Nope, not a recipes blog.
Also not a food critique’s page.
Why can’t life be delicious? When I’m happy life is sweet, when I’m grouchy it turns sour. Although I do have my moments, most of the times you’ll hear me contently and enthusiastically pronounce “Ahhh… It’s been delicious!”* (For more on the etymology of this construction, see the footnote.)
I’m a relocated 30-something-year old Eastern European, married to a 40-something-year old American of Scottish ancestry (he loves it when this comes up), mommy to a couple beautiful boys born 2013 and 2015 (despite all my prayers, hail-maries and offerings, they both were born in the winter months; I tried real hard for Leos… Leo girls…) and an anxious red-haired golden retriever born in 2008. It’s been a few years now since we’ve moved to the cutest beach town of all, on the awesome coast of Southern California. We are finally home.
Now that I am done procreating, and my littlest approaches a year of life, I am diving head first into projects that hopefully will bring me onto MY path in this life. As much as I love being a mother and surrendering myself to this role, I do aspire to maintain my individuality and not lose myself completely. Yoga is one of my passions; I teach yoga and I am a future Yoga Therapist (Yoga Therapy RX, 2018, LMU). I cannot stress the importance of finding a routine that nourishes your body, mind, and spirit – yoga does that for me, and my hope is that I will inspire you to seek that which lights your heart and life. I do my best to live in gratitude, counting my blessings every morning (while I work on my Five Minute Journal while on the potty teeheehee!) and sometimes at night as I end the day with a #gratitudejournal post on Instagram, and striving to see the beauty in all that surrounds me.
I wouldn’t mind living in the outdoors, before the babies we used to camp every other week over the summer; I’ve always had the travel bug inside of me, and would never say “no” to packing a bag and taking off; I miss Europe with its exquisite architecture and changing weather, and all the good souls I left behind when I crossed the pond; beautiful art gives me butterflies to my stomach and I openly wish I had some artistic talent; I love listening to music and, as I type this, I realize I miss dancing; I believe Jon Stewart is brilliant; How I Met Your Mother, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Lost and Breaking Bad are the only reasons I’d turn on the TV; I’m addicted to Haagendazs coffee ice cream and do eat more than I need to; I used to be active, not so much anymore, but I made it my goal to change this; I love people and animals alike; I wish people were less mean, more loving, less preoccupied with unessential things and more in tune with their core, natural needs; I pray that my children will grow to be happy, well-adjusted, confident individuals in this complex world.
I strongly dislike fake people; snobs and braggers, too; animal abuse, suffering old people, and unhappy children make me cry (among maaaany other things, crying is one of my favorite pastimes); depending on their size, spiders can really make me sick (I would still live in the outdoors, with a can of HotShot in hand); don’t snore next to me, it drives me crazy; I have little if any patience for idiots behind the steering wheel.
You couldn’t know me any better if you lived with me!
Enjoy my ramblings! I’ll give my best to stay coherent and digress as little as possible. Can’t promise anything though. Ciao!
*The origin of this syntax lies in the way I have positively reviewed meals for years now, to my husband’s amusement. Apparently, as an ESL-individual I’m misusing this construction. Or perhaps I am overusing it. I should check back on this. The bottom line is, “It’s been delicious” stuck and we’re now using it to describe any delightful and enjoyable experience. It has become my husband’s favorite line. Who would have thought, after all the fun he’s poked at me because of it?