Garagey I love you

I love organizing. End of post. No seriously I get A LOT of pleasure from a sweet looking garage labeled and "binned" up. I have that now! Don't be jealous. It took about four months to do it. ( not consistently obvi!) Now the car fits, the bikes are hung and best of all there is room for more shit. Love it. After it was done David and I sat there drank a beer and admired our work. That was his idea which I thought was so cute. There is a good no great chance that we will never use the crap in there but I get giddy thinking about the contents. If we go camping we are ready. If we need to have a giant propane burner with no pot we are covered and if we decide by some strange chance we need to hang our coats in the detached garage during an Iowa winter we have a lovely wooden coat rack to0. The walls are adorned with shovels, nets and bicycle tires. There is no real reason for saying that other than the fact that I thought it was impressive that the word adorned popped into my head and I knew how to use it. Or so I think. I am off to have a celebratory frozen pizza adorned with cheese now I'm just being ridiculous and repetitive for no good reason. Seriously though it's a cheese pizza. Tony's which I think is the best right after Stouffers french bread pizza. Tomorrow I am going to a Baaa of Soap class. I'll explain later. ( if I remember)

That's Not Funny

This dedication goes out to all my readers who use humor as their exclusive means of handling pain...don't do it. Sometimes you just have to sit and feel and feel and cry and scream and read and journal and cry and knit. Sometimes when things fall apart it takes time and patience to put it all back together and in the end you may have a totally different thing and you should be prepared for it. I am kinda. I'm waiting patiently-ish. What's it all about? I don't know but I am definitely regretting saying a bunch of positive and uplifting stuff to my friends and family because now they spew it back to me and it makes me wanna scream because mostly it's the truth. One of my favorite concepts is perception gathers information to make your beliefs real. When I'm all warm and fuzzy I just love it. And I believe it then too but the worst part of it is to still remember it when your down in el dumpo. My perception right now is working over time to gather shitty information and I'm going to punch it in it's little negative face.
I started this blog because I wanted to do something new. I wanted to do more on the Internet. (I know I'm a few years behind but so be it) Sometimes I'm funny and sometimes I'm dark and twisty. You just never know. Good Luck out there it's fucking scary. Medicate yourself accordingly.

Condo Sweet Condo

I drove back to Iowa City last Wednesday. It took me 15 hrs. I drove with a purpose get home Fast (and safe) It is a really straight and pretty easy drive. When I got home there were some cute surprises for me. Flowers by the door from my In-Laws and when I opened the door there was a giant sign that said,"Welcome Home Lovee," it was bright and it had stickers all over it. Fantastic. There was also flowers, a very nice card, and Halloween goodness. I love Halloween. I brought an SUV full of treasures back from NY that I am still putting away. There is definitely an art to living in smaller spaces and I have to get my apt. mojo back. The last apartment I lived in was organized very well, everything had a place but it took like 2 yrs. Then I was super spoiled in my house because there was so much room so I could have all the bins my heart desired and my heart desires A LOT of bins people. I have recently graduated to fabric cubbies but that's another post. I went to Cedar Rapids the other day. The End. Well pretty much except I took Millie to see "whip It" she loved it. It was her first movie she had her own seat. It was a matinee. I smuggled her in her bag and she was quiet except for a few short pants. (not capris) Speaking of which my mother-in-law loves short pants. Enough said. Texas is hot? I've been aking lots of trips to Starbucks to get espresso truffle lattes. Consider yourself warned a venti has 560 cal and 50 grams of sugar. No shit. But it feels so good.

Coffee & Tears

After all my experiences with losing loved ones I still suck at grieving. I still think grieving is a tidy little thing I can do while I have a cup of coffee and update my facebook status. It's not. I can't believe how bad I am at it. I have no idea how long it takes or what you do or how to feel it. But boy do I feel it today. I obviously need a grief counselor. Or maybe 3 or 4. You see Doc it started 16 yrs. ago... no I haven't yet but it's always on my "to do" list. You should know though I have a short term and a long term "to do" list. Grieve has a prominent place on the long term one. Even I as sit here and write this I think o I must be over it now. My Grandfather died a week ago but in my family you focus on outfits and flowers not how it feels. And I looked good! I can't believe how much that doesn't matter but how comforting the distraction is at the time until a week later when your neck hurts and your manicure is chipped and you can't stop crying. I seriously wish I had something to buy a dress for today because I could use the distraction. Or something to eat I love a little emotional eating.
In the meantime I have been doing some of my other favey(fayvee). Organinzing with my cousin Nicole. Bringing people I love together and spending quality time with some of the big hitters in my heart. I love love love NY in fall. I forgot how beautiful it is. The Hudson Valley is still one of my favorite places. I'm working hard to build very positive new memories here and I'm well on my way. I love being with my cousins as adults that has probably been my favorite part. Spending time doing mundane things with people who have known you since birth and have the same blood, there is a very special rhythm to it. They laugh before you do anything funny because they know something ridiculous is coming. It's the best.
I miss my Poppy already and although he was ready and I am so proud of him for doing it "his way" it's a big loss. He was a very big connection also to my mom so I'm feeling a little double hurt right now. He had lots of cute little stories and good advice. My favorite was that I(and everyone else) was looking for a job from 12-1 with an hour for lunch. I thought that was so funny and I quoted it a million times. One of my favorite last memories of him was when after like a 20 hour drive and a lot of emotion about what I would see when I entered his room in ICU, I leaned over his sleeping body he opened his eyes and I said "hi Poppy it's Tara " and he said, " yeah I know." It was a very appropriate reunion. I laughed and he rolled his eyes at the thought of me thinking there was something wrong with his mind. We spent some great time together these last weeks and I am grateful for all of it. And everything else. And I mean everything.

Yoga in a New York minute

I went to Hot Yoga aka Bikram yoga in Iowa for the first time with Nic last week. We were both Bikram virgins. I scoped it out before she got there and we decided we would try it. I've been itching to do HotYoga and she loves Yoga so here we go. 94 degrees and 50 % humidity for a 75 minute "beginner" class. We bring towels, water, and a mat as instructed. The place is lovely and clean. The owners are super nice and patient. I love the teacher and she gives us modifications to make the poses easier for our first class. It is definitely challenging but I'm ready to go again soon. I loved it. The next day I head to NY on an impromptu road trip to visit my Grandpa who is in the hospital. Even though I'm going to see my Pops I want to make sure I take care of myself too while I'm there. Soooooooo I decide Hot Yoga it is! I mean I loved it and I wanted to share the experience with my cousin(s). We are all going to be healed and happy and healthy. Obvi! So I recruit cousin Nic to find out the details. It's in Yorktown, it's affordable for first timers, and ALL the classes are beginner. Hooray. Sign me up. This class is 90 minutes but I can handle it. We walk in and the teacher takes our money and says Ok here are the rules (which are easy) to follow and then she says I will let you know when you can drink water. She'll say "it's Party Time." so fuuun. I can tell soon after that things are gonna be different here. The people are very serious. Serious NY Bikram yoga folk. The instructor does not turn off the florescent lights and there are giant windows facing the parking lot. Not serene. The craziest part was that the instructor never stopped talking. I actually don't think she took a breath. It was like she was auctioning off the poses.My cousy took a sip of water because it's 104 degrees and she's thirsty. The teacher says it's not time and Nic kept drinking and I was thinking I got your back Nicole drink up. I thought about walking out a few times because really it was too intense.I am fluent in intense I recoognize the smell. I modified some of the poses the way the Iowa instructor showed me and this freak was like your not getting the benefits that way. I wanted to give her a benefit right in the kisser. Exhale inhale Exhale. We got done with the class and I was going to wait to hear my cousin's thoughts without jading them and then I was just liked I hated her I'm sorry I can't go back. If I want to hear non stop voices rambling for hours on end I can just listen to myself. So maybe some things are better in Iowa. When you want more peace and quiet and darkness in your bikram class Iowa City is for you. Namaste y'alls guys. Party time. O O O speaking of effing party time the bitch (yes I did) drank when it was NOT said time and it took all my zenness not to scream it's NOT PARTY TIME IT'S NOT PARTY TIME. But I'm totally over it and that is obvious. Plus the glowy skin is worth ever second.

Dear Mr. Jesus,

I know that I am supposed to lose weight to be healthy so why do you keep LETTING people make peanut butter flavored stuff? I mean you know everyone loves peanut butter. PB snickers, PB cookies, PB cupcake filling what next PB toothpaste.(YumO) Also I love dark chocolate but NoT in moderation so please ease up on that too. And while I'm on the subject of health....orgasms and exercise why didn't you put those two together? If for example at the end of every 30 minute work out in my target heart rate I had an orgasm I bet you couldn't keep me away from that stair master. I mean it just makes sense. Love, your favorite child
So tonight in protest after Hot ( and I mean HOTTTT) yoga I promptly showered then went out for martinis and chicken lips. Chicken lips probably sound fairly innocent and they would be if they were actual teeny chicken lips. But they're not. They are giant chicken breast slabs that are breaded, deep fried, and then drowned in wing sauce served with a tub of blue cheese or if you're watching your weight you could get ranch.
I am just about to hit post but I am a little apprehensive to post something with the word orgasm in it. I wonder what my mom would think if she knew that I knew what an orgasm was and much less if she knew I'm interested in having one. And why would I ask Jesus about it. Shouldn't I leave Him out of it? I don't think my mom realized that God invented sex. Duh Ma duh.

Fame hasn't changed me

I was REALLY worried that after dancing in the world's biggest flash mob dance at the Oprah taping I would be you know different but I'm still me. It was a close call. I wondered if I'd be able to walk the streets as I normally did or would I have to disguise myself. And to make matters worse I was interviewed twice. I was now a national news hero. I obviously just wanted to be able to go back to Iowa to enjoy my quiet isolated life. I love strolling through the downtown Iowa City farmer's market and I couldn't bare the thought of giving it up. I guess I could have had my people go fetch something for me but they have other tedious work to do for me. I need to have Millie's shit picked up, ice water to take A LOT of pills, and I like to have someone to stand over me while I sleep and fix my blankets. (I can be a restless sleeper)I get chilly.
In all seriousness I am very glad I got to see Oprah in person. I am going to try to get tickets to see her in the studio so I can get dressed up and sit down. I also realized how much I would like to explore Chicago. It seems like a great city. I want to take advantage of being so close to it. I just watched some Food TV shows about Chi-town and it got me revved up for culinary adventures. Also it has a Home Goods store location which I am obsessed with. It is the home version of TJ Maxx. Loves it. I have been trying to make the condo more "homey" but falling short obvi some purchases would fix that in a hurry.
I have been having a pretty unproductive week but I did go for my routine mammogram which is a good accomplishment for the week. I think next week I am going to make a dentist appointment. Stay tuned for that excitement! I am going to a knitting class on Tuesday which is going to be cool. Knit 1 Pearl 2 is what my mom always used to say and now I'll find out why. She was a great knitter/croucheter. She was a talented crafter in general and I am trying to follow in her footsteps. I go to a place called HomeEc which is a super dope store/ learning place. Project 1 baby scarf.