Tribute to a Woman with a True Musician's Soul

The lovely lady who taught me violin from the age of about 9 -12 passed away this past week. She lived in TX, but would often travel to Colorado to visit her grandchildren who didn't know how to play violin. She would give them lessons anyway.

A woman who loved music so much that she had to share it with everyone...

It's time to step up

As a teenage violinist driven by lofty dreams and even loftier standards, I would show up at my lessons, frustrated by my technical weaknesses. My violin teacher (who could do no wrong) told me every time that frustration is an opportunity for improvement and to push myself to a higher place. I loved him even more for that. Life's most important lessons always come back. I was recently tres frustrated at work until I realized that I could turn it into an opportunity to step up and be a better leader.

The glass is always half full.

What makes a great shoe?

You're at a party, your feet are killing you, but you can't stand the thought of taking off your beautiful shoes and a drag queen introuduces himself to you because he's been lusting after your shoes all evening.... Now that's a great shoe.

bebe Me's current fave CDs

There's nothing like discovering a new CD. It's on at home (where you can sing and dance all you want with the hair brush..let's not lie, we all do it), in the car (where you can sing as much or as little as you want, depending on your level of self-conciousness), and at work (played very softly). Following are my 2 new favorites

• the Pussycat Dolls (PCD) -includes hits Don't cha, beep, and stickwitu but I love every song on this CD, including the burlesque style ones (they were burlesque dancers to begin with)
• Madonna's Confessions on a Dance Floor - I don't own this one, but a friend of mine has it and it is fantastic! Song after song of disco dancin'........ So what if every song sounds the same? Don't we sometimes wish for that anyway?

Even Better than the Flight

Airport travel just keeps getting better. I remember when we had to remember the actual paper plane ticket in order to get on the flight, in addition to a passport/ID. Now, with e-tickets and self check in, I just have to bring a major credit card and I.D. If I didn't check in any bags (ha ha), I could print out a boarding pass from home and go directly to the gate.

As far as stricter security measures, I have recently discovered the wonderful world of TSA approved locks. Plus, modern security procedures make taking off the bling and my shoes easy and quick. Restricting the gates to passengers only isn't actually a bad thing either because the extra time I save before I get to the gate allows more time to do my favorite airport activities (much more fun done alone):

• Walk around and spend money that I didn't need to spend
• Walk around and not spend money that I really do want to spend
• Sit in the waiting area and do some unintentional eavesdropping

I'm Dreaming of a.....

...bright, sunny Christmas.

Crazy? Not for me. I spent my earliest Christmases in Canada and Colorado where Christmases were white. I can't say that I miss it. I love a Christmas like today's in Houston, TX. I woke up to the sunlight streaming into the guest room where I was sleeping. We spent time outside without coats and boots and took pictures in the backyard with the neighbor's palm trees in the backdrop.

Picture perfect...

Happy Holidays!!

Every Girl Should....

I have a list of these things, but my latest one is this:

Every girl should get asked out by her high school crush 11 years later.

Especially if her high school crush was smart, cute, played football and violin and was always dating his perfect cheerleader girlfriend who was also smart, cute and played the violin (and was so genuinely nice that you couldn't hate her).

Sober Drunk

Recently, after a company holiday party, my female coworker was teased (until she started feeling a little insecure about it) for having a little too much wine. In my opinion, she acted no crazier than I did and I wasn't drinking. She helped me in a performance of Devil Goes Down to Georgia and afterwards, I tried to get everyone else to join in as I sang and danced like a rock star. She was the only one who followed my lead and we had a great time. But nobody was giving me a hard time. So I finally asked why everyone was making such a big deal about her and if anyone really thought she was acting any crazier than I was. The answer is apparently that everyone expects me to act like that. Sober. Hmmmmm.... Does that mean that I should be embarassed more often? I'd like to think that I'm just relaxed and uninhibited enough to have a good time and not feel I have to apologize for it and blame it on the alcohol afterward. I'm going to go with that answer.

My Old Friend

I miss running. I started running during my freshman year in college and it was the ultimate outlet for stress and negativity and a time to sort through my ideas. Plus, it made me feel good and discover for myself that "runner's high" is not a myth. Eventually, my knees gave in and I haven't really run since a 5K in 2002. Last week, it was below freezing and to keep warm when I had to go out into the warehouse at work, I decided to run laps around the 32,000 ft plus warehouse. It was sort of a joke at first and I got the expected giggles from the warehouse staff, but I didn't expect the nostalgia. Don't get me wrong, I love my workouts at the gym, but there's just something about running that can't compare. So I ran until I warmed up and until my knees reminded me of why I stopped.

It was a nice visit with an old friend.

Battle Scars of the Violinist

I haven't really played the violin for extensive periods of time for several years until last week. I put together a performance for a party last Saturday and spent 2-3 hours a night (nothing compared to what I used to put in), trying to get back in shape. Being away from that life for so long, I'd forgotten what pride I'd taken in the callouses on my finger tips and the "hickey" on my neck. They were literally a physical manifestation of my dedication to my art. Before anyone starts being impressed, I must say that I do NOT feel this way anymore. I prayed that my fingers would stay callous free as I cringed through the pain and every night, I stared at the ugly red mark on my neck in despair. Could this possibly be the same girl from years ago who loved her battle scars?

But when Saturday night rolled around, I realized that one thing remains the same. I still looooove to perform! Misshapen fingertips and ugly red marks be damned.

Shout out to Boston

To my former high school orchestra stand partner.. Thanks for checking out my blog! I promise I will let you know if I ever get taken over by a force greater than both Oprah Winfrey and my rock hard fear of committment and that ring is really what you think it is. Your welcome for saving your butt from ever having to do the concertmaster solos in concert. (Just call me Downbeat) But seriously, I admire everything you accomplished and have become since then. You deserve it. Happy first anniversary!

Everyone should have such successful friends from high school.

London Trip, Friday 10/7--Portobello Road Market in Notting Hill

Aaaah... European Cheeses....

London Trip, Friday 10/7--Notting Hill

London Trip, Friday 10/7--Cheyne Walk in Chelsea

London Trip, Friday 10/7--High Society London

What we really wanted to see was some ordinary houses with ordinary people living ordinary lives. But since that's hard to find on your own, we decided to go to the only place we knew of to easily find any houses at all... Chelsea. Not exactly the ordinary... We went on to another fashionable location, Notting Hill, to see the Portobello Road Market. A nice pampered way to spend my last full day in London.

• Sophia Kinsella British Fiction Moments: We started out our Chelsea tour on King's Road, which is another great fashion district where I had all kinds of Confessions of a Shopaholic moments, spotting Karen Millen, Jigsaw and Hobbs.
• Nannies, Maids, and Luxury Cars.. Chenye Walk is a section of Chelsea that has older, expensive houses, some of which were inhabited by well known writers and artists like George Elliot. We didn't see many actual residents, but we did see evidence of their lifestyle....nannies pushing carriages and maids (some in the black and white uniform) sweeping porches. The houses were beautiful, but the whole maids in uniform thing really makes me cringe. Isn't it 2005? I saw the first car dealership I'd seen in London on Cheyne Walk, and it was, of course, Mercedez-Benz.
• A new cheese.... On the way back to the Sloane Square Tube station, we stopped by an even bigger Marks and Spencer and walked down every aisle to see what Londoners buy at the grocery. I finally saw clotted cream (not something I wanted to try) and a massive selection of cheese (I wanted to try them all.) Since I couldn't try them all, I got a Wensleydale cheese and carmelized carrot chutney sandwhich for lunch. Delicious. It was then that I decided that I could definitely do just a cheese tour all across Europe.
• You never know what you can find at a market... ?? For me, that would be absolutely nothing. I appreciate most shopping, but flea-type market shopping tends to give me a headache. Portobello Road in Notting Hill is filled with stalls and stalls of everything. I liked the little cheese store. Yummm. But less than halfway through, I was done. I haven't yet learned the magic of discovering treasures in a flea market. What's the secret?
• Marian Keyes British Fiction Moment: I'd just recently finished reading Marian Keyes' Lucy Sullivan is Getting Married. Lucy lives on Ladbroke Grove which I discovered was just minutes away from where we were in Portobello Road. Plus it had a tube station that was on a line and in a zone that I'd never been. Something new! Yes, this kind of thing excites me. It was definitely different, riding the tube with considerably less tourists around.
• Eating-NOT-on-the-go... It is not a myth that America is a go-go-go culture. Eating is no exception. Since I'm a very slooooow eater who likes to savor every bite, eating in Euope sat well with me. It does take some getting used to, however, especially when your server doesn't bring the check for a looong time and after he does bring it, there's not hurry to take care of it. In America, it may be considred bad service. In London, it's consideration. Meals are to be enjoyed at a leisurely pace.
• New British Foods: Fennel which I'm very embarassed to admit that I can't remember anything about, except that I liked it. We also stopped by a Pret a Manger on the way home which is a popular sandwhich/snack/coffee eatery in London.

London Trip, Thursday 10/6--The walk along the River Thames in South Bank

London Trip, Thursday 10/6--Anchor Pub

I never actually got to eat (or drink) at this well-known British pub.

London Trip, Thursday 10/6--So Much Art, So Little Time

The sore throat I woke up to this morning did not dampen my spirits. We headed back to Southbank and the Tate Modern. While I did get to finish seeing the Tate Modern, I sadly noted that I wouldn't be able to see all that Southbank has to offer, including the Shakespeare Globe Theater, the Design Museum and many more smaller art galleries. I had to settle for photos.

• Drama at the Laundromat... We went to the laundromat this morning and I was shocked to find out that the laundromat owner had never used cold water to do her laundry. She looked at me like I was crazy when I mentioned doing my colors in cold water. At the laundromat, I also caught up on some celebrity gossip in the British pop magazines and heard on the radio about Katie Holmes' pregnancy. I don't know what was more jarring..the news about Katie Holmes or the look the laundromat lady gave me.
• Geek at the Tate Modern... I was the geek. I knew it was my last chance to spend at the museum and I still had so many floors left to see. I ran up the flights of stairs, skipped lunch and, well, yes, I was taking notes again. The other day, I was talking about how great it was that the gallery is so accessible, but today I saw a possible downside... teenagers. Groups of them. I had to keep reminding myself that I too was a teenager. I used to run around with my friends with loud enthusiasm and make sarcastic comments. So despite my natural urge to give them all the withering look of an older, more sophisticated but still trendy adult (it works..they will shut up), I decided that it comes with the territory and kept my withering looks to myself.
• New Foods I tried: Egg and Watercress sandwich (British thing), ravioli made with filo dough and cheese at The Real Greek, a restaurant that seems to be rapidly growing in popularity there. It was definitely the best Greek food I've ever had whether it was authentic or not.

London Trip, Wednesday 10/5--Brighton Beach

London Trip, Wednesday 10/5--The Lanes in Brighton

Handmade fudge and candy!! I was too full to try the fudge, but I did get some of the Brighton Rock Candy---bubble gum flavor. I must have been the oldest person to whom the shopkeeper ever sold that flavor.