Hello over the ocean

I got an email today from one of my readers (yes, there are a few out there!) who asked where have I disappeared. I mentioned the guy in another blog just a couple of months ago. His name is Phil and apparently he doesn't miss any of my blogs. He founds them funny, he says. Not, my intention though Phil! I'm blonde, not funny. At least not the clasic funny. I mean, not the haha funny...more like a different kind of funny. I call that living in my own world and being very comfortable there, by the way. Now back to Phil. He also wants to know if I am fine and happy. Easy answer, friend. I am happiest I have ever been before. You know what I mean...happy-happy, joy-joy! And because I am this way, I went back to talking upside-down (and downside-up) talks...the ones I am an expert in. This time it is not a monologue anymore. You know what I mean, don't you? 

So I am back to making my own language based on the words I kind of know somehow. The result? Babylonian speak, but this is just me I am talking about now. My new words sound so sophisticated that my usual monologue transformed into a dialogue...just because I found a chatting he who is willing to appreciate the new words and even use them. What do you think about "perhapness"? Very posh. Almost as aristocratic as "maybeness". Wait, I have another one: "more or lessness". Now this even surprised me. What am I saying? Actually my creativity amassed even me. Wait! Not amazed as ahhh amazed....more like scarred  me, but still...

I have other new words too....as a "maybility" to the old fashioned language. You may like them "perhapship"...or not. Somebody has to stop me, please! Maybe Phil, the guy who reads my blogs...from over the ocean. I know why though. Phil is 80, he's seen so much in his life that a blonde like me looks like nothing to them! Thanks, buddy, nice to know that I am less of a weirdo than a regular blondie. Anyway, the message to you (and I hope others who wonder what's with my silence) is that I am fine and happy and joyful and cheerful and just me. Also that I still mix things and words as I always done, work on new programs, plan some new classes, play with some new ideas that would help in my work....so still me, guys!  Nothing spectacularness, amazingness or fabulousness! Just me!:)

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Never enough

I dream dreams. Have I said it lately? I probably did. So dreams…huge ones. I dream to change the world. Too late; others have been faster. Then to make a change in people around me. Late again. Not that others have been more successful. It's just the fact that people change if and when they want to. No need to help or rush things. What else then? Maybe to change things around me. Now, let me be more specific here. Things are things. You buy them, you enjoy them, you dispose them…best place... in the rubbish for sure. The only dream that would stay straight is changing myself, but this is not a dream at all. It is a requirement really. Once again, I like the me side of myself. I can be grumpy or naughty or stubborn or a dreamer of huge dreams, but this is just me. Change is change and I would do it if I'd have to….and I do. However, there is a side that I will never ever touch….my passions. That's right. I will never change my passions. Never ever…and this is a promise. 

So let me go through what I love most. My children, dancing, my work, dancing, my clients, dancing, my dogs, dancing…and dancing. I could dance forever if I would have the time…but I don't. Prioritize better? Excuse me; I am such a good organizer. The truth is that when I dance I forget about changing the world, people, things around me or myself even. I just dance no matter how hard that is on my knees. I love everything about dancing; my ballet shoes, my dresses, my music, my steps. How long can I do it? Don't ask me; ask God. He would have the right answer. But I have one as well, coming from my own perspective of life. I will dance how long I can and I don't want to miss on any moment. Therefore, I teach others too. Little girlies with big eyes, huge dreams and better knees than mine. And I am loving it so much! So another thing I don't plan changing. 

There is an ahh to dancing. A sorrow or a disappointment maybe….or a real fact? Yep, a fact actually, which is that I would never be as good as I'd want to be. I've seen the Russians dancing. I will never be as good as they are…because they do it for living. And that makes me sad. But I am sure that the Russian ballerinas are sad too. Why? Because they will never ever ever be such good Personal Trainers as I am. Because I am passionate about my work and my clients and I will never change that even if I would make some small changes here and there in my private life. Does that make me happy? For sure because I know how hard I worked to get to where I am know. Personal Trainer forever? Hell yes!!! :)

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Walk tall...if you can!

I love my own company. Always did. You know, that quiet, nice time, when nobody is home and I can do what ever I want. But mostly I love the fact that I don't have to please people...just me. I love, as I've said, to be left on my own at least a weekend a month. Sorry...what I meant is that I loved that, but not anymore. So here is the story. Two days home alone. I planed so hard for them, I had so many things I wanted to do. Like watching the ballet DVD Sylvia, which I never seen before. Then catching up with my housework, cooking myself the most amazing dinners, some great music and a good book. Just girlie time, nothing spectacular for you maybe, but heaven for me. Because I was home alone for two days, the peak of my whole month. That's what you think. The truth is that I forgot that I have three dogs, big boys, who completely ruined everything. They didn't even tried hard...everything came so naturally to them. 

First day looked like this. I cleaned the house, baked and cooked early in the morning. Nothing better than having a great time in a clean environment. My boys didn't agree though, so I ended up vacuuming and moping for six times. I had to admit that I was so happy when finally my dogs got to seep....like around midnight. Up to then, they continuously barked....of happiness...then of sadness....then of hunger....of boredom...or just fighting for my attention....which they got anyway. That's not all: they chased the cat, poor girlie, destroyed my plants, chewed some socks, humped each other, slept on the table (Hendrix of course!), all sorts really. My dogs have imagination! There is nothing they cannot do to upset me. But yes, I had a good night because my dogs decided to sleep deep and get a good rest. Now I know that they just prepared themselves for the next day. 

So second day on my own...with the boys. Vacuuming and moping for eight times! The barking went on and on. Same reasons...nothing really! They haven't humped each other anymore...they humped me. It's just because they love me! They still chased the cat and eat her food from early morning to late evening. And barked...I heard them from my studio....my clients heard them too...and the neighbors as well. But nobody complained. People really like me, I guess, because they put up with the noise made by my boys. But, to be honest, I couldn't handle it anymore. So, I decided to be more offensive...which it didn't help by the way. Therefore, I decided to get back to defense. I put some loud heavy metal on that covered the barking. And I ignored them...boy, I so ignored them. I thought that one of my neighbors would call the noise control or the animal whatever office or the police or somebody and they would just take away my boys. But nah. I believe that my neighbors enjoyed the whole stuff. Maybe they have better earplugs than me.

Anyway, it's evening and the boys will go to bed very soon. Thank goodness, God and whatever saints they are around. Tomorrow will come somehow and I will so enjoy the fact that all the freedom my dogs had for the last two days will just go away. Just like that. Because even they are afraid of somebody. Not me, nah. Otherwise they wouldn't play games with me. So, boys, a few more hours and you'll be in trouble....and I will so enjoy it! Have a great weekend, guys. I know I will! :)

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Blondie the One

I collect smells. The nice ones, of course. Every memory I can recall is related to a different perfume. Let's be more specific here. I haven't ever invented a perfume, but I am working on it and, who knows, maybe someday I will have my own fragrance marketed. Something at least as revolutionary as Chanel No.5. That's not possible, I know, but the thought of changing history makes me so excited. I just want to have the courage Coco had when she said that enough is enough. What adventure really to add musk and jasmine, associated at that time with courtesans and prostitutes, to a single flower smell wore by "decent" ladies! She made the demimonde respectable. I want that! In the meantime, I have to smell the smells around me, get well used to them, mix them in my head and make small steps in identifying characters and personalities according to what fragrance they use. And it works like this. 

First smell in the morning? Burberry. All Brits should wear it. It is so them. So Burberry and coffee of course. Those two already make up another fragrance I could invent one day, but it seems so simple  and a blondie's conclusion would be that...... simple smells are not complicated. Seriously? I could do better than that. So I would just add the smell of burnt toast. That could toughen up the aroma of my first perfume. But wait; there is more to it. A bouquet of scents in my first morning class. Four ladies wearing different perfumes. One of them is distinctive. Opium. It may be the coriander and pepper that stands up. Yes, coriander, what's so funny about it? That and some floral spices of jasmine, rose and lily blended with mandarin, clove, orange and patchouli. I can break the aroma of a perfume and smell separately all the ingredients. I was always able to do that. So I could add some of the ingredients used in Opium to the perfume I would invent...if any. Now Burberry already has mandarin and musk. Then the fresh coffee smell. I would also take  coriander and clove and blend them in. What else? What about some tuberose, nutmeg and Madagascar vanilla from Calvin Klein's Obsession, the perfume my lunch time client wears? That would make it very woody and I kind of like that. I could soften it a little bit by adding some apricot and cashmere. I love the aroma of those two. One of my evening clients wears the fragrance. You know which one. The one very on vogue, Usher She. But no, I wouldn't add garlic just because I wouldn't wear my dinner menu, but I would mix some Cosmopolitan aroma. But no again, because alcohol is the main ingredient in every perfume so why to invent what was already invented? My father used to say that and he was perfectly right. 

Now that I have the ingredients, I would definitely have to name my perfume. What about Blondie the One? I don't even have to add my name to it, because everybody would know it's me behind the fragrance. No marketing? Who cares about it? If you, guys, would buy only one bottle each, I would already have sold over 65,000 bottles. And that's a lot of cash. Or I could give you each a free sample of Blondie the One. Nah, I do that anyway, every single day in my blogs. :)

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60 shades of white

I like colors. Like white. Nah, that's not a color. Then maybe black. That's not a color either. Then all the others. I really do love them all and I dress in all sorts of colors... just because I love them. But I already told you that...a few times.  I may have a colorful life or I may be a colorful person. Either way, I surround myself with colors I love. But lately, even me, the one who, as I've said, loves colors have problems in identifying them. No kidding here. It's not that I wasn't able to learn the names associated to colors (I know them in all sorts of languages). It's just the fact that languages change and new words have different meaning lately... Why? Don't ask me; I asked myself for too long and got to no conclusion really. You still don't believe me? Let me then justify myself. 

I love white; I told you that. But nowdays white comes in at least 60 shades (of white this time; none of them being not even close to grey!). There are warm whites and cold whites. Really? White is white...cold as and, as warmer it, is as creamier it gets. Then I like green. Not so much apple green. Sorry. I forgot that it is an old fashioned term. These days it is called lime green and apparently it is not so popular in the States. Why? Don't ask me; ask them! 

You know how much I love pink, but I have some problems with magenta. You know what I mean. That shade between pink and purple, mostly pink with a purple splash...or something like that. As a little girl, I used to call it freesia pink, but now I am a modern girl, so magenta it is. But just between you and I, pink is just pink. Excuse me if I don't always get more specific when I buy pink dresses online. I should know better. I should remember that the next question an outlet would ask is what kind of pink...baby pink, light pink, hot pink...and the list goes on. There is even a champagne pink. Now give me a break. The color is not even close to strawberry champagne; it is more like a creamier something. Same with turquoise. That great bluish- greenish color. But nah again. The contemporary name is teal, what ever that means.

 I am just a girl who loves colors and colorful outfits. I don't have to know every shade of blue I am no artist and I don't work with color. However, I was asked recently if the dress I want is in Egyptian blue or navy blue. Please tell me the difference cos I don't see any. Not when it's about fabric and dresses. But I don't want to look old fashioned cos I'm not, so I replied after a moment of silence (just to make me look less blonde!) that none of those shades of blue were right with my skin color. I said that the only shade that would made me feel happy was Ultramarine. 1-0 for me, guys. Let them now find the difference cos again not a lot! 

Stop me here please. Don't let me go into the entire polemic regarding black. I have to be very careful when I chose online a black little dress....because black is not black anymore. The store would want me happy so their next question would be licorice black or black bean. Please don't ask me...ask God; he knows everything. I am just a blondie who wants to dress colorful. Also one who is happy to live in the 21st Century. No, not a nana, old fashioned somebody. Therefore, I love the fact that online shops (European ones, of course) ask all these questions about shade of colors. I would never admit I have no idea what they want. I will just pick one of their options and wear the outfit as it is...like there is no tomorrow. Because I know better....that black is black and white is white. 

But I am not surprised that we are saying something and understanding something else. New names are given to old things...to make them look less (or more important). There is no abortion anymore....we call it termination now. No divorces....just separations. No mistresses....just the other women. No drugs...just recreational stuff. No hopeless/ useless wealthy nobodies....we call them now socialites. I could give you more examples, but I am sure you know them all....because they are used every day...by everybody. See you, guys, tomorrow...which these days is CU:)

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What the day brings

I always wondered what the next day might bring. Just imagine me contemplating at the end of each day. Nah, nothing like that.... just a question to myself regarding the day ahead. Sometimes I may even have a spark of intuition, but don't take it literally. It may be inner perception as well as just a guess based on interference of reasons, which is far from what Carl Jung called "an irrational function". Is intuition just a function opposed to thinking and feeling as per Jung or much more than that? To be honest, I couldn't care less about defining it, but I do care about the accuracy of the images that  sometimes my brain is  able to put together prior to facts hapening. Blonde brain though! Let me just explain how this works. 

End of the day, mostly good, except the odd things. The good news though is that I survived another day, learnt so much, smiled a lot and hoped more than normal. So evening as I've said, a time when Hendrix, my 8 months old puppy, snores like a man, in his bed next to mine. So, no worries anymore.... Hendrix is asleep! Just time for myself and my thoughts....blonde as we already agreed on! But wait. I forgot to explain why this silence. I took today Hendrix to the beach. Peak of his day by the way; mummy -Hendrix time! To be honest, I kind of taken him out....just because, by the way he pulled, he sort of walked me...as he does! Anyway, we were the only ones on the beach, so we enjoyed it all....until I realized that we are in that season when dogs are not allowed on the beach during the day. Lucky nobody seen us! 

Then the other two dogs went for a walk...not with me though. Left behind just with me, Hendrix threw a tantrum. His speciality! A big tantrum with crying, yelling, barking, collapsing...everything Hendrix does best! He's an expert by the way. I am an expert in calming him...with treats. Anyway, the day is almost gone and I am thinking what I have expected of it and what I got. What I wanted was another story, too long and much too personal, so I am not sharing it..... not even with you. What I got? Exactly what I usually get. Nothing. A big fat nothing. So if you ever wonder what the day is going to bring, don't! Because I have the answer. Nothing! But if you ask yourself what has this got to do with intuition, I hold that answer too. Nothing! It may if you are an introvert or if you know how to read the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, apparently the only one able to identify and measure your ego function. In this case you may relate my dream about not getting anything to getting nothing. There is a small chance of putting them together. But again....don't...because I know that nothing means nothing. And who says that dreams have to come true? They usually don't!  So, let's somehow conclude. If I ever dream (and I've done it so many times!!!) that Hendrix is just a normal, well behaved puppy, with or without any intuition, this wouldn't happen in the real world! Not now, not tomorrow (not ever?), amen. This is all I can say. The rest, as I've said, it's just history!  A very personal one!

Intuition didn't even worked in regards to my blogs. I hoped that some people, maybe one, mostly two, would read my blogs. Never in my hopeless hopes thought to get to over 65,000 readers. Thanks, guys, you rock. You are the ones who prove that Jung's theory doesn't always work. Thanks New Zealand, USA (my most frequent readers), UK, Ireland (love you guys, love your emails!), Canada, Australia, South Korea, Spain, France, Germany, Switzerland, Hungary, Romania, Mexico, Denmark (I have great memories, all in your country), China, Portugal, India, Philippines, Ukraine, Belarus and Turkey (welcome aboard!), Bulgaria and Indonesia. Thank you all! Have a great weekend! :)

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Thanks for my life!

My life is kind of smooth...velvet smooth...lately. It's not because something very bombastic happened that made me gain more confidence. I never had confidence problems and, to be honest, shyness is not something that characterize me. Remember I am blonde? Anyway, back to my smooth life please. So yep, velvet as I've said...and because it is as it is, I decided yesterday to acknowledge and be grateful for every little aspect of my velvety life (at the end of the day, velvet is a royal fabric). There are so many things I have to be thankful for and I don't even know where to start from. After going around in circles for a whole day hoping  to find a starting point that I can thank the creator entity for, I kind of got tired...and bored...as I usually do. But I learnt a lesson and made a decision: I will be grateful for things as they come into my life. One at a time...no more pressure anymore. 

I was driving home when I came to this conclusion. I just spent a great evening with my dear friends Chele and Kev. Great evening? What I am talking about? The best ever, so this is my starting point. I am grateful for my friends, peeps who love me the way I am, don't try to change me only to match the times we are part of. Great start...great friends. While I said my humbled thanks (no, not loud, cos I am not one of those who speak to themselves!), my phone rang. Text message from my girlie Miriam. We text a lot Miriam and I.  My kids are my weak point....and my strong one too. I am so grateful for them both. How can I not be? They are smart, beautiful people...like me. Ooops, I shouldn't have said that about myself, but it's done. 

What else should I be grateful for? Hendrix of course. Hendrix, my eight months old puppy makes my life interesting. That's true. My life is definitely not boring (it's like I am...). My dear boy learnt (finally) to jump on the table so he doesn't have to struggle anymore to pull things I sort of hide on the table. Yes, my boy is growing and, as he does, he finds more ways of of keeping me occupied. So thanks, Hendrix for everything...I mean absolutely everything. Now, if I am grateful for him, I should also be for the other two dogs I own, Max for the last 12 years, and Neo just because he is related to somebody I chose to be related to. I know it seems complicated, but it's not. However, don't think too much...it may become complicated after all.  Not so complicated like the relationship between some of my dogs (Hendrix only) and my cats Mr. King and Ms. Lily. I am so grateful for them as well.

I want to be fair, so, a list would be awesome... but I am not the girl with the list (nor the one with the dragon tattoo; I have different tattoos!). So thanks for my super clients (I love them all), my house and garden (I am so lucky having a home when others don't!), my studio (that I totally adore), being healthy....and super happy, my ballet shoes, my little car (still goes strong, my girlie car!), the holiday I will be having in January, actually for everything and everybody in my life. For you too, guys, you who read my blogs come back for more and email me the most amazing emails. I am grateful even for being blonde. It's easier like this. People don't expect too much from me so I can surprise them from time to time. I just hope that at least one of the people I am thankful for would be grateful for me...or not!  Have a great weekend, guys! :)

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LOL

I am a modern girlie. Just because I love fashion, it doesn't mean I am traditionalist. No way. New and me are like twins! I love technology and couldn't live without my gadgets. They are my best friends and I lean on them in bad and good times. My IPhone is wherever I am and I could never leave him a second behind....told you he is my best friend! I love beauty and for me Apple is beauty and perfection, so I have to have their latest of the latest. Nothing wrong with that. I am no high maintenance to anybody....just to myself and that doesn't really count! 

Anyway, as I've already said, I am a modern girlie and I don't want to miss on anything new! I can adapt to all sorts like a chameleon. I can even learn a few new words here and there. I have problems with abbreviations though and I kind of forget which means what.  Like LOL for example. There is no text from any of my girlies that doesn't finishes with a capital LOL. I still don't understand why I have to have laughters  (lots of them by the way) at the end of every text message, but if this is the trend, I'd go with it. Sorry, that's not quite right. My chicks finish their texts with CYA, which is nothing more that "See you", but I am sure you already know that. Wait. That's not right either. Before the good bys is 10Q. I bet you don't know this. Do you? That's fine then....just thank you! Just one second, please. That quite not true again. Before the thank yous are usually the 34U. Have you seen this before? Nothing else than "three words for you", which definitely means "I love you". Very simple! Oh dear, not sure that's right either, just because there is another one before, something like ?4U (question for you). 

Anyway, instead of going in circles, let me just copy you one of the texts messages I got recently. HiY, BHD 2DA. ?4U.R U F2T L8R? OMG I CN Val. AYKM? GW? L!.TL8R.10Y. 34U. Let me translate it before you get a headache. Hi you, Bad hair day today. I have a question for you. Are you free later? Oh my God, I've seen Val. Are you kidding me? Guess what? Lame! Talk later. Thank you. Love you". Do you think I'm making this up to entertain you? No way. I kept the message; actually I wouldn't delete it for the world! So just ask and I would take a nice little screenshot of it and gladly post it...for the posterity! 

I am a modern girlie...for the third time today. So, guys, you'll hear from me tomorrow. Until then XOXO and 34U and TYL8R....whatever....Have a great day! :)

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Showing your bits off!

I own the shortest dresses ever. No secret here. Everybody knows that. Who says that there are indecent? Who knows what's decent and what's not anyway? Tankinis and knee length shorts (let's be specific here: shorts have to be short!) may work for some....not for me. Not that I am different, nor that I feel a continuous urge to play with your nerves. It's just the fact that I am me, I have my own style and, believe it or not, I am a decent person. So let's just make some light here. Decency has nothing to do with the length of your dresses, hair or beard. So, guys and garls, be who ever you are! Decency is however identified as a behavior and it's mostly a quality of a being. Phew, I feel relieved. I told you I am decent. Not everybody seems to be  though. Let me just exemplify.

So, lazy Sunday afternoon with my girlie Miriam. She, the other blondie, is very into IPhone apps. Not the ones I use though. She is hooked into Tinder. Apparently all youngsters are. I am sure you all know what Tinder is, but I have to prove that I know too. That would also prove that I am not that old...just yet! So Tinder is a app designed to match people, a kind of IPhone dating site....a very smart one by the way. Great concept behind the app, super graphics, easy to use. Now, Miriam, my girlie, affirms that every girl knows that the guys on Tinder are hotter than any other dudes on other dating site. She usually knows what she talks about, so I trust her.  She experimented and totally blogged about dating. You may even remember her blogs about every dating attempt possible. But I am a curious blondie. Always been that. And, as I know some things about other dating sites as well, I decided to go through what Tinder offers for Miriam's age. Great guys really...except that most of them uploaded photos of their naked bottoms. Some even have a front view of them holding their bits. There is nothing wrong with their butts. It's not that I don't like bottoms, but I cannot stop wondering why on earth would you have your genitals as a profile photo? Decent or indecent? Depends on your standards. I bet however that their asses would have more views than the average photos of...average guys. I am not so sure about how many dates these guys would get, but I bet on my life that they have fun. Lots of it... That won't bring them nice girls though! Decent girls have decent photos...even if they wear short dresses! 

So if you ever believe that my dresses may be indecent,...don't. They cover my bottom, thank you very much. I am decent, as I've told you. And even if I would never go so far as showing my bottom to the world, I still have fun. My style of fun. I told you that blondes have more fun. Their kind of fun, funnier than yours anyway! Have  a great week, guys! :)

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I dream dreams....

I am a dreamer. Please take this literally. I mean a dreamer that dreams all sorts of dreams. I go to bed with no desire to cross the lines. I get asleep in a second without any autohypnosis...then I start dreaming. All sorts, as I've already said. My dreams are real dreams...as real as my blonde nature is. Dreams are just dreams, you may say. But no, mine are so special. By the way, my dad always knew I was special...blonde kind of special! So let's just go deeper and elaborate my latest dream. 

So here I was with Hendrix, my eight months old puppy...in my dream of course...after being with him for real day and night for the last seven months. Hendrix was (in my dream...why do I have to repeat it?) such a good boy, listening to everything I said and following everything I asked him. Now, this was dream, you know that because Hendrix would never do what I want him to do. Hendrix is a free spirit...like me. But wait! The dream seemed so real that when I woke up this morning even I believed it. So I looked at my dear boy happy that I was finally able to train him properly. But no! Hendrix was and still is just Hendrix, the naughtiest dog in the whole wide world. Why? Let me tell you why. The whole day I was home with my dogs. You know Max, my senior dog, then Hendrix and Neo, the new addition to the family. Max and Neo create no problems. They are old souls. Hendrix is....let me just think...new soul? nah, just free spirit. A day by myself and for myself when I've done what I liked most: training, training and training. I almost forgot...cleaning and cooking, my most favorite things and I am not kidding. So, I'm a good girl.....Hendrix is not so good. I cleaned the house and was so happy to plan a pampering evening. You know....nails, face mask, foot spa...what blondes like more than their lives. Hendrix doesn't, so he made sure I noticed that he made a new hole in the spa lid. That's fine...it's just the third one. Then brought all sorts of weird pieces of wood on the deck...and made them finer that the finest powder. That's fine as well. I vacuumed already three times today; I can do it once again! Then chewed his food bowl. Fine again. He can use the other dogs' ones, which could create a fight between them, but Hendrix is a winner as you all know. Then opened my nail polish bottle. He could easily be a nail technician this one! Once again fine; he stained only the carpet on the deck....nothing else. And then he barked....the whole day...I mean, every second. I don't understand how my neighbors never complained. I would, but they don't. I believe that they must be deaf. I'm not!

 Anyway, it's almost 8pm and the day is nearly over....without any foot spa, face mask or pampering stuff. Hendrix made sure he had my full attention. Him and nobody else.  He was different in my dream. But let me tell you what. Perhaps tonight I will dream a different dream. One in which Hendrix is bad, real bad, not well trained...naughty as. Wait! This wouldn't be a dream.....this is my true life with my beloved Hendrix. So you tell me please. What should I then dream cos nothing seems to work? What about a dream about me responding to Hendrix as he does to me? Like chewing his bowl...and every cable in the house, breaking everything, barking back to him, destroying CD cases...all of them, running like crazy in the house...and the list is opened for everything. Nah, that would made two Hendrixes....and the truth is that Hendrix is only one....free spirit! :)


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Aligned

Sometimes I wonder how blonde is too blonde...but then I know the answer...never enough. A blondie is just a blondie, nothing more, nothing less. Now, you, guys, know my story. I am quite a smartie, talented and well skilled when it's about my job. I could be every client's dream trainer. I know my job by heart and I do it very well. I am passionate about what I do and I love learning. But when you mention my private life? Hmm,,, things may be quite different here. Please understand me when I'm saying that I'm not the only blonde alive....and I'm not that blonde either, but the stereotype requires me to be even more than I am. So I just want myself aligned and less visible. Wait. That's not right. I require attention, I stir emotions and I am super full on. Every real blonde is. Just remember Marilyn (what a blonde!); then Sharon (ahh, the bombe). Do you want more examples? I could start today and finish a week from now...without repeating myself! 

It's not that I like living to your expectations....I have to! Of course I have to! Sometimes however even I get tricked by myself. There is a whole theory behind it. You know what I'm talking about...that stuff about the subconscious  taking over the conscious. Still no clue? Never mind....The truth is that sometimes  I go really grand!!! Like today. I tried for the last few days to instal my Apple TV, that I've installed by the way long time ago....myself. As a real blonde, I forgot how I've done it in the past, so here I was, trying to find a meaning for a black square thingy, 2 cables and a tinny remote.  My girlies know how impatient I am...very, very. So I tried and tried, but the thingy still didn't work. So I got bored...still on the subject though. But then I noticed that the remote has no blue light....as it had before. I know that for sure because I have a dress, a very special one, in that shade of blue. So no light means dead battery! What a shame. 

Remember I started by being a blonde, a natural one by the way? Now let me explain how blonde....How could I be something else when I listened to someone really special by the way who told me to heat the battery in the oven? Seriously? Bottom line..... the battery exploded! That's how blonde I am! But don't worry guys. That's who I am in my private life. I rock as a trainer! :

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The words I understand

I love learning new languages. I speak a few and I hope to be able to communicate in many more by the time Alzheimer hits me....if it does. Sometimes I mix words in my blonde head, but that's fine; people usually turn a blind eye and allow me more than normal. I was told that I speak in my sleep...in all sorts of languages of course...always one that my partners wouldn't understand. How convenient by the way. But again, because people wouldn't associate blonde to smart; the best I can hope to hear from them is a pathetic "oh, you're so sweet". I'm happy with that as long as they let me fake my perfect blondness. 

So I mix words and make weird sentences using bits from the languages I speak, words and sentences by the way not used yet by other people. What about them? They do the same. Let me just give you some examples. "Monday week"! What exactly does that mean? Let's have coffee Monday week. Seriously? Monday week is simple next Monday, so why do people have to complicate things? Have you ever heard about Monday month or year or decade? 

Let me give you another one. "The apple of my eyes". The what really? I hate apples so how can I say that my daughter is the apple of my eyes? I love my blondie daughter more than my life, but I don't like apples. That pushes me really to make up my own saying, something like "Miriam is the strawberry of my eyes". Fair enough, I love Miriam, I love strawberries. 

What about "not too bad"? What does that really mean to you, guys? Bad, but not so bad, or good but not so good? I'm forced to make my own again. So, how am I doing? Too good. That sounds better. You can use it too. I don't have any copyright on it just yet. 

One more for you, guys. Have you heard about that "cool" guy? He is probably the same person my girls say is "hot". Now which one it is: cool or hot? Cos there is such a huge difference. Wait. I just remembered. How is that guy? "Sweet as". Now this is kind of confusing for a blondie like me. Allow me once again to make a statement I can understand. So that guy may be, in my blonde opinion, one with a weird body temperature, cool and hot, but with a definite sweet taste. What an interesting guy...I want to meet him for sure. 

Now a last one that relates to happiness. I love being happy...so happy that I feel in "7th heaven". That's what you would say. I came from Europe. French, Germans, Hungarians and Romanians haven't ever heard about 7th heaven, but they know about 9th heaven. Which is then the right one for defining ecstatic states? Only God really knows about heaven, so again I have to compromise and come up with a statement that works for me. What about 8th heaven? That would be right...not yours, not others....just mine. 

When it's about weird words, I'm the expert. But you're not far from that either. That makes me believe that you, guys, are not too bad, actually cool and hot and sweet as, which makes you the apple of my eye and lifts me to the 7th heaven. I said it all! Have a great week, guys! :)

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My true soulmate

Life can be very long if it's not right...and Hendrix made it just right for me because he is the joy of my life. That doesn't mean that my life is shorter...I hope...even if my boy Hendrix usually pushes me very close to having a heart attack. My only hope is that women are less likely to have heart attacks. 

Hendrix is exactly like me...total nonconformist. You know Hendrix. No, not Jimi. My Hendrix, the 7 months old Labrador- Ridgeback cross. I love him to bits when I don't hate him. He's done them all, from destroying my car to chewing everything in my home. He read all my cooking books...with his teeth; he swallowed my keys; he eat all my cables; he repeatedly drank my coffee and eat my lunches; he made pieces all my fav CDs (lucky I make copies!); he's done everything possible and impossible! Hendrix knows there are no repercussions because Hendrix is, as I've said, the joy of my life. Sometimes, after he goes grand in what he does best, crashing everything, I promise myself to find him a new home, but then I remember how much I love him. Hendrix is different. I cannot even compare him to humble Max, my other dog, because Hendrix is special, very, very special! 

Every client knows Hendrix; maybe because they all have been involved in his life. Some helped me finding him after an escape, others actually found him running free in all sorts of places when I was working. My neighbors know Hendrix better than they know me. My friends know him too. Everybody knows that the only way one can get closer to me is through Hendrix...but nobody knows why. Hendrix was to be put down when I got him. I took my chance, I knew the risk involved and I opened wide my wallet. I paid for the huge surgery he had to have and I saved his life. I am not sure he knows that but at the end of the day love is usually one sided. 

My puppy grew a lot, he got bigger and taller and apparently he got more relaxed. I mean, more relaxed when he does something naughty. Like today when he got somehow on the table and eat around five apples, tree bananas and 1kg of kiwi fruits. He may be on a special detox diet because at the end of the day he is a Personal Trainer's puppy. Hendrix didn't stop here though. He managed to open a Ribena bottle and drank it all. Only for fun! But I wasn't angry; I never am. I looked into his eyes and I've seen myself because Hendrix is exactly like me: blonde. Actually he is a black dog that acts like a blonde one. I know that my Hendrix, like me, will always do upside down things, he will always push boundaries, will cross forbidden lines, but once where he wants to be, he will always be a winner. He may even be my soulmate....just a shame he is not a real man. I would have married him with my eyes closed and I would have always cherished and adored him. But he is not! He is just a puppy I love very much...always did...always will! :)

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I used a life

I blogged on happiness even when I was sad. But now I'm happy so why not bring back a happy vibe to my blogs? But first I have to bring back Heidegger. You know how much I love him. I said it a few times that I was in a secret relationship with him. Affair? Nah, I wouldn't go so far, but I still have to agree with his approach to happiness. Technology and life as a something that can be controlled and mastered versus spiritual crisis. This is more than enough for me. Technology? I couldn't live without it! I depend on my iPhone and my laptop more that normal.  They are like modern drugs for me that alter and regulate the states of my mind and body.   Does that make me happier? Actually not really. People do. My happiness depends on people!

I am a fraction of a second away from being ecstatic. I started a new bootcamp, my weight loss challenges are going very well, my classes too, my clients are happy and I am just about to start a ballet class for lithe girls. That doesn't mean that I am less blonde. I've told you so many times that my work is the only point of excellence. My private life? Ups and downs, a synergy of silly moments and blonde ones. Recently it got better though.Until today, when weird things happened again. Everything started with me cooking and when I cook, I do it in style. I love cooking, always did. I could have been a chef, but I don't like working nights. So yesterday I was cooking and I grated my thumb, which is just normal and probably happened to you, guys. Today though, two thick red lines appeared on my arm, up to my shoulder and even if I found that very fancy, also matching my red dress, I started been worried when I noticed that I have high temperature. I loved it by the way, because my face looked better than it did with makeup on. My doc, who by the way is not just a great doctor... a hottie as well (I hope he doesn't read this...but he does!) disagreed with me and he started cutting things out of my thumb faster than I was able to say no (no means no, that's what we girls were taught) . Actually not once. Twice because I had to go back to my doc who decided that a whole is not enough (not that one!). So, yes, I am on antibiotics, thank you very much, and I kind of see blurry things especially when I bent over in my yoga classes or I jump in my step classes or I lift my barbell in my pump ones. More specific...all the time. So am I not an unfortunate blonde? Sort of am one....but still happy. I have technology on my side... and people too. 

Back to Heidegger. He thought that we are responsible for our actions. Everybody knows that. You don't have to be a philosopher to guess that! Wait. I remember him saying something about collective and personal responsibility. It was my personal choice to cook and chop my finger. We, girls, cook. We, blondes, cook silly. So here is our collective choice. Don't worry guys. I have nine lives. I used only one, eight left for other courageous attempts. See you, guys, in the gym. :)

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Ms. Blondness herself

We decided long time ago how blonde I am. The kind of blonde who has no comparison. Blonde enough to do silly things without creating confusion. Just me. I know who I am and I am quite comfortable in my blonde world. I still believe that there are no evil people around....just after they hurt me badly. So what? Still people for me. I also believe that good things should happen to everybody just because people are not bad enough to deserve tragedies. So, I'm blonde, nothing else to discuss here! And when I'm good, I'm better!  I'm not always so good, but I'm always that blonde!

There are two sides to me, you know that. One is my work. I love every second of it. I could train day and night, no rest. I know every little aspect of fitness, I've done it for so long and I could actually train in my sleep. I don't do mistakes in my professional life. I've done them all at the beginning of my career. Not anymore. I have champs all around the world, some bodybuilders, other gymnasts, dancers, fitness models, athletes. I pushed them to gold because that's the way I am. I dream huge!

And there is my normal life outside of training. I kind of suck here, but not so much as I used to...but still. You don't have to remind me that! I may know how to bring an average guy to a gold medal with no effort, but I don't know how simple things function. Like using a hammer. Don't even ask about changing a tyre. I needed time, long time by the way, learning the difference between petrol and gas and I'm still not sure what's what. So please don't remind me about my blondness because I live with it every day! Tricia, who's my bester bestest, should know that....but she doesn't. She has that cruel passion of  taking photos anytime I make a mistake. And as I do many, she takes photos all the time. Like today when we had lunch together. I love having her around, you know....But today she took photos again and uploaded them on Facebook. I love Facebook, you know how much I love it. Thanks Mark Zuckerberg for creating it. I could spend hours chatting in your virtual world! So, yes, Tricia took today, as I've said, photos of me being blonde again. Me trying, really hard by the way, to unscrew those salt and pepper thinghies. I don't even know how they are called. How should I know how to use them?  I was just about to use a screwdriver, when Tricia got bored  watching me struggling for minutes. So she unscrew them in a bit....not before she took the photos of a silly blondie. Thanks for that, chick.  But she hasn't stopped here. Once one of the photos was on Facebook, she even warned people about me. Not people- people. A very important he. The thing is , because he is so important, he knows how blonde I am. No huge revelation here! 

So here is my plan for the future. I will be the one taking photos of my silly blonde moments even before my girlie Tricia would. I will even upload them on Facebook and I will post nasty comments about myself doing things my way. I could even comment on my own comments....and tag myself! I'd be the first one doing that and it would make me look even blonder than I am! And believe when I'm saying that there is no blonder than me! :)

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Je ne regrette rien

I haven't blogged for ages...at least that's how it feels. I haven't stopped blogging, nor I forgot you, guys. Just had a break...just a short one. I am back now and I promise to reply to your emails. Not just yet though. I still have to digest the changes in my life, but you know me. By tomorrow I will be up and running so expect emails from me very early in the morning! 

I may even cross some lines and get more personal...like telling you, guys,  how happy am or that I may not suck so much in my private life as I used to. The most important thing you may have to know is that I'm fine and saying my saying again. Also that I don't regret anything ( thanks, Edith, for reminding me that! ). I even got that inked...but not for you, guys, sorry! By the way,  this is another story that I may tell you about very soon. I mean, very, very soon. Have a great week, guys! :)

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Not always a first?

I had such a nice weekend, guys, and I neglected you all. I haven't replied to any of your emails, not because your emails are not important. They are, but my weekends don't belong to me only...anymore. However, at this moment in my life, they all finish on Sunday mornings, so I really want to give you more attention on Sunday afternoons. Huge thanks for your thoughts and for reading my blogs. I say things as I see them or as they are in my world. I said so many times that I created my world for people like me. It's not that we are special; it's just that we are different because we don't see bad things coming and, if they are, we forget about them in a sec. My peeps and I want to believe in a brighter world. 

There are no lies in my world. I don't lie, you know that. I knew it as well, but apparently I did lie recently. At least this was what Tricia said. You know Tricia, I'm sure you do. She is my bestest friend...a beautiful Irish girlie. She is the one who always watches over me and nothing bad can happen to me when Tricia is around. She is not the only one though, but I'm not telling you about this...just yet. But I will...very soon when all my wishes will come true.  Back to Tricia. She believes that I kind of blew it in one of my blogs. She even pointed out which one. So here it is "There is always a first", my not so honest blog.

Here is what happened. Last Thursday I was Tricia's driver for a while. And that's hard, because she owns a driver licence school. She knows everything about how to drive safe. I know every detail about how to drive elegant. She knows that both hands should be on the driving wheel and the eyes always on the road. I believe that one hand is enough and that my eyes should be constantly on the mirror...checking my make up. Tricia senses pedestrian areas; I kind of rush to get there only to smile and wave to people. Anyway, last Thursday, she took photos of me driving...lots of them. And then she posted them on Facebook...only to prove that a person who is going 70km/h in a 50km/h zone is not a nana driver, as I've said about myself. 


Now, I'm just wondering what my Facebook buddies believe about me. Lier or just blondie? Please take me as blonde as I am! I'm no lier, guys! Never been that! I also hope that you, guys, don't take me more seriously than I am. I am far too blonde for that! Blondes are not the best drivers, everybody knows that. Have a great Sunday night, guys! :)

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Just another blonde day

I work really well under pressure. Wait. The truth is that I have best results under pressure. I quite like the devil challenging me. In my private life...not too much; I can easily lose it if something bothers me. But it doesn't! I am happy, always been this way. Now I'm happier than ever! I have my reasons and there is no way I would tell you this story. But I'm happy to share another one.

 So big day today, three classes in a row, bootcamps and client after client. But I still got some time off around lunchtime. Here I was  hitting  the shops to buy some flowers for my garden. It's almost Spring here in New Zealand. First stop, the Post shopwhere I had   to pay for my car reggo. Easy for you, guys, cause you're not blonde. The lady at the counter is one of my clients so we  chatted for a while about all sorts. Then I realized that I have no clue what my car's number plate was.I never bothered with that.  I also was completely lost about what model my car was, but I knew the color. Normal! I love colors!   I told you I'm blonde. My client is not and she knows me well. So she took her lunch break while I checked the details of my car. I wanted to, but I forgot where I parked. You know I don't like dramas.  Therefore I decided to give myself another chance and just think again. I remembered where I parked and even seen my car...right after I tried to break into another silver one, very similar to mine. Luckily the owner was a nice guy and he understood my confusion...blonde moment again. So back to the Post shop, where I was finally able to pay for my reggo. 

Next stop, the plant shop. I bought all sorts of flowers and left without my car keys. When I went back, the lady who served me smiled, weird kind of smile. Maybe she left her keys in a shop sometime or maybe she realized how stupidly blonde I was. All good, I know who I am. No worries here.

Then the supermarket. I haven't forgotten my car keys there, nor my wallet. Just my handbag. That's fine, another nice lady smiled with compassion and handled back my bag. Fine again as long as people understand that we blondes live under constant pressure. You see, this pressure makes us lose our heads....easily!

So upside down day today, but let me tell you something. I have trained 2 ladies and 3 guys today. No mistake, all perfect! I have taught 3 classes in a row. All perfect. I have trained bootcampers. Fine again. No blonde moments in my work. But I told you already. I am allowed to do mistakes in my personal life. I have reasons. I'm happy and no again, I won't be telling you about that. One story at the time. I already told you one, guys! Have a great day! :)

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Thanks, blondie!

I'm like a German soldier on mission. Nobody gives me days off. Actually that's a lie. I had a Sunday off recently...after 920 days of work. Yes, I counted them; nothing wrong with that. Blondes always analyze things in their blonde heads. 

People love me, you know that. I'm not angry and I don't create arguments. Another lie. I do create them, but I don't respond well to loud voices just because I haven't figured out how to argue back. I will one day! So back to the love. Miriam loves me dearly I guess and, because she does, she really wants to show her love every single day. Like today when she broke my working cycle by offering me what nobody else did: a day off....not quite, but certainly a morning and a good afternoon to myself. I don't know what her plan really was, but it worked out beautifully. So she locked my studio, which is fine because we always close it....when we remember. Not with my keys inside though. Then she left to work. 

Remember that Miriam is blonde; not so blonde as I am, but still. Of course she's blonde; she's my daughter! We, natural blondies, do stuff and always have solutions...as many as possible. All crap! So, on the phone, with a sweet voice, she advised me to break into my studio. Why would I do that? To call the locksmith later? I don't like the guy. He always hits on me. And, to be honest, I love my day off. So thanks a million, Miriam. You're the best. My clients as well because they all understood my panic when I called them today to cancel sessions...and classes....and bootcamps. On the bright side, at least I know what to do when I want another day off. So if I ever call you to cancel again, guys, it's because I locked my keys in my studio. On purpose. Simple as! Have a great day, guys! I know I am! :)

Elegance is refusal

Lazy Sunday for me, guys, and I hope it's the same for you. Let's keep the laziness for longer and let's make an easy one today. I would start with with an affirmation: I am blonde, far too blonde sometimes! You see? I made it sound positive, because this is how I am. So, blonde or not, I have style. Always had it. It's not just the fancy clothes I wear. There is  so much more to it. Coco Chanel was my mentor since I was just a little girl. "Fashion changes, but style endures". Lady Chanel of course. I designed my style in years, I added what suited me and got rid of what wasn't me... just because I believed in what Anna Wintour, another mentor, said once "Create your own style..let it be unique for yourself and yet identifiable for others". I am unique enough, thank you so very much!

I am a fitness person and what people expect to see is a funky woman, wearing sporty clothes. The thing is that tough and rough is not so much me. I am a different trainer, who wears beautiful clothes, and this is the statement I make and the trend I create! I feel comfortable in heels, as higher as possible; I own many (I mean, super many!) dresses, all one made. I never owned a PJ, I said it in another blog: I have nighties...beautiful ones by the way! I love fine nylons; I am a lace girl. I have one headband for each day of the year...unique ones, beautifully designed. You may believe that the trainer image doesn't match the one I am in my private life...but it does. I may look absurd to some, but just remember that even the absolute high fashion guru Karl Lagerfeld may agree with me. At least that's what he believes in; "Absurdity and anti- absurdity are the two poles of creative energy". Creativity? I don't need color; I am the color in my universe! I am a damn good trainer wearing fine things! I surround myself with materials that give me pleasure (no plastic in my world, guys!), smooth surfaces, perfectly rounded edges, gloss finishings. I bring together people who have their own style. They may look weird or just different, but they are stunning people, who know who they are....and you, guys, are some of them!

So, guys, you may believe that my thoughts today are addressed more to chicks rather than you....but this is not the case. Style defines us all! You have to be the color, fabric and smell you wear, the sounds you listen to, the images you look at! Forget about what's en vogue, what others try hard to identify with; forget about elegance. Adopt your own style. You don't need a fortune to have that! Good taste and style are forever! "Elegance is refusal"; Coco again! Have a fab lazy Sunday! :)

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