if you take a look at the nutritional info beforehand, you'll at least know what you're getting.  Baja Fresh, Panda Express, and Red Robin are all excellent restaurants if you're watching carbs.  On the other hand, I'm sorry to say my days of Panera Bread are over.  And if you want to pack on weight like there's no tomorrow, head on over to your nearest Five Guys.

Yeah, Mike and I are really pleased with the progress we're making; I'm down 7 pounds and he's down 10.  It's so much easier if your partner is in it with you, that's for sure.  And speaking of "doing it" with your partner, sorry if this is TMI, but consider this:  there's 17 pounds that's no longer "between" us, if you know what I mean.  Think about it--that's more than three 5-lb. bags of sugar!  Believe me, that makes a difference.

Giggity.

Oh, and one more thing... I start my ballet class today!  I'm so excited!  I have no idea what to expect, but I'm hoping I like it.  Too bad there won't be a video--wouldn't you love to see that?  HA!

What should I call this service I'll be offering?

Hey, I need your help.  Starting February 1, I'm going to be offering a service that  I've been thinking about for a while and feel now is the time.  The problem is, I don't know what to call it.  Let me share a few details of my vision.

Simply put, I want to take on a few clients and 1) help them identify their talents and/or goals, 2) create a road map to take them from where they are now to where they want to be, and 3) support them along the way.  Basically, it's "you tell me where you'd like your life to go and I'll help you get there." 

I'm thinking I'll charge $150/month in exchange for 3 hours of my time.  A portion of that time will be used for personal contact  ("check-in" time) via phone or Skype; the rest would be for work on my part, such as research or resume writing.  Most of the work, of course, is up to the client; my role is to help chart a course of action and keep you on track. 

A big impediment when it comes to creative or personal goals is that we're not accountable to anyone; there's no one saying, "Hey, did you sign up for that Tai Chi class yet?"  And if you're shelling out $150 month you're gonna want to make sure you see results, so you'll be more likely to actually follow through to make it worth it.  The ultimate goal is that after a couple of months, you won't need me anymore.

The idea to do this came from a few of my readers who suggested I become a life coach.   I didn't give it much serious thought until recently.  God knows I love to tell people what to do--you know I would tell the pope how to say Mass--but beyond that, I'm starting to see that I may actually have something of worth to offer people. 

For one, I know how to live.  I do have my a-hole tendencies, but you can't deny my joie de vivre.  I delight in being alive and wish the whole world could, too; I know how to have fun.   In my professional life, I worked as a career counselor for many years and have the writing skills to help anyone create a kick-ass resume if they need one.  I can ghost write things to make you look brilliant at work or even help you compose an online dating profile or a love letter.   On top of that, I've been around the block a few times and have shown that I can pull myself out of the shitter and create a life that's better than I ever could have imagined.  I know how to get things done and I have a pretty decent list of accomplishments myself.

So what do I call this service?  I really don't like "life coach," although what I have to offer is probably very similar.  The thing is, life coaches seem to charge a fortune and I always think of them as being kind of, I don't know...  just not me.   I recently came across the term "motivational humorist," and that applies to a lot of my writing, but I don't think it quite nails this service I have to offer.

What do you think?  What should I call this?  Any ideas?



 

Bellying up to the barre

It looks like I'm going to do something I've been wanting to do for a long time.  One of those things I always think about, but for some reason it just never came together.  I'm going to take ballet again.

You know how you have those moments in the cubicle where you think you're going to freakin' explode if you sit there one more minute and you're like, okay, what else can I look up on the Internet?  Well, yesterday I did some research on adult ballet classes and come to find out, there's a dance school that offers an adult beginner/intermediate class and it's right near our house.  I can take classes on a drop-in basis even, which is good for when I'm traveling.  Perfect.  No excuse.

So next Tuesday at 5:30 I'll be taking my first ballet class in almost 20 years.  I started ballet late in life; I was 12 when I took my first class.  I loved it, but I was too late for the party to do anything serious with it.  I continued to take classes on and off for many years--I think I was about 36 or so when I started to get away from ballet.  And then around when I turned 40, I got into yoga--a natural transition.

I still love yoga, but lately I'm itching to dance.  Part of me is like, jeez, I've never taken a ballet class with a 54-year-old body--what's that going to be like?  We'll see, won't we?  This will certainly be a challenge.  I'm psyched.

What have you been toying with in the back of your mind?  Do you think you'll really do it? What's holding you back?

Now, this is much better

Somebody landed on my blog by doing a Google image search for "53-year-old cougar" and clicked on this picture:

The thing is, it's the same photo as the "middle age spread" shot I posted on Saturday--just cropped.  The moral of the story is, now I know I look best from the boobs up.

I love people who make me look normal and just for the record, I'm not yet 55

I'm so excited!   I'm finally going to meet that whack job Debbie of From Venting to Viggo fame when she comes to Las Vegas this weekend.  That chick is OUT THERE!  I could be wrong, but I have a feeling she's going to make Julie from 47 and Starting Over look totally normal.

Anyway, in anticipation of our meeting up, Debbie sent me her cell number, which I immediately programmed into my phone.  I knew she'd be writing a post about the Golden Globes and so as I was watching them Sunday night, I decided to text her some commentary like,  "Angelina, easy on the lipstick!" and "Nicole Kidman: GODDESS!" and "Best gown so far: Jessica Alba."

I don't hear back from her, so I'm thinking maybe she doesn't recognize my number, so I text, "It's Linda!"  Still nothing. Then finally I get this text:

"Hi, Linda. Well, thank you for sharing your night with me. Just one thing--I don't know who you are, though you sound like you're having a fabulous evening. Feel free to let me see through your eyes tonight's events. Take care, Gary."

Gary???

Evidently I entered Debbie's number in my contact list with my area code, not hers. So now I have this new friend Gary...

And I have the nerve to call Debbie the whack job.  I must apologize when I meet her.

Changing topics...  Last Tuesday after eating my low carb lunch at Baja Fresh, I decided to roam around the Ross Dress-for-Less in the same plaza.  I picked up a pair of those Sketcher Tone Up sneakers because, you know, I'm on this weight loss kick (140.8 this morning, who the eff cares) and so I'm at the register and the cashier, who's probably 10 years older than me, says,

"Are you in the Tuesday club?"

Now, because I'm a Ross frequent flyer, I know what the Tuesday club is--they give a discount on Tuesdays to people 55 and older.

I was like, "Seriously, you fucking bitch? I'm not even 54 and a half yet."

Okay, I didn't really say that.  I just shook my head, took my receipt and said, "See you next Tuesday."

(wink!)

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