SAN FRANCISCO'S LOVELORN BITCH...
An ever-evolving-at-times-unwinding-but-always-busy life has kept me from this here land o' Blue where, in spite of many a posted video, silence reigned when once hyphens were the order of the day...
... an ever evolving silence in its own right where the reasons for its existence have come and gone but the outcome has remained the same.
Where are you BoheMia?
I am deep in thought, contemplating an end to my life as a blogger but for now, I shall stay put in the land o' Blue though I know not for how long as San Francisco is a world in motion and I its lovelorn bitch strumming along full force what with...
kiddie birthday parties, replete with Lil' Mischief bohemian drama that left his mother drained,
insomniac-talking-about-diarrhea-whilst-drinking-homemade-smoothies-and-cleaning-rusty-mirrors moments shared with my dear Loverboy at 2:30 am no less as we giggled our sleeplessness away,
yet another kiddie party that not only came packed with Lil' Mischief drama but with some bonus punch as we drove over our oil-ridden-no-thanks-to-the-fucking-Cosco-Busan-disaster-which-left-us-citizens-of-this-here-breathtaking-city-devastated-at-the-damage waters and smack dab into the arms of a psychotic-and-fucked-beyond-words-who-claimed-we-owed-him-thousands-for-a-nick-on-his-car-no-bigger-than-this-very-dash-in-my-characteristically-hyperhyphenated-rant-and-which-saw-him-calling-us-weeks-later-to-claim-his-cash-only-to-hear-Sorry-man-wrong-number-once-Loverboy-recognized-who-was-on-the-phone-and-why-the-man-gave-the-fucking-psycho-his-cell-in-the-first-place-is-beyond-me-though-the-psycho-knew-well-to-stay-away-from-me-and-heeded-my-Don't-get-close-to-me-do-not-so-much-as-look-at-me-or-even-dare-utter-a-word-and-let-alone-direct-it-at-me-you-damn-LOON-warning fellow father who was instrumental in dampening our mood to say the least,
but on with the show and what better way to forget about drama at someone else's kiddie party than to host your own but before we get to that, check out my Loverboy... sing BoheMian Daddy, SING YO' HEART OUT and watch me *swoonetty swoon* over you...
and so yeah, Lil' BoheMia turned SEVEN which makes me officially an aging and old woman and Lil' B agreed, though she was kind enough to add at least you don't look SO old Mami and back she went to her birthday celebrations which saw her one day being sung to in class only to, two days later, host-and-I-say-host-because-the-little-lady-stepped-up-and-offered-her-fellow-playmates-food-and-drinks-and-walked-them-around-and-gathered-the-gifts-into-a-corner-and-all-in-all-was-one-excited-bundle-of-sugar-and-spice-and-everything-nice her own little party in the neighborhood park down the street which helped put a smile on my otherwise-and-since-earlier-that-morning forlorn soul as thoughts of ongoing-because-I-simply-cannot-afford-the-two-bridges-and-two-root-canals-I-need-to-move-on-and-painlessly-chew-my-food dental woes and a Spanish Villa that has yet to sell weighed me down but no more, NO MORE, for
nonstop and-as-of-yet-unpaid-but-see-if-that-shall-get-me-down-HAH photoshoots, film shoots, auditions and similar gigs, which see me still with no pictures or videos shot in hand, all play their part in keeping me busy and gasping for much needed breath though the gasping in and of itself is a high and if you would like a peek then watch dammit, WATCH, for why on earth am I filming all these, and-yes-all-these-because-all-the-preceding-links-are-to-videos-so-off-you-go-to-catch-up-for-they-are-ultra-short-in-length-as-I-attempt-to-divorce-myself-from-the-heretofore-longish-formats-and-only-these-actual-clips-posted-right-smack-dab-in-my-land-o'-Blue-are-as-long-as-my-hyphenated-postings-but-SO-WHAT-I-say-and-with-that...
And so now you know...
and adding to Lil' BoheMia's wise 'n massaging ways Lil' Mischief had some advice to give his mother's currently toothless self...
Mami! You have to go to the hospital and tell the doctor to give you a tooth and then he will give you a tooth and stick it in and you can then eat fine again and no one will have to kill you!
Huh.
I knew not I was meant to be killed though dead beat is how Loverboy most likely feels from our suffocating-yet-always-loving morning routine though I see not what he has to complain about as hugging and kissing does a body good and tidying-cleaning-walking-kids-to-school-only-to-rush-off-to-teach-in-order-to-then-rush-home-and-yoga-my-self-practice-into-my-day-and-once-done-apply-full-on-makeup-in-order-to-prettily-rush-off-to-auditions-when-not-rushing-off-to-actual-filming-and-or-photoshoots more often than not does a body in
though not mine as I thrive on chaos and movement and eccentric ways and speaking of eccentric welcome to Loverboy's supposedly-private-but-not-so-much-when-married-to-a-certain-me-and-when-father-of-two-certain-lil'-bohemians practice where peace and quiet reign supreme in the absence of a certain wife and her two offspring and where, along with our dear and beloved friend Dr. E who so sweetly said hello in Lil' B's birthday video so you might as well clicketty click on all these links dammit, I get both osteopathic and acupuncture treatments for my ongoing constipatory woes and where Lil' BoheMia has commenced treatment for an underbite that magical Dr. E might very well fix osteopathically allowing us to forego the as-of-yet-though-only-time-will-truly-tell unnecessary orthodontical procedures that are commonplace in an allopathic world so AH the beauty of San Francisco and AH the beauty of our community and AH how truly beautiful it is to be back home...
Home...
HOME!
And though you will hear the mention of my Vagina Monologues though-this-video-is-not-only-of-that-but-of-my-sweet-lil'-feminist's-that-is-Lil'-BoheMia's-response-to-my-monologuing-vagina's-ways auditions throughout this post's videos, let it be known here and now that I am now an official part of the Vagina Monologues' cast and we are to perform in the glorious Castro Theatre, come March 6th, to what is hoped will be a packed audience of the city's top politicos and artists and citizens, a casting which will have me meeting weekly, and then biweekly, with the cast where questions such as Which vagina are you? are commonplace and, moreover, quite tame judging by the electric first meeting we had just a number of days ago so stay tuned for there will be quite the vaginal anecdote or two to tell I am sure...
as sure as I am about my current-unchanging-constant-if-not-growing disdain of any and all in-law visits in spite of the fact that my sweet-though-utterly-narcissistic-and-able-to-carry-on-a-conversation-and-focus-only-if-it-involves-all-things-related-to-of-about-and-for-him-and-utterly-famous-in-Iran-so-google-his-name-for-his-website-pics-and-info-as-I-refuse-to-add-a-link-to-it-lest-someone-we-know-find-me-via-a-google-search-brother-in-law-that-is Bahram Radan barely was to be seen what with the fact that he simply crashed at our place at night and took off with his snowboard-champion-of-Iran-impervious-to-pain-as-she-self-proclaimedly-has-watched-a-video-of-a-beheading-thrice-without-so-much-as-feeling-even-ever-so-slightly-repulsed-by-the-sight-and-sounds-she-described-to-almost-vomiting-me-in-great-detail-yet-cannot-walk-by-the-homeless-without-visibly-and-physically-shaking-from-the-sheer-fear-their-mere-sight-inspires-so-odd-she-was-though-nevertheless-sweet-yet-admittedly-somewhat-narcissistic-as-her-let's-tattoo-our-own-names-on-our-own-bodies-boyfriend-that-is-my-brother-in-law girlfriend during the day and no complaints are to be had by me though do not let the video fool you because it was hard on the children, especially Lil' Mischief, to come to grips with their uncle's refusal to sit and visit with them in their rooms for even a mere five minutes, god forbid he actually play with them, so yeah...
Buh-bye in-laws... BE GONE!!!
And in spite of his presence, or lack thereof of which I complain not, I was off and running about and though the outcome of my then-aspiring-to-monologue vagina is a thing you'd best now know well, let it be known that the last-minute-and-totally-impromptu-I-was-a-scientist-that-gets-killed video shoot was utter shit and shall and will and must NEVER be viewed so vile a thing it was as was the photoshoot with a certain off-to-Guatemala-for-five-fucking-weeks-without-so-much-as-a-goodbye-and-thank-you-and-here-are-the-pictures-promised-you-though-I-do-hold-the-upper-hand-of-not-having-signed-a-model-release-form-which-I-will-and-shall-and-MUST-use-to-my-advantage-to-procure-these-just-mentioned-though-admittedly-not-badly-desired-pictures though the shoot itself was not a waste as a run-in with a beloved-and-recently-diagnosed-as-HIV-positive-and-yes-the-heartbreaking-news-he-revealed-to-me-himself-and-though-that-broke-my-heart-his-initial-reaction-of-a-broken-spirit-was-even-harder-to-witness-though-I-am-both-ecstatic-and-proud-to-report-that-he-is-back-to-his-handsome-and-charming-and-fabulous-self-yet-again star student of mine both made and brightened my day and how I longed to run after him as he walked away, leaving me behind with the odd Guatemala-loving photographer who knew not how to carry a conversation like my dear student S can yet I whimpered not for long as the shoot came to an abrupt end what with Mr-Odd-Photographer's and my energies not meshing well and the wise universe realeasing us, each to go on our own merry way...
my merry way leading me to Yoav's, yes-the-very-singer-currently-on-tour-with-and-opening-for-Tori-Amos-who-I-also-am-not-linking-to-as-the-following-footage-is-something-I-am-most-likely-not-at-liberty-to-release-but-I'll-be-damned-if-shoulds-and-some-coulds-are-gonna-stop-me-as-I'd-rather-overstep-the-woulds-and-turn-them-into-shalls-and-musts-and-wills, music video which found feminist me in a short and skimpy as in so-short-that-had-they-not-given-me-the-metallic-shorts-I-wore-under-it-I-so-begged-for-my-yogi-ass-would-have-been-in-full-and-embarassing-view kinda short and skimpy skirt and though only a snippet, and a barely visible one at that, was filmed, here I am, with models and directors and producers, full blast on set where I did indeed talk to San-Francisco-loving-and-truly-sweet-and-humble Yoav himself between dancing scenes for yes, I was hired as a model/dancer/clubber and so there you go and now you know...
And now that you are all caught up...
or you will be once I tell you that in October was my two-year blogaversary and that this past December 21st my ten-year anniversary of love and that I briefly also danced for an anti-Bush You're So Lame YouTube music video and that I am set to film a short involving a green screen and a troll come the second day of the New Year and that I was cast in an actual independent film yes you heard right and that all this is to be juggled with two new classes at Crunch which shall see me teaching six total classes in two different gyms...
I can hopefully return more frequently, with shorter-and-more-to-the-point-well-that-is-the-hope-and-the-wish-and-perhaps-the-New-Year's-resolution-were-I-one-to-resolute-and-all-that-jazz-so...
Yeah...
Merry Christmas, Happy Belated Channukah, have a good Kwanza, don't forgot the original Yalda, at least everyone can agree on Happy New Year and oh...
Forget me not?
Yeah.
... an ever evolving silence in its own right where the reasons for its existence have come and gone but the outcome has remained the same.
Where are you BoheMia?
I am deep in thought, contemplating an end to my life as a blogger but for now, I shall stay put in the land o' Blue though I know not for how long as San Francisco is a world in motion and I its lovelorn bitch strumming along full force what with...
kiddie birthday parties, replete with Lil' Mischief bohemian drama that left his mother drained,
insomniac-talking-about-diarrhea-whilst-drinking-homemade-smoothies-and-cleaning-rusty-mirrors moments shared with my dear Loverboy at 2:30 am no less as we giggled our sleeplessness away,
yet another kiddie party that not only came packed with Lil' Mischief drama but with some bonus punch as we drove over our oil-ridden-no-thanks-to-the-fucking-Cosco-Busan-disaster-which-left-us-citizens-of-this-here-breathtaking-city-devastated-at-the-damage waters and smack dab into the arms of a psychotic-and-fucked-beyond-words-who-claimed-we-owed-him-thousands-for-a-nick-on-his-car-no-bigger-than-this-very-dash-in-my-characteristically-hyperhyphenated-rant-and-which-saw-him-calling-us-weeks-later-to-claim-his-cash-only-to-hear-Sorry-man-wrong-number-once-Loverboy-recognized-who-was-on-the-phone-and-why-the-man-gave-the-fucking-psycho-his-cell-in-the-first-place-is-beyond-me-though-the-psycho-knew-well-to-stay-away-from-me-and-heeded-my-Don't-get-close-to-me-do-not-so-much-as-look-at-me-or-even-dare-utter-a-word-and-let-alone-direct-it-at-me-you-damn-LOON-warning fellow father who was instrumental in dampening our mood to say the least,
but on with the show and what better way to forget about drama at someone else's kiddie party than to host your own but before we get to that, check out my Loverboy... sing BoheMian Daddy, SING YO' HEART OUT and watch me *swoonetty swoon* over you...
and so yeah, Lil' BoheMia turned SEVEN which makes me officially an aging and old woman and Lil' B agreed, though she was kind enough to add at least you don't look SO old Mami and back she went to her birthday celebrations which saw her one day being sung to in class only to, two days later, host-and-I-say-host-because-the-little-lady-stepped-up-and-offered-her-fellow-playmates-food-and-drinks-and-walked-them-around-and-gathered-the-gifts-into-a-corner-and-all-in-all-was-one-excited-bundle-of-sugar-and-spice-and-everything-nice her own little party in the neighborhood park down the street which helped put a smile on my otherwise-and-since-earlier-that-morning forlorn soul as thoughts of ongoing-because-I-simply-cannot-afford-the-two-bridges-and-two-root-canals-I-need-to-move-on-and-painlessly-chew-my-food dental woes and a Spanish Villa that has yet to sell weighed me down but no more, NO MORE, for
nonstop and-as-of-yet-unpaid-but-see-if-that-shall-get-me-down-HAH photoshoots, film shoots, auditions and similar gigs, which see me still with no pictures or videos shot in hand, all play their part in keeping me busy and gasping for much needed breath though the gasping in and of itself is a high and if you would like a peek then watch dammit, WATCH, for why on earth am I filming all these, and-yes-all-these-because-all-the-preceding-links-are-to-videos-so-off-you-go-to-catch-up-for-they-are-ultra-short-in-length-as-I-attempt-to-divorce-myself-from-the-heretofore-longish-formats-and-only-these-actual-clips-posted-right-smack-dab-in-my-land-o'-Blue-are-as-long-as-my-hyphenated-postings-but-SO-WHAT-I-say-and-with-that...
And so now you know...
and adding to Lil' BoheMia's wise 'n massaging ways Lil' Mischief had some advice to give his mother's currently toothless self...
Mami! You have to go to the hospital and tell the doctor to give you a tooth and then he will give you a tooth and stick it in and you can then eat fine again and no one will have to kill you!
Huh.
I knew not I was meant to be killed though dead beat is how Loverboy most likely feels from our suffocating-yet-always-loving morning routine though I see not what he has to complain about as hugging and kissing does a body good and tidying-cleaning-walking-kids-to-school-only-to-rush-off-to-teach-in-order-to-then-rush-home-and-yoga-my-self-practice-into-my-day-and-once-done-apply-full-on-makeup-in-order-to-prettily-rush-off-to-auditions-when-not-rushing-off-to-actual-filming-and-or-photoshoots more often than not does a body in
though not mine as I thrive on chaos and movement and eccentric ways and speaking of eccentric welcome to Loverboy's supposedly-private-but-not-so-much-when-married-to-a-certain-me-and-when-father-of-two-certain-lil'-bohemians practice where peace and quiet reign supreme in the absence of a certain wife and her two offspring and where, along with our dear and beloved friend Dr. E who so sweetly said hello in Lil' B's birthday video so you might as well clicketty click on all these links dammit, I get both osteopathic and acupuncture treatments for my ongoing constipatory woes and where Lil' BoheMia has commenced treatment for an underbite that magical Dr. E might very well fix osteopathically allowing us to forego the as-of-yet-though-only-time-will-truly-tell unnecessary orthodontical procedures that are commonplace in an allopathic world so AH the beauty of San Francisco and AH the beauty of our community and AH how truly beautiful it is to be back home...
Home...
HOME!
And though you will hear the mention of my Vagina Monologues though-this-video-is-not-only-of-that-but-of-my-sweet-lil'-feminist's-that-is-Lil'-BoheMia's-response-to-my-monologuing-vagina's-ways auditions throughout this post's videos, let it be known here and now that I am now an official part of the Vagina Monologues' cast and we are to perform in the glorious Castro Theatre, come March 6th, to what is hoped will be a packed audience of the city's top politicos and artists and citizens, a casting which will have me meeting weekly, and then biweekly, with the cast where questions such as Which vagina are you? are commonplace and, moreover, quite tame judging by the electric first meeting we had just a number of days ago so stay tuned for there will be quite the vaginal anecdote or two to tell I am sure...
as sure as I am about my current-unchanging-constant-if-not-growing disdain of any and all in-law visits in spite of the fact that my sweet-though-utterly-narcissistic-and-able-to-carry-on-a-conversation-and-focus-only-if-it-involves-all-things-related-to-of-about-and-for-him-and-utterly-famous-in-Iran-so-google-his-name-for-his-website-pics-and-info-as-I-refuse-to-add-a-link-to-it-lest-someone-we-know-find-me-via-a-google-search-brother-in-law-that-is Bahram Radan barely was to be seen what with the fact that he simply crashed at our place at night and took off with his snowboard-champion-of-Iran-impervious-to-pain-as-she-self-proclaimedly-has-watched-a-video-of-a-beheading-thrice-without-so-much-as-feeling-even-ever-so-slightly-repulsed-by-the-sight-and-sounds-she-described-to-almost-vomiting-me-in-great-detail-yet-cannot-walk-by-the-homeless-without-visibly-and-physically-shaking-from-the-sheer-fear-their-mere-sight-inspires-so-odd-she-was-though-nevertheless-sweet-yet-admittedly-somewhat-narcissistic-as-her-let's-tattoo-our-own-names-on-our-own-bodies-boyfriend-that-is-my-brother-in-law girlfriend during the day and no complaints are to be had by me though do not let the video fool you because it was hard on the children, especially Lil' Mischief, to come to grips with their uncle's refusal to sit and visit with them in their rooms for even a mere five minutes, god forbid he actually play with them, so yeah...
Buh-bye in-laws... BE GONE!!!
And in spite of his presence, or lack thereof of which I complain not, I was off and running about and though the outcome of my then-aspiring-to-monologue vagina is a thing you'd best now know well, let it be known that the last-minute-and-totally-impromptu-I-was-a-scientist-that-gets-killed video shoot was utter shit and shall and will and must NEVER be viewed so vile a thing it was as was the photoshoot with a certain off-to-Guatemala-for-five-fucking-weeks-without-so-much-as-a-goodbye-and-thank-you-and-here-are-the-pictures-promised-you-though-I-do-hold-the-upper-hand-of-not-having-signed-a-model-release-form-which-I-will-and-shall-and-MUST-use-to-my-advantage-to-procure-these-just-mentioned-though-admittedly-not-badly-desired-pictures though the shoot itself was not a waste as a run-in with a beloved-and-recently-diagnosed-as-HIV-positive-and-yes-the-heartbreaking-news-he-revealed-to-me-himself-and-though-that-broke-my-heart-his-initial-reaction-of-a-broken-spirit-was-even-harder-to-witness-though-I-am-both-ecstatic-and-proud-to-report-that-he-is-back-to-his-handsome-and-charming-and-fabulous-self-yet-again star student of mine both made and brightened my day and how I longed to run after him as he walked away, leaving me behind with the odd Guatemala-loving photographer who knew not how to carry a conversation like my dear student S can yet I whimpered not for long as the shoot came to an abrupt end what with Mr-Odd-Photographer's and my energies not meshing well and the wise universe realeasing us, each to go on our own merry way...
my merry way leading me to Yoav's, yes-the-very-singer-currently-on-tour-with-and-opening-for-Tori-Amos-who-I-also-am-not-linking-to-as-the-following-footage-is-something-I-am-most-likely-not-at-liberty-to-release-but-I'll-be-damned-if-shoulds-and-some-coulds-are-gonna-stop-me-as-I'd-rather-overstep-the-woulds-and-turn-them-into-shalls-and-musts-and-wills, music video which found feminist me in a short and skimpy as in so-short-that-had-they-not-given-me-the-metallic-shorts-I-wore-under-it-I-so-begged-for-my-yogi-ass-would-have-been-in-full-and-embarassing-view kinda short and skimpy skirt and though only a snippet, and a barely visible one at that, was filmed, here I am, with models and directors and producers, full blast on set where I did indeed talk to San-Francisco-loving-and-truly-sweet-and-humble Yoav himself between dancing scenes for yes, I was hired as a model/dancer/clubber and so there you go and now you know...
And now that you are all caught up...
or you will be once I tell you that in October was my two-year blogaversary and that this past December 21st my ten-year anniversary of love and that I briefly also danced for an anti-Bush You're So Lame YouTube music video and that I am set to film a short involving a green screen and a troll come the second day of the New Year and that I was cast in an actual independent film yes you heard right and that all this is to be juggled with two new classes at Crunch which shall see me teaching six total classes in two different gyms...
I can hopefully return more frequently, with shorter-and-more-to-the-point-well-that-is-the-hope-and-the-wish-and-perhaps-the-New-Year's-resolution-were-I-one-to-resolute-and-all-that-jazz-so...
Yeah...
Merry Christmas, Happy Belated Channukah, have a good Kwanza, don't forgot the original Yalda, at least everyone can agree on Happy New Year and oh...
Forget me not?
Yeah.
33 Comments:
Wow!!! I know this all--except Loverboy's voice--and the get a tooth story and still it's too much for me to digest
MizzyB star of blogging, now play, movie, anti-Bush youtube vid--what more can one woman do? I'm exhausted just following you
Yay I am second!!
You are busy woman. Biz-ay.
And as one who is younger than I you are not allowed to complain about being old. Simply not allowed.
Merry Belated Christmas!
i am such a dope! i didn't get your email until last night -- and, even now, i don't have time to read this. that said, i DID link to it in today's post, in hopes a few others will find their way over here!
MUCH LOVE to you, dearest BoheMian! i haven't been a very good blogger these days (pretty sure Pia and Jenn will be first to agree. and d'oh! to me, for that!) know that you are on my mind and in my heart! (as are Jenn and Pia!! and i mean that, i REALLY do!!!)
i'll be back (i will, i really WILL!) : ) xoxox
Oh Miz B my apologies for my blogging silence, and indeed for my inactivity here. I do love your postings - you truly brighten my day :)
You are so busy - and stressed. I'm sending out my good vibes to you right now.
You a music video star and Loverboy singing - get making those music videos Bohemian Styleee!!!
Love to you all
Miz Nix x
Your sweet Loverboy is a pleasure to listen to. How cool to catch an unguarded moment in which to hear the real him. :)
Happy New Year dear - enjoy the eclectic City.
Just want to say that I know it's not easy being a Boho--but sure is exciting
Pia- Yes you do you always-and-promptly-in-touch-forever-loyal-and-faithful-to-a-degree-that-puts-me-to-shame dearest amiga of mine! And for that I am forever flattered and grateful FO SHO!
Oh *blushetty blush* dear amiga who sees me with good eyes... star of nada, really, just having my fun in this here wonderland that is SF, fun that leaves me exhausted but compared to Spain's "exhausted" this one is a joy indeed!
Thank you for stopping by my dearest Pia and how fitting that you were first! :-) (Though I know full well that it ain't much of a race these days.. oy!)
Jenna- You are and I am FO SHO!
Oooh! I AM younger *said the bohemian oh so gleefully and mischievously though she is now, immediately and ASAP, batting her eyelashes at you and looking oh so sweet hoping there shall be no Chief Naughty Sexpot wrath directed at her, um, gleeful "OOOH"*!!!
He, he, he...
And Merry Belated Christmas right back at ya sweet woman!
Neva- Oh no worries dearest Neva and no linkage is ever expected though it is always appreciated! FO SHO!
As for "good blogging", hey, who would I be to complain seeing that I am guilty of just the opposite! Hope all is well with you, enjoy the weekend and in case we don't cross paths before then, HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Miz Nix- Oh my dear friend, no apologies needed whatsoever for I myself have been absent and oh so uncharacteristically silent and if anyone understands that "life happens", well, 'tis your fellow Miz DAS FO SHO! :-)
Lovin' the good vibes... busy indeed but worry not for I am not stressed... just frazzled to the right degree and 'tis best to keep me running around as standing still never did me, nor anyone in my vicinity, any good I'm afraid! Oy...
Ha, ha, haaaa! Oh how you see me with good eyes! I do agree on the hubby but I am indeed biased but when it comes to me I was simply a scantily-clad-indecently-dancing-though-not-quite-to-the-point-of-bumping-and-grinding-though-dangerously-close-to-that-I-am-afraid bohemian back home in SF!
Thank you so much for stopping by and mucho love right back at ya!
Terry- I do indeed agree though cautiously so as he banned me from playing this in its entirety but, well, like I said, it IS my blog and were he to sue me we have a joint account so HAH! I win no matter what and sing for us he must and will and shall, and indeed just DID, do! :-)
Happy New Year to you too my dear friend and hopefully I shall have the good fortune to bump into you in this breathtakingly eclectic city come the New Year!
Pia- :-) You always do know what to say to make me smile...
MWAH! ;-)
It is so nice to catch up with what has been going on in the land of Bohemia.
It all seems very exciting and exausting.
Wow!!!!!LoveBoy has a great voice.
xoxoxoxo to the Bohemians from LovaMo'a
Happy New Year and happy Family to you dear bohemia. The best of times to you in the coming year.
Happy New Year to all Bohemians.
Not only Happy new year but happy anniversary to you.
Goodness you get back to the States and already on the road to celebrityhood, cast in an indie film, so cool!! (remember if you should meet Nathan Fillion you MUST get me his number, LOL).
and ps - happy belated birthday to Lil Bohemia and you are not old (age is but a number), I hope I look that good when I have two kids.
you, my dear, are moving so fast i can hardly catch you. what did i say about good people being blessed? that's you and your family! :) great to see things rolling on your end. you're kicking arse and looking good doing it. seriously. hope the new year was great for you. xx.
Ummmm... you never told me hubby can sing!!! He has a very good voice, gentle, smooth... just right! :)
Hope you have a wonderful New Year!
Love Ya!
LovaMóa- Yes, it all is exciting and exhausting and I will add "nervewracking" to the list too but nonetheless exhilirating and quirky and chaotic but it seems that we thrive on chaos so it's all good indeed!
I have to agree with you on Loverboy's voice, unabashedly so, though I will be the first to admit that I am very much a biased admirer so... :-) But thank you for the kind words and so glad am I that you liked what you heard!
I hope that all is well with you and yours and thank you for stopping by! Kisses always...
Cooperina- Hola my disappeared friend! You are quite the sight for sore bohemian eyes! :-) Thank you for the well wishes and I hope the same for you... have a great year my dear!
Doug- And Happy New Year to all hermanitos de mi alma!
VG- Gracias my dear! :-) And Happy New year to you!
For now, I am HUGELY and TOTALLY a small time nobody having fun in SF but if ever I do meet him I will buy him a one way ticket your way and off he will go with a red bow wrapped around him 'n all FO SHO for you to, ahem, do with as you will... ;-P
Thank you from Lil' B, and YAY on not being old though damn do I feel it at times and *oh blush* my dear... you just see me with good eyes and are faboo for my fragile ego to boot! :-) I hope all is well with you my dear VG...
{illyria}- I am just smiling and have nothing witty to say other than to reveal that even in comments you are magical and your words enchanting pixie dusts for which I am forever thankful and always humbled by... may all be well with you and may your year be nothing short of amazing...
Shayna- He can, he can... which makes up for my pathetic croaking! :-) Glad you liked it!
We had a nice and chill night at home, kids kept their bedtime, we watched some Dexter and passed out... like old folks but man did it feel good to sleep so yeah, it was great! Hope yours was spectacular with your sweet babies!
Love ya always!
Happy 3 Kings Day! Miss you
Okay, I'm waaaay late on my commenting duties (and I didn't have time to travel the 2.5 hours north to say hi, either) so, um, 2,000,000 lashes with a wet noodle for moi...
Happy New Year, chica!
helloooo chica, are you ready to dance or not?
goodness, goodness, goodness! can we say b-u-s-y?? Lol! Oh, Miz B, only you and you alone will juggle a plate piled ridiculously high and still find the words (and breath) to tell us all :-) super star, indeed! such inspiration, keeping your head high and pushing on. hats off to you truly x
i know this is rather late but happy new year, my friend. happy happy HAPPY new year and always.
GG x
Pia- Thank you my dearest Pia...
You I always miss...
Jason- No worries! Hey, check out my responding duties! No angel here either chico... besos!
Karma- Always and FO SHO!
GG!!!!!! Super star? Oooweeee! Now I can SO live with THAT das FO SHO! ;-P
Oh how I have missed you my dear GG and what a grand surprise it is to have you back, if only to say hello!
I owe you an email, this I know and it is in the works, but, for now, thank you for the fabulous pop-in and may this year be nothing short of breathtakingly wonderful for you my dear...
Have not been able to pull up your blog at home - computer is broke. So, hope you are all well and enjoying our lovely rain stormy weekend.
Love T
Since the real world has managed to steal you away (it could be much worse) I know in my heart of hearts that you are still here in spirit and the lessons learned on these hallowed grounds are not soon forgotten.
You have about one million times more energy than I do so all that I can do is sit here and blink.
I'll see ya when I see ya...
Life is a Garden and you're diggin' it!
It's all good!
I came over for a visit because I was thinking that perhaps I had missed an email updating me as to a recent post. Also, I thought I had commented but perhaps it was an email (oy and vay). Anyway, I read through the post again just to make sure I had caught up properly when I was here. Hopefully your rehearsals and any other star turns that you are taking are going great! Good and bestest wishes to all the Bohemians and hope you got out and voted in the midst of it all :)
Big neshikot and xoxox to you.
Hi Miz B - are you ok? Haven't seen you in a bit or heard about how life is going in SF?
Have you moved to another blog spot???
Terry- I did indeed my dear! Though MAN am I late in saying so! I hope your computer ain't broke no more and that I can be back in the blogging game soon 'cause I miss you! Hoping all is well...
HE- Oh my dear and SO missed HE... you are indeed a sight for sore bohemian eyes, blinkin' 'n all! :-)
Yes, I am still here and well and with oh-so-many-rantalicious things to say but stumped by my own rigid set of -but-I-have-to-get-the-damn-videos-ready-for-the-posts-and-I-haven't-'cause-I-don't-have-the-time-for-THAT-though-I-do-indeed-for-writing-not-really-but-yeah-and-so-believe-it-or-not-I-siteth-here-and-fighteth-the-OCD-and-spitteth-too-it-seems-what-with-all-this-"eth"ing rules but back I will be FO SHO!... just need my ass kicked into gear!
ASS.
KICKED!
Just hope I ain't diggin'a grave... *GASPETTY GASP* and all that jazz...
;-P
Besos to you m'dear and see you SOON!
G-licious mama! Yes it was an email but it got to me FO SHO and the love was felt and received so no "oy"ing and much rejoicing always where you are concerned FO SHO and INDEED!
No, I have yet to return, working on it 'cause it shouldn't be this hard, really and there is QUITE an adventure or ten to speak of and so *le sigh*...
Give me a good kick-in-the-ass vibe, why dontcha, and maybe that'll help? San Francisco is too huge and exciting a playground I'm afraid!
I miss you much and hope this little ditty finds you and yours better than well and living it up in your NY end of things!
Big boho neshikot flying your way!
VG- Nononono! I am OK and still here, well sort of... just living it up too much here in SF... I guess the 3 1/2 motherfu(/%(/)%/(%/% years in Spain has me unable to sit still for just one moment! But I am working on coming back with one HUGE juicy update FO SHO!
Love that new BoHo look, Miz B.
And forget you? Ha, as if.
You look beautiful up there in your banner header. How's the view?
I like the new look Miz B.! Hope all is well with you!
I'm back after a long hiatus too.
ooooo sexay new look yummy mummy!
Minxy! When the view involves you it is nothing short of breathtaking! :-)
Glad you like the new look... hope to be back soon!
Fred- Long time no see! I can most definitely understand the need to disappear from the blogosphere. Good to have you back!
Jenn- FO SHO? glad you like Chief Naughty Sexpot! WOOH!
oh my God, I love the new look!! You look beautiful in the white dress...now I expect to see you in an Old Navy tv ad : )
Can't wait to see you back blogging, miss you.
:-) You are too, too sweet. Thank you for the enthusiasm and wonderful words and forgive me my total delay in responding to your comment. 'Tis been a little crazy here in the land o' BoheMia though I am working on making it back. This has been my worst and longest hiatus to date! *GULP*
Hope all is well with you my dear VG and I look forward to catching up with you soon!
HI!
Are you somewhere else? Is the Witness Relocation Program everything that it is cracked up to be?
What name did you pick?..or do they just give you one?
XX OO
How was the show? I'm so upset that I didn't know about it... have always wanted to see it.
Also do love your new blog face(s) ... so etherial and pure :D
HE- I was a vagina... it was utterly time consuming but I finally have my life back. I would much rather have a vagina than be one, that's FO SHO!
"My Vagina Was My Village" was my name. I prefer Miz B... and yes, I am BACK BABY!
I missed you!!!
Terry- UGH I could kick myself! I have been so in the habit of emailing peeps from my real life email that the Miz B email and contacts went ignored... my bad! Forgive me?
Methinks I owe you a meetup at a local Strabucks, or coffee shop of your choice... say the word and the meeting is on! :-)
Thank you... so glad you like!
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