Acting Like Kids Again: Energy Playground 

If you’d like to try something new and to have some fun, then read on. If you are happy with your life as is, then no need to go further!

Last week, in Rose Colored View, I mentioned doing some energy experiments after I started reading Pam Grout’s book E-Cubed. Last week’s experiment was a review of E-Squared and this week is all new. 

These new games sound like fun, so I’m hoping you’ll join me in this experience. Interestingly, some of the games below I had been doing prior to reading about them, so I can attest to the new lightness that I’ve felt since beginning them.

For the next 3 days or 72 hours, let’s:

  1. Start our days by dancing and having fun getting ready to our favorite up-beat songs. “Beautiful Day” by U2, “Happy” by Pharrell, & “Up for the Downstroke” by Parliament are some of my faves.
  2. Be grateful for every little thing in our lives (even the oops’es). Remember Bob Ross’ happy trees? Sometimes the hiccups can turn into something beautiful.
  3. Request a cosmic joke from the universe to reveal itself in the next 72 hours (doing this just the first day will suffice, or you can do this for each of the three days if you choose to be so adventurous!)
  4. Take silliness to the streets. Think of Patch Adams for inspiration.
  5. Write down your observations and feel free to share them here. How do you feel? What was different during these experiment days? 

I am going to be doing these experiments through the week and I plan to post some of my own observations and experiences. It is my hope that you will share your outcomes here or with any updating posts. 

Let’s go forth and choose to be merry! 

Featured image: Google

Up for the Downstroke ~ Cultivating Happiness

Doing the same thing everyday becomes monotonous quickly and creates dissatisfaction.

Creating new ways to do the routine things in life adds some spice and warms the heart.

Yesterday, while I made my breakfast, I played “Up for the Downstroke” by Parliament. Though I pan-scrambled my eggs the same way I do everyday, damn, if they didn’t taste better. I think it was all the hip shaking, sliding and gliding I did while I was making them. Now I have the weekend to practice my grooves before my kids are here to witness my new routine…shaking it!

Today (and everyday) I encourage you to find a new way to bring happiness into your life. After all, happiness is truly an inside job.

Now dance like no one is watching and get up for the downstroke, that’s an order!

Image: Google

Tea Bag Humor

(Im)Mature Humor Warning!

After returning to work following laryngitis, my voice remained rough, at best. A concerned co-worker (CW) offered me tea to help my throat. This is the conversation that ensued:

CW: “Here, take this tea bag, it will help your throat.”

me, wide-eyed and making eye contact with co-worker across the clinic office, “No, really, I’m ok.”

CW: “The tea bag was in my purse, it’s flattened out a bit, but if you fluff it, you’ll get more flavor.”

me, continuing eye-contact, “please CW, please urban dictionary ‘teabagging.'”

CW: “No, I won’t do that…”

Later in the clinic~~

CW: “I won’t say lemon tea ever again.”

me: “Lemon tea is not the issue, CW, it’s that you kept saying teabagging.”

CW: (makes gesture of dipping teabag) “I don’t know why teabagging is so wrong.”

Later still:

CW: “I looked up teabagging and I’ll never look at tea the same ever again! I can’t believe I said it was flattened out and that fluffing it would help! I was just trying to help your throat feel better.”

Me: after recovering from laughing, “and I’m just trying to prepare you for PT school and gross anatomy!”

For more humor:

With Friends Like These (Sexual Humor)

For the Love of Profanity & Juxtaposition


It’s been one of those days and I might just have to throw my head back and shout “FREEDOM” at the top of my lungs when I leave work today. Except they may just “carry me away.”




It’s not all bad, I’m just ready for the weekend. #embracingthesuck

With Friends Like These (Sexual Humor)

Humor is an amazing way to bond with others. This past weekend, I had a wonderful time pushing boundaries with brand new friends and friends I’ve known for decades (yes, decades). I did my best to capture the essence and actual quotes from this weekend. 

There are many excellent quotes that I missed. I’m so sorry for this (punish me, later?). We were raunchy and obnoxious, using hashtags and following up each others sentences with “that’s what she said” (#twss). Got it? Let’s go!

Turn Down for What?

Upon meeting a new friend, “l” she and another friend “made room” for me at the bar:
l- Here, squeeze in here!
t-that’s what she said!
l- [hand on t’s shoulder] oh, my, we are going to get along very well! (oh, and we did, quite gloriously!)

First, a message from our sponsors:

t- “Today is brought to you by the letter D. Tomorrow will be I.”
d- “I C where you’re going with this, K?”

It’s time to hit it! (#twss)

I like it deep, deep on the Southside. (#twss)

Meat Conversations: there was a lot of smoked meat consumed on this weekend….(#twss)
v – Did you do something different this time?
j- Yes, I salted & rubbed the meat last night. (#twss)
v- It’s so much more moist.(#twss)
j- I did the same thing with the pork butt. (#twss)
v- So you added the rub? (#twss) You rubbed the butt? (#twss)

j- The bone just fell out of there. (#twss)
v- This is your piece of meat, J? (#twss)

l- Tiffany, I see you chose a place that serves a bunch of meat! (#twss)
t- I gave you three options, YOU chose the place with all the meat! (#twss)
l- It’s ok. Really, you can never go wrong with meat in the morning. (#twss)
t- Or breakfast, lunch OR dinner.(#twss)
l- or a meat snack.(#twss)

s – I’m not gonna lie, this is the best meat I’ve had all week. (#twss)
s – Eat more meat, it’ll make you feel better.(#that’s what HE said)
s – When are we going back to the three-way cafe again? (#twss)
s – Like Jump on that meat? (#twss)
s -they made this beer too alcoholic. (#WTF?)

In talking about working out and running:
d- After 5 miles [of running], I get bored.
t- I just think about sex. What do you think we do for 13.1 miles?!
d- Well, there’s a problem, it’s awkward for me to run horny [as a man].
t- #three-legged-race?!

d-You’ve got to support the penis
(in unision): l- yes with my hands t- yes, with my mouth

I hope you had a good laugh, or more. Perhaps it’s more funny in person. I’m still giggling!



__/|\__ Metta & Ananda


Friday Funny: #Lovethis

So now that I’m out of the abyss, I am finding my bliss. And it’s making me rather punchy and, well, here goes nothing:

You know, the friends on FB and IG who have more hashtags than words in their posts?! Made me want to vomit. I wouldn’t read your posts…really. #sorry-not-sorry

Well, I use to hate hashtags until I saw this. If you are one of “those” who hashtag more than write, I now forgive you.

In my “crazy running tribe,” we made our own hashtag sign language. #suckit is one of our faves. (use the hashtag sign, then gesture towards your genitals twice) Maybe one day I’ll do a vine.

#cant-stop-wont-stop (yes, i even included hashtag in my tags. #suckit)