“Girl’s Nights” Will Always Be A Mystery…

Women are exciting. We can be a walking dichotomy, always full of little surprises. One minute we are bashful about showing cleavage, and the next thing you know we are whipping our panties over our heads hollering like a frat boy. And the topic of sex….oh yes gentlemen…..it comes up quite often believe it or not. I think it has been a common notion that it is the male in the relationship who runs around talking about last night’s position conquest. But alas, they have been oddly quiet. Ladies, we have been misinformed!

While there is the occasional high five during story swap at guy’s night, its the females who are boasting and sharing about their sexual prowess, upon which may be followed up by advice and tips from the other women. We have broken out of the box, so to speak, and are enjoying our feminine sexuality more than ever before. No longer are we looking solely to Cosmo for sex advice. Girl’s night is our excuse to be candid about what goes on in the bedroom and how we can improve. Gentlemen, you should be flattered.

Since when did men and women reverse these roles? I don’t know, but I sure do love those girl nights….

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To Iowa I Go

I recently went on a trip to Iowa to visit my best friend, Amy, and her husband, Tyler, for a relaxing week. They are expecting their first child in July and I really wanted a chance to see them before they were caught up with family and piles of dirty diapers. Now, most people’s response to anyone going to Iowa (including mine) is, “What the Hell is in Iowa?” That was the first question I asked Amy when she decided to pick up and move from our home in SoCal, full of sunshine, beaches, and endless activities, to Cedar Falls, Iowa. For a boy. After only knowing him for a few months. But love is love, and now they are married and expecting a beautiful baby boy. I can recall the phone calls and tears of frustration of her first months living there, with the below zero winters, and only one, ONE!, Starbucks in the entire town. I could understand her pain, as I was taking her phone calls laying out on the beach, breeze blowing through my hair, sipping my second iced latte of the day…in the middle of October. So when I decided to visit, I had already mentally prepared myself to do nothing the entire week. After all, I was going to a tiny Podunk town in the middle of nowhere. What was there to enjoy besides the company of friends? But, a big city girl like me was pleasantly surprised at how much I actually enjoyed it. Here are the list of reasons I found that everyone should go visit the Midwest (at least in the spring/summer):

1. After a rainstorm, the air smells so fresh, a foreign thing to those who live in LA and smell smog 24/7.
2. The ponds have gigantic bullfrogs.
3. Corn
4. Amazing steaks
5. Everything is cheaper
6. People are good-hearted, good-natured, and actually have conversation with strangers
7. The men are southern gentleman and grow up knowing how to treat women(I’m going to catch one someday)
8. Beer is involved in every get together
9. On an acre of land, with a pond and a grove of trees beside you, a well placed hammock can make even the most stressful hearts blow away with the breeze
10. Life slows down, allowing you to enjoy every moment of your day
11. Country songs finally make sense once you have actually driven on a red dirt road, windows rolled down, watching the farmhouses passing by
12. There are actual neighborhoods, with green grass and huge trees, not just miles of corn. (I know, right? You have to see it to believe it)
13. Amy and Tyler live there!!!!! (this may be the best reason of them all)

Broken Fragments

Focus on the good in your life. Breathe in all of that energy and love. Remember that God is always in control, even when it feels like the world is crumbling all around you.
It’s in those broken pieces that we find our miracles.
Those fragments will become the foundation of your strength. The fortress that will stand tall;
regal, majestic, and thick with the integrity of the hands that built it.
Every day that we are still standing is a miracle in itself. Remember that. As Fredrick Buechner says,
 “Life itself is Grace.”
Remember who you are. You are always worthy of love, worthy of admiration.
We are a broken generation crying out to be saved. Crying out for redemption.
And I am one of those.
I am one of those shattered pieces of earth. A broken fragment waiting to be turned into a miracle.

A Little Slice of Heaven

So, instead of a punching bag that I have so desperately needed the past few months, I have discovered yoga. Now, of course this is not my first time ever doing yoga, but I found a place here (thanks to my sister) that I love and actually want to go to on a regular basis. Typically upon entering a yoga or Pilates class in a gym setting, you find yourself amongst tiny, impossibly in-shape women that you find yourself ogling at during the entire class, wishing your body would do those magical things. It’s very easy to get distracted and find your mind wandering elsewhere.

However, Cambio Yoga is the complete opposite atmosphere. You walk in and you feel like you have entered someone’s house. There are people hanging out on the couches, at the kitchen area, and on the floor chatting with one another. You look around in amazement at how many normal-looking women and men there are… all shapes and sizes. No one is trying to impress one another and it refreshes with its unbiased “come as you are” attitude. Not to mention the classes are paid by donation, and you decide how much you are able to give. Which is just awesome.

The fitness room itself is dark, with a few candles lighting around the edges, creating a warm glow. You hardly notice anyone else around you, allowing you to fully relax and focus on yourself, instead of how much better or worse your neighbor is at the movements. The temperature in the room ensures that everyone is profusely sweating, but in that good, you-know-your-body-is-really-working, kind of way.

Even though I only recently started, it has become my little slice of heaven. I crave it, and I can’t wait to go again tonight. As I feel my body getting stronger, life’s daily stresses start to melt away…I feel my heart get a little lighter and my smile a little wider. Follow @chatzee8