Cheers to Birthday Season 2014!

That’s right … SEASON.  As in more than 1 month.

Normally, it’s just Birthday Month (November), but we (note, the hubby will not admit to this) started the Birthday “season” off in October this year.  And I managed to continue it through October, all the way through November.  Really not all that hard to do if you “know how to work it.” WooHoo, and I do!

So… here’s how “The Season” went this year:

OCTOBER’s Festivities

  • Weekend Trip to Denver to see my beloved Peyton and Broncos (birthday present from Hubby)
  • Wicked at The Smith’s Center (birthday present from Mom)
  • Weekend Trip to Santa Fe, NM (because the hubby was out of town, and Mom and I have never been so … why not?!)
  • Golf w/ Mom
  • Halloween Candy Distribution while Drinking Wine Evening

NOVEMBER’s Festivities

  • Homecooked Seafood Dinner (with salmon and King crab legs flown in from Pike’s in Seattle)
  • Champagne Brunch at Mozen inside the Mandarin Oriental
  • Trip to SoCA to see family and celebrate my cousin’s b-day too
  • Golf w/ hubby and Mom at Bali Hai (my first time playing here)
  • Dinner at Todd’s Unique Dining in Henderson
  • Girlie Tea (and sparkling wine) Party at English’s Town Square
  • FTDFTD
  • Happy Hour at Tommy Bahamas
  • Lunch at Cili’s (Bali Hai) to celebrate another friend’s November birthday (woohoo!)
  • Dinner w/ friends at Rose. Rabbit. Lie. @ Cosmoplitan
  • Absinthe at Caesars
  • Dinner w/ friends at Korean Garden BBQ (my first time doing Korean BBQ)
  • Golf w/ hubby at Reflection Bay

Be a Kid Again

Who (if you’re an adult) takes time to PLAY anymore?

I don’t … well… not often enough. I’m sure my husband would argue that I play too often, but it depends on how you define “play”.

I define “play” as going to the park and playing on the jungle gym or swings or play a game like volleyball or kick a ball around or play tag. Yea… tag. Or maybe hit the roller rink with friends, do a bit of hop scotch or jumping rope or hula hooping or if it’s raining “puddle jumping”… you know… something you did as a kid. Or maybe build something with legos or blocks … or play marbles or just color… heck… color outside the lines and see what you come up with. You know… do something that is unexpected now, but was totally acceptable when you were 7. (Ok. Maybe draw the line at mud pies. That might be a bit too messy.) Something unstructured… just go with the flow… don’t have a set plan .. just play to play.

While it might seems odd to play tag as an adult, it’s lots of fun.
When Kira was still with me, I’d play tag with her. (Kira was my dog.)
I’d chase her around the park… however since she was a whippet mix… she was pretty quick and often didn’t get “tagged”. She did know how to taunt me though.

Anyways… I think if we had mandatory “recess” every day to play like kids … on the swings and do something from our youth (not dodge ball… that was just violent sometimes)… I think we’d all be less stressed. For one, we’d be laughing the whole time of how bad we were at our childhood games. And we’d be laughing at how silly we felt… how carefree we felt. It would help us let go of every day pressures. It’s not just a stress reliever, I think it would be a “life reliever”. I know when I get the chance to play with my baby cousins at the park, I have so much fun chasing them around and pushing them on the swings.

I’m not suggesting a long recess… although that would be nice. How about 20 minutes? Grab a buddy or your child, and play for a bit in between appointments or on the way home. Don’t take yourself too seriously. Be silly. Be carefree. Be a Kid Again.

Aging Gracefully…. Not!

There are so many things I should be doing more gracefully. But Why?
It’s so much more fun and sometimes painful to relive your youth when you’re over 18. (Ok… so I’m like more than a little over 18 but whatever.)
Of course, I draw the line at getting a BMX and doing jumps like when I was 10. (I grew up with 2 male cousins so naturally I wanted to do what they and their friends were into.)

So, when my friends started roller skating (the 4 wheel kind), I thought “Hey, that sounds fun and would be good exercise too.” Yes, it was and is both. Unfortunately, it reminded me just how uncoordinated I am when it comes to strapping things with wheels to my feet. I’m pretty decent on skiis and wakeboards… but skates… I’m a little wobbly. And this coming from a person who loves yoga, and yoga is all about balance and core. *sigh* I mean… I can even do SUP (stand up paddling), but apparently roller skating is more of a challenge.

We’d meet up about once a week, and skate for a “couple” hours. For me, it was more like 1 hour with a rest every 15 minutes or so. Skating is a workout. My thigh muscles were like… “What?! You want to use us?! What’s wrong with you?!” But I did… and I worked up a bit of a “glow” too. (That’s code for SWEAT.) My 2 friends would glide around the rink… I’d… well, it was a glide-stumble type of movement. I mean… I was moving forward, and I could almost do a cross-over movement in the turns. It would take me a few laps to feel comfortable each time we’d go out. Needless to say, my level of skill wasn’t as good as most I saw out on the rink who could do twists and twirls and looked like they were part of the Roll Bounce movie extras.

Anyways… after a few weeks, I got cocky and decided I needed to try different skates. Apparently, (as I was soon to find out) there’s quite a difference between regular roller skates and derby-style skates. OR… the wheels and bearings are just different. In any case, my girlfriend let me try her skates and I put them on and they felt slippery. Sooooo slippery that when I tried to move around a group of women messing with their locker that I did a not-so-graceful fall where legs and arms went flailing. And to my utter-distress, I threw my left hand down to catch myself. I knew NOT to do this, but reaction over-rode thinking. And I landed hard on my left wrist.

What did I do next? I shook it off. That’s right….. I played like it was no big deal, and that I was fine. I got up and did a couple laps in the skates to finish “trying them out.” In reality, my wrist really hurt, and I was convincing myself it wasn’t broken. Did I go to Urgent Care to get it checked out? Heck No! Why would I do that? It still moved and wasn’t turning colors, so I was fine. (Plus, I hate going to the doctor and/or hospitals, so if I can just “deal with it”, I’ll be fine.)

And the skates…. Did I like the skates? Heck Yea! They were easier to glide and turn. And when my wrist heals and I save up a few bucks, I’m getting myself a pair of skates with a set of outdoor wheels to switch out. In the meantime, I’ve invested in wrist guards and wear them no matter how old or inept I might look. I don’t care. My wrists are important to me. I mean… I want to be able to do down-dog and chatarangas again without all the pain shooting through my left wrist.

And in case you’re wondering… I did immediately ice my wrist when I got home. (My dad was an athletic trainer so icing an injury such as this immediately was drilled into me at an early age.) Anyways… know this…. a wine bottle chiller is an excellent way to ice down an injured wrist. So, the whole aging gracefully bit… Yea… not gonna happen as long as I have the wine bottle chiller and ice packs at the ready, I’m good. wrist (2)