tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67644850296121193912024-03-19T08:24:29.429-04:00Kris Carr's Crazy Sexy Blog!Kris Carr (moi) is the director, producer and subject of The Learning Channel (TLC) documentary film "Crazy Sexy Cancer." I'm also the author of "Crazy Sexy Cancer Tips," an advice from the trenches girlfriend's guide to the LITTLE "c." My blog is chock full of information, how to's, hell yeah's, and secrets for anyone dealing with adversity, not just cancer. It's loaded with funny stories, moving reflections, and awesome education. Hope you enjoy!cancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-56880372344546635342009-01-30T12:00:00.010-05:002009-02-03T13:12:41.736-05:00We have a new home! Crazy Sexy Life!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimL25yGjE8v3RNphODQMJXMTsQhyUcQZFpF7t8DMHlQdL0wK_fEYHMWgGIq-fRBoiio9E9rZxEx_y4EOsmR1u0zQqXLDK0EyFvDtLeOdOo2IvSl0dgGTOCS5Aziv4EwmIdv5V0QTmRspQ/s1600-h/csl+banner.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimL25yGjE8v3RNphODQMJXMTsQhyUcQZFpF7t8DMHlQdL0wK_fEYHMWgGIq-fRBoiio9E9rZxEx_y4EOsmR1u0zQqXLDK0EyFvDtLeOdOo2IvSl0dgGTOCS5Aziv4EwmIdv5V0QTmRspQ/s400/csl+banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297133629687421586" border="0" /></a>I am so excited to announce that our sparkly new <a href="http://crazysexylife.com/">blog/website</a> and <a href="http://my.crazysexylife.com/">forum</a> face lift is finally here! <a title="Crazysexylife.com" target="_blank" href="http://crazysexylife.com/" id="k9pa">Crazysexylife.com</a> is packed with goodies, including a goddess-filled <a title="Blog Posse" target="_blank" href="http://crazysexylife.com/about/blog-posse/" id="dre9">Blog Posse</a>, tons of enriching <a title="resources" target="_blank" href="http://crazysexylife.com/resources/" id="y9dq">resources</a>, rockin' <a title="videos" target="_blank" href="http://crazysexylife.com/press/videos/" id="cn15">videos</a>, tips on <a title="going green" target="_blank" href="http://crazysexylife.com/resources/go-green/" id="x:s4">going green</a> and becoming a <a title="Veggie Vixen" target="_blank" href="http://crazysexylife.com/resources/veggie-vixen/" id="djcf">Veggie Vixen</a>, and much MORE!<br /><br />For moi, this launch signifies my shift from a Cancer Cowgirl to a "Prevention is HOT" cheerleader. The Crazy Sexy Cancer world has evolved into Crazy Sexy LIFE, where we can ALL learn, gab, and laugh together. There's no better time to devote my holistic-love-fire to a wider audience of health seekers. The blog is the center of this new world and it is going to be more active than ever!<br /><br />If you are a "follower" of my blog, please be sure to update your blog roll, Google reader, <a href="http://crazysexylife.com/category/blog/feed/">rss feed</a>, and other techno fancy stuff with our new blog feed: <a href="http://crazysexylife.com/category/blog/feed/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">http://crazysexylife.com/category/blog/feed/</span></span><b></b></a><b><a title="www.crazysexylife.com" target="_blank" id="r103"></a>.</b><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br /></span>Goodbye Blogger. Thanks for the memories. Hello NEW blog!<br /><br />Come visit...Make it your home page...Have fun!<br /><br />Peace & veggies,<br /><br />Kriscancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-28910792323355199052009-01-28T09:01:00.008-05:002009-01-28T10:48:52.079-05:00Goddess Group<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYjXhDdtBkP7jLtw_o8Tn2LQValVLNfRouNK8GXk8L0CMb-JOw-4gcqnDorhFT_Kh_jghJ6h_oZXgynLKG9hzIAh0teABVmr9OaZcRHqImcVCJQYp_tRZJLNbt4DkF5yBBRLMGxRGt6A/s1600-h/JuicePacket.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLYjXhDdtBkP7jLtw_o8Tn2LQValVLNfRouNK8GXk8L0CMb-JOw-4gcqnDorhFT_Kh_jghJ6h_oZXgynLKG9hzIAh0teABVmr9OaZcRHqImcVCJQYp_tRZJLNbt4DkF5yBBRLMGxRGt6A/s320/JuicePacket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296368455005837522" border="0" /></a><br />Hi Happy Fasters!<br /><br />So it's Wednesday again, time to flood, flush and FAST. This week I'm adding a little something to chew on - well, not exactly.<br /><br />At Jivamukti, (my yoga school) we always offer our practice to something or someone and each month there's a different focus. The focus could be on "ahimsa" - the foundation of the yoga practice - on joy, meditation, it can even be something like gossip (who doesn't need to work on that!). When I focus my attention I get really grounded. Spiritual life takes work and my mind is a terrible thing to waste - especially on negative thoughts or delusional actions.<br /><br />For all you glorious Goddesses out there, I'd like to offer a "Focus of the Day". If my focus feels right, swim in it. If not, create your own. Even if you decide not to fast with me, how about committing to a SUPER healthy day? Note: This is a comfort free zone so be willing to push beyond your voices.<br /><br />Today's focus is DOUBT.<br /><br />Truth be told, I was hoping a really soaring word would come to mind, something that invoked fire and inspiration. Doubt? Yucky. It's so yucky that it's right on target. I don't know about you, but I need to peel doubt down to it's teary onion core. Under my doubt lives fear, in my fear lives low self-esteem. "I doubt this or that will happen because I'm not good enough". Do you ever say those awful words to yourself? I know I do. Doubt is the veil that blurries my vision and blocks me from my dreams. Tragic.<br /><br />So if I release my doubts what will happen?<br /><br />1. I'll make it through the entire fast without cheating!<br />2. I'll get as much if not more work done because my mind will be sharper.<br />3. I'll honor and respect my body, remind myself that anything possible.<br />4. My manifestations will sprout and the job I'm waiting for will come effortlessly.<br />5. Joy will bubble to my surface like a fine champagne and I will drink it down.<br /><br />What are <span style="font-weight: bold;">YOUR</span> doubts and what will happen if <span style="font-weight: bold;">YOU</span> release them?<br /><br />So now that we have a focus, let's fast! Remember to set a schedule for yourself. 9 am, 11am, 1 pm, 4 pm and 6 pm work well for me. I drink about 16 oz of fresh, organic green juice at each sitting and then end the fast with some blended soup (all raw).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My soup is really simple: </span>blend an avocado, cuke, greens, red pepper, cilantro - add braggs, 1 clove of garlic, a pinch of dulse and a pinch of cayenne. YUM!<br /><br />Here's a great trick my husband created this week. <span style="font-weight: bold;">JUICE PACKETS</span>! Buy enough for the week, wash, and then separate each days portion into plastic bags. This way you're ready to go first thing in the AM. Takes a little effort but wow is it worth it!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Todays juice recipe: </span>Dandelion, Parsley, Ginger, Cuke, Broccoli Stem, Lemon<br /><br />You can make smoothies if juicing isn't an option - just keep em green!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbCt45PUsO7v8sC8e7_RxqtgENc6rDg-ZTnoGibnu9wMivGh0rSjjm10Yr2JLe4LUvrPdUY8jaB5zIiZXh0_To-4T8PvlDeCK39m11hIgvSTBaBbAxBpCz7v6FIXDwjigMWqwfFIO_bY/s1600-h/Smoothie:E3Live.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbCt45PUsO7v8sC8e7_RxqtgENc6rDg-ZTnoGibnu9wMivGh0rSjjm10Yr2JLe4LUvrPdUY8jaB5zIiZXh0_To-4T8PvlDeCK39m11hIgvSTBaBbAxBpCz7v6FIXDwjigMWqwfFIO_bY/s320/Smoothie:E3Live.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296368460818948370" border="0" /></a><br />I also drink lots of alkalized water with lemon, cell food (oxygen) and aloe to soothe my intestines. Natural Calm is a great product to help keep the pooper moving and grooving.<br /><br />Now that Edward (my elliptical) is in my life, exercise is a daily <span style="font-style: italic;">affair</span>. OH YES! YES! YES! Though our love is still so new, so fragile, our sessions are getting harder and deeper and more lusciously satisfying. For the past 3 days Oprah kept us going. Yes, we had a three some with Oprah! Well, not exactly. Today it's Louise Hay's movie, "You Can Heal Your Life". FAB! Lola enjoyed it too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6lw_F1BxhBZbH64R_x7YslDmaIaw5kJ8kqAlJqWbYAGla1jQ_aE8MXlcaUlXit5Iaxb1zJreaDcnXilhXZyBxDE8Rk1_1Facj75YMWpfsYHka8WzAJfuWgRYJScgLq-uTDxNjiUOKlJM/s1600-h/DSCN1052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6lw_F1BxhBZbH64R_x7YslDmaIaw5kJ8kqAlJqWbYAGla1jQ_aE8MXlcaUlXit5Iaxb1zJreaDcnXilhXZyBxDE8Rk1_1Facj75YMWpfsYHka8WzAJfuWgRYJScgLq-uTDxNjiUOKlJM/s320/DSCN1052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296368462435821874" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Peace & clarity,<br /><br />Kris<br /><br />PS. I blogged about supplements in last weeks fast group. Check it out before posting a question. XO!cancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-31062068186670537772009-01-26T09:23:00.005-05:002009-01-26T10:00:26.379-05:00Edward<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Gjb_BQcY-jTVArP0P3A3_4ycsFB21Kong9eHNBD6F8F3-JL6jp01PYuBrxUy5MiFb4NxJLs6vBhX83_CxzJGycA4hppjlCEc8hk9Y_Mz8fEjva0VoAGG5W420OoUSNNSTgqGDB1I7Sw/s1600-h/Edward.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Gjb_BQcY-jTVArP0P3A3_4ycsFB21Kong9eHNBD6F8F3-JL6jp01PYuBrxUy5MiFb4NxJLs6vBhX83_CxzJGycA4hppjlCEc8hk9Y_Mz8fEjva0VoAGG5W420OoUSNNSTgqGDB1I7Sw/s320/Edward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295616940704680690" border="0" /></a><br />The Dawn of the Revolution...<br /><br />Even though I swore I was going to join the gym - I didn't. The truth is I hate gyms. I don't like being stared at while bopping up and down on exercise furniture. Most people look at gym machines and immediately know how to use them. I look at a gym machines and see airplane crashes. The twisted metal intimidates me. Give me a yoga mat, put me into a pretzel, no problemo. Ask me to do cardio on a moving apparatus - game over. "Just a minute young-ish lady, (this is my inner voice chatting now) you made 10 New Years Resolutions and you've already broken 8 of them. It's nearly February, grab the reigns before your wild pinto gallops away".<br /><br />My favorite therapist used to ask me whether I wanted to be right or happy. In this case - happy - and since my inner voice is always so annoyingly right, I gave up.<br /><br />Enter: Craigslist. Enter: Edward.<br /><br />This weekend, Aura (amazing mom), bought me a used elliptical for 300 clams. I named him Edward after my vampire YUM crush. Figured it's safer to ride this version of my teen heart throb! It's all very Mrs. Robinson but that's another story.<br /><br />Edward is huge. I love him but he's freakin' me out a bit. The virgo in me protests. We have a pretty tiny house and I like/demand things to be "just so". In fact, I can't think straight when stuffs out of place or un-feng shui.<br /><br />Prior to Edwards arrival I was convinced I had no space. The rebounder was fine, perhaps a stripper pole, but that's it! Then my lovely hubby said the magic words that unlocked the magic ah ha. "This is the year of your body. Don't look at it like an eye sore, see your elliptical as an altar. Put your feathers, lights and spiritual crap on it and move your damn ass!" DING.<br /><br />In that moment I realized just how tightly my excuses grip me. I can convince myself of the craziest (unsexiest) things. Now I have NO excuse. Now I just have to MOVE. Sluff off the emotional barnicles and MOVE. Thank you mom, I love you Brian, welcome Edward, hello Barbie thighs, hello Madonna - I want to look like you when I'm 50! Scratch that, I want to look like you when I'm 40. MADONNA'S ass is going on my vision board. I LOVE Madonna.<br /><br />See ya! Gonna go pound my new man... He he he...<br /><br />Peace and an elevated heart rate,<br /><br />Kriscancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-71462652136800703492009-01-21T09:48:00.010-05:002009-01-21T10:46:28.932-05:00Goddess Group Fasting Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTnpr60nItBhw-3auvTxKT5mqWgDQKItLyN-192uo3WNJ0OZdlyKndXs9f4Xh68zLUWPMGZ0kfb4IsEerUl2l3Q7wWKLKwaQXOp1NgPCrwoPpEaHVDg_6EuJyAFtoWmDXvmEVCX7fyBRI/s1600-h/thlips_7.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTnpr60nItBhw-3auvTxKT5mqWgDQKItLyN-192uo3WNJ0OZdlyKndXs9f4Xh68zLUWPMGZ0kfb4IsEerUl2l3Q7wWKLKwaQXOp1NgPCrwoPpEaHVDg_6EuJyAFtoWmDXvmEVCX7fyBRI/s320/thlips_7.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293771933708471650" /></a><br /><br /><div>Hi people who are looking for a change inside and out!<div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>What a GREAT day to start this national (perhaps, international) weekly re-boot mini-cleanse. So far I've cruised by all my favorite papers and internet hubs devouring as much Inaugural eye candy as possible. Yesterday was tear jerking amazing! We moved the office to our home and camped out in front of the flat screen. Each of us glued to the regal first family and the ground swell of love and hope that poured from the nation. Ahhh, inspiration. </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>So now we start anew by answering our president's call to service and participation. How I will participate today (in a small way) is by taking care of myself. Either I do it or someone else will have to in the long run. The same holds true for each of us! So with that, here's what I'm planning... GODDESS GROUP FAST DAY!</div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Daily Supplements:</span></div><div>Enzymes (Theramedix or Enzymetica or HHI brand)</div><div>Omega 3 (Lifes DHA)</div><div>D3 (Innate)</div><div>Vitamin C (Vita Synergy)</div><div>B12 (New Chapter B complex)</div><div>Chlorella (about 20 small tablets - Sunfood or HHI brand)</div><div>Probiotic - (Dr. Ohira's or Garden of Life Primal Defense)</div><div>Cell food & Aloe - I fill my large Kleen Kanteen with alkalized water and both of these products</div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Breakfa</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">s</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">t:</span> (already consumed, YUM)...</div><div> </div><div>7 am 10 oz water with lemon and herbal tea <br /></div><div> </div><div>9 am: 20 oz of cuke, celery, broccoli stems, kale, romaine, 1 pear, 1/2 inch of ginger<br /></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Mid Morning pick me up:</span></div><div>11 am: 16 oz Smoothie 1/2 avocado, coconut water, cuke, romaine, stevia (a wee bit of cacao or cinnamon), 1 cuke of frozen E-3 Live<br /></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Afternoon Delight:</span></div><div>1 pm: 16-20 oz Green drink - I need more groceries so I gotta go see what looks good at the store!<br /></div><div> </div><div>4 pm: 16- 20 oz Green Juice<br /></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Dinner:</span></div><div>6 pm: 1-2 cups of blended Soup (in my vitamix) - Avocado, cuke juice, spinach, 1 clove garlic, Braggs, pinch of Cayenne, sprinkle of dulse flakes.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Some of you may only want to consume juice. Great! Others may want to include a smoothie. Great! You can break the fast with some streamed veggies or a salad if a blended soup isn't an option. I used to be really strict about my fast days but I've lightened up a great deal. Do what works for you. The weekly commitment is what matters most (to me). Also, making sure I'm consuming plenty of liquids and nutrients in either juiced or blended form. 2 quarts minimum (that's 8, 8 oz glasses). </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Fasting gives your body a rest from the enormous energy it takes to digest food, especially the ridiculous quantities we consume in this country! When our body isn't busy undoing the damage that we or the environment have done, it can focus on repair. YEAH!</div><div> </div><div>Can't wait to hear your stories, read your recipes and flood and flush together. On that note, an enema or a colonic is in my future tomorrow - YIPPEE!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Peace and liquid sunlight,</div><div>Kris</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div>cancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-7700887393764111752009-01-19T09:25:00.007-05:002009-01-19T14:34:37.353-05:00New<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNvE9QtaN_45rZb524Uwj4x0bzdHwSgsm79qyuwcuOPyzqkOcY-AP5rmlNy-pFoNUDpQ0rnt7aUnb1dNScUiqb0Jwz_kH5n9L6b183oUGcHO8Z_y0QsC2V6HUXPWjUr35Se0GVthDFrY/s1600-h/mlk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNvE9QtaN_45rZb524Uwj4x0bzdHwSgsm79qyuwcuOPyzqkOcY-AP5rmlNy-pFoNUDpQ0rnt7aUnb1dNScUiqb0Jwz_kH5n9L6b183oUGcHO8Z_y0QsC2V6HUXPWjUr35Se0GVthDFrY/s320/mlk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293020627808811698" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Monday!<br /><br />To say that last week was AWFUL is to put it mildly. I think I hit an all-time low and for about 24 hours I questioned whether or not I wanted to...<br /><br />1. Saw off my fingers so I could never write again.<br />2. BLOW UP the forum.<br />3. Over dose on raw chocolate AND wine.<br />4. Trade sexual favors for I.T. expertise.<br />5. Sew a bucket to Lola's diarrhea infested ass.<br />6. Die my hair black and hit the highway - with CIGS!<br />7. Dust off my resume and send it to QVC.<br />8. Find a cult somewhere, join and buy some repressed flowered dress.<br />9. Shoplift at CVS - just a lip gloss, nothing big.<br />10. Go off the grid, live off the land, and NEVER pay my taxes or bills again. Bascially, embrace the warrants for my arrest. "BRING IT ON!" (Oh, thank God <span style="font-style: italic;">he's</span> almost gone)<br /><br />Ok, I know this all sounds a little dramatic but the truth is, I AM DRAMATIC and kinda extreme. My temper has been shorter than a wick on a candle. I even get mad at my angel cards! Keep pullin' good cards and yelling at them. In these times (and I know you've all been there) I literally have to have a come to JBEE (Jesus, Buddha, Elvis, ETC) with myself. "What's really going on here destruct-o-sassy?" Well, tons of things that I'm not gonna go into because I would literally fall asleep blogging. My problems are an excruciating BORE and I don't want to marinate in them.<br /><br />So last night my dad told me to check out the HBO We Are One Inaugural Concert. HOLY SHITAKE! Now that was inspiring. It was just what the doctor ordered, a prescription to SNAP OUT OF IT! And so I did. It was that easy. I changed my mind. The cup is running over, spilling everywhere and making a beautiful poet mess.<br /><br />Today is MLK day, tomorrow a new man, an inspired man, will be leading our country back to sanity and "Yes We Can". Obama is so cool he even earned a spot on my vision board. I placed him there to remind me to be diplomatic and to reach into the next universe. It's possible. All of it. Every dream. Possible as long as I see it, feel it, believe it, GO FOR IT.<br /><br />I welcome the buoyant spring in my step and I'm gonna take advantage of it! Join the gym (yet again - but go this time), plan our Wednesday group fast (thanks RawFitMama for naming it THE GODDESS GROUP) and work on our new website with patience and gratitude.<br /><br />I know why I've been a pimple, I want to be somewhere I'm not (yet) and I'm an impatient child about it. Growing up is sticky and sweet.<br /><br />Peace and sunlight,<br />Kris<br /><br />PS. Dear Martin Luther King,<br /><br />Thank you for teaching me that thinking outside-the-box and going my own way, (no matter who wants to rip me apart) is righteous and HOT! I think that you are a mega-angel. And I am so lucky that you visited for a spell.cancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-1846546457466230432009-01-14T08:40:00.003-05:002009-01-14T08:50:48.161-05:00Fast-a-thon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhILoVsE1ncLipi7tUr-bBSuOGgrR8FMvF_DC208qHWhVg-6CRh11a4XZD8L6aAEnwHk075jp0Sb9LlzKZPthUUrfo21aTq4TbVmyFaoFK-tgwLqFGHtiE-meT3xCF9yuWymEKu4SHgA/s1600-h/GreenJuice1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhILoVsE1ncLipi7tUr-bBSuOGgrR8FMvF_DC208qHWhVg-6CRh11a4XZD8L6aAEnwHk075jp0Sb9LlzKZPthUUrfo21aTq4TbVmyFaoFK-tgwLqFGHtiE-meT3xCF9yuWymEKu4SHgA/s320/GreenJuice1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291145993160681378" border="0" /></a><br />Hi Juice Vixens,<br /><br />This is a just a quickie cause I have to go to the gyno this morning. YUCK! Cold stir-ups in the AM. HOW RUDE.<br /><br />Anyway, ever since I left HHI I've been fasting once a week. FEASTING I should say and it has been wonderful, a total physical and emotional break from food. I consume tons of green drinks during the day and a blended veggie soup for dinner.<br /><br />But I'm wondering, what's the LONGEST time you've ever fasted? I ask because I'm planning a LONG fast (God help me) and I'm hoping there are some coaches in my cyber following! <br /><br />Thankfully my liquid experience will be supervised at a treatment center. Yup, I ship out Feb 1st and will be gone for a month-ish. More on THAT soon. But back to my question. Any Fast-a-thons out there?<br /><br />Ps. Wednesdays are my weekly fast days. If you care to join me then I'll start blogging about it, I just figured it might be a snore.<br /><br />Peace and liquid,<br />Kriscancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-43320816313109247122009-01-10T09:51:00.014-05:002009-01-10T10:39:44.727-05:00Lola's Weekend Update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1dqEREddsXIv25pip2t1d30VYGAaowN-wt3sJSMdj_ruhNYeCwPH0wcls1AVDbYKFB3dtnZiJ7l3rhsRv0XHz3pKIAtZ_9Sn2Cd2hLEEgD6iMlT_FbWfU78aH1ro9RrGf90SVxsJ1aa0/s1600-h/LolaOffice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1dqEREddsXIv25pip2t1d30VYGAaowN-wt3sJSMdj_ruhNYeCwPH0wcls1AVDbYKFB3dtnZiJ7l3rhsRv0XHz3pKIAtZ_9Sn2Cd2hLEEgD6iMlT_FbWfU78aH1ro9RrGf90SVxsJ1aa0/s320/LolaOffice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289684061111082642" border="0" /></a>Woof!<br /><br />This is me at my parent's office last week. I go to work with them everyday. Sometimes it's fun, sometimes it's REALLY boring. They spend way too much time staring at electric boxes with apples on them. It's weird.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipAzgVLp3zXH_e4hRYt-IVEPXO5KuZg5Z5kIUbVrewP2Zt9ENbMy4eGQN_aue40FCJ8wts7XT5bxRGF7bC_IU8y39odcQW3I7UhWL231kNGba1vLLZisHxteHXx_1ztyjDIhbHn9Fyozc/s1600-h/KC:LolaHug.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipAzgVLp3zXH_e4hRYt-IVEPXO5KuZg5Z5kIUbVrewP2Zt9ENbMy4eGQN_aue40FCJ8wts7XT5bxRGF7bC_IU8y39odcQW3I7UhWL231kNGba1vLLZisHxteHXx_1ztyjDIhbHn9Fyozc/s320/KC:LolaHug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289682838001439234" border="0" /></a><br />My smother attacks me with hugs and kisses. I think that's GROSS. When she isn't looking I jump on the furniture and steal cookies from her coat pocket.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguNWXnCOJIt2iH58Tk8h2A3i41ZHe5zrq4EqfptG6Lp7aEbF8BaAa5aIVbZPj3VG43w7W-wjDE01YWVg-IUoF4n_fGXVpg1zJdAIwkbN0zJL9ZNGSmLQuOmqP2v_hvWwiiEdpZ9OCMrvs/s1600-h/WombatOnMyLap.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguNWXnCOJIt2iH58Tk8h2A3i41ZHe5zrq4EqfptG6Lp7aEbF8BaAa5aIVbZPj3VG43w7W-wjDE01YWVg-IUoF4n_fGXVpg1zJdAIwkbN0zJL9ZNGSmLQuOmqP2v_hvWwiiEdpZ9OCMrvs/s320/WombatOnMyLap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289678890887337186" border="0" /></a><br />For the most part I bug people to play with me non-stop. I also guard the door, look for stuff to chew, rip the guts out of my stuffed animals, and bark at the UPS man. At lunch time I go to the dog park and get tackled by bigger pooches. I love it! Well, I love it when it's dry out. On rainy days my smother makes me wear a red raincoat which is dumb and embarrassing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcNSjlqrZN1JTZbgcr3Zd_6hbqYvHVpoqEIKRHqtdCwt-bnYTzsy_mql3H2Ch0lOiXFUIeSf7dPjDeL_LDuZh5nOEra-_HXLpr4c73Q-QAbiYhEtdemUI6GeykFq1CdpXCDBVhMoAhB4g/s1600-h/LolaGiraffe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcNSjlqrZN1JTZbgcr3Zd_6hbqYvHVpoqEIKRHqtdCwt-bnYTzsy_mql3H2Ch0lOiXFUIeSf7dPjDeL_LDuZh5nOEra-_HXLpr4c73Q-QAbiYhEtdemUI6GeykFq1CdpXCDBVhMoAhB4g/s320/LolaGiraffe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289678898347254786" border="0" /></a><br />They gave me a job but I often sleep through my responsibilities.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm2IA7Vf_kRpc2B3ehOFveu8RuGrzHARcBkJQ3-xtTLe-jVhvvCzClZobv-6wOUolXPbytWzs87b1zS8EWlWks-q2DqyWo5NF8H1tuWTmA1vO9FXaXTDk-Pm2ni5jxObLf6IRCwezrxz4/s1600-h/LolaComplaintDept.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm2IA7Vf_kRpc2B3ehOFveu8RuGrzHARcBkJQ3-xtTLe-jVhvvCzClZobv-6wOUolXPbytWzs87b1zS8EWlWks-q2DqyWo5NF8H1tuWTmA1vO9FXaXTDk-Pm2ni5jxObLf6IRCwezrxz4/s320/LolaComplaintDept.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289678900179260722" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ok, I'm off for a walk in the snow...<br /><br />Have a great weekend!<br /><br />Peace & paws,<br /><br />Lolacancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-75016614641797516502009-01-09T16:46:00.003-05:002009-01-09T17:40:47.267-05:00Community Check-in #2Its time to gab again!<br /><br />Come on over to <a href="http://my.crazysexylife.com/forum/topics/community-checkin-2?id=2001521%3ATopic%3A342672&page=1#comments">myCSL</a> today from 5pm-8pm so that we can catch up. I can't wait!<br /><br />Peace and chat time,<br /><br />Kriscancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-63671670802582090172009-01-07T10:14:00.010-05:002009-01-07T11:18:59.395-05:00Twilight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioqaEhSOmyziXq5shhBz2mILDqWjJXUmO6d0OP6gwm1KGLaQPeYvtPnHOlwBUDNfkZVrJSMRoTaMWmMy74wc61ixxwyjsI8v6Ib0zMrgMYh5i1kFLiY_kOCf3thLzBLB7vCDBC1VGp8_4/s1600-h/twilight_book_cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioqaEhSOmyziXq5shhBz2mILDqWjJXUmO6d0OP6gwm1KGLaQPeYvtPnHOlwBUDNfkZVrJSMRoTaMWmMy74wc61ixxwyjsI8v6Ib0zMrgMYh5i1kFLiY_kOCf3thLzBLB7vCDBC1VGp8_4/s320/twilight_book_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288578297359347762" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Belated New Year All!<br /><br />It's been weeks since my last blog, the holidays came and went (thank Goddess!), a new year began, and I've already broken most of my revolutions. Why? Because I have a new passionate LOVE now. I'm no longer human. I am a vampire (ok, a vampire wanna be). Yup, been bitten by the mania of the Twilight series thanks to my BFF Corinne who gave me the books for xmas. Damn her! DAMN HER! She warned me but I did not take her seriously. "Yeah, right, like I'm going to read all of that silly, mindless fluff written for teen girls who are dying to get laid by the Quarter Back?! Plus, have you seen how loooong those suckers are? I start writing my 3rd book this month, no way do I have time for this dumb drivel. I must study pH! Well, maybe I'll just read a few pages, so Corinne doesn't feel bad"...<br /><br />BAM! Minutes turned to hours, turned to days, turned to weeks. I've had to put out a missing persons alert on myself. Where has the time gone? Why do I smell? Do I have any other clothes besides these tattered sweat pants? Who fricken' cares! Bella and Edward are my TOP priority - well, Lola too. The little pup does need to eat and crap, preferably outside the house. I'm 200 pages away from finishing the last book in the series, Breaking Dawn. It's almost over, I've read 2212 pages (yes I added them with a calculator) and now I'm panicking! Who am I now? What will I do with myself when the Vampires move on?<br /><br />Now you know why I've been MIA. Sorry but it's been wicked AWESOME! I had planned to write a really inspiring "New Year, New You" blog on Jan. 1 - nope. Bella was in danger so as you can imagine, I had to blow that off. Thankfully my husband is delighted. He brings me juice and sometimes a bit of toast. He giggles and says "I have never seen you like this, doing something mindless, something that doesn't advance you or the cause". He's right. I spend way too much time on work and studying and obsessing about how to change the party and wake myself and others up. I spend little time on FUN. No wonder I broke all my resolutions! They were perfect, right, moral, and tight. Boring... snore....<br /><br />My only resolution now is to lighten up. Well, there are a few others but they're really poofy. Quite frankly, I'm temporarily sick of bettering myself. The thought makes me vomit a little in my mouth and then swallow it back down.<br /><br />Back next week. Hopefully, I'll be ready for my life by then. Who knows, maybe I'll have that "New Year, New You" blog after all.<br /><br />Peace & BLOOD!<br /><br />Kriscancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-36264519709656144962008-12-19T12:54:00.006-05:002008-12-19T17:24:42.918-05:00Christmas Shopping<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP7O1wk_vE3z3id4lQbi9VOR8_1wxaR1Dk9SEsjVdqZaignxCHTk-x8Vnli5_0CFXu9fKkBqknbOY7KN-Ka6RN05bgxOj_lrQyEopEK6Ug2kYlMTSBdQH0yUH4X-EYokA1MF_h0EysGlI/s1600-h/PeaceWreath08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP7O1wk_vE3z3id4lQbi9VOR8_1wxaR1Dk9SEsjVdqZaignxCHTk-x8Vnli5_0CFXu9fKkBqknbOY7KN-Ka6RN05bgxOj_lrQyEopEK6Ug2kYlMTSBdQH0yUH4X-EYokA1MF_h0EysGlI/s320/PeaceWreath08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281571328958928962" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Hark how the bells!<br /><br />Wow, it's hard to believe I've been back for a week and still haven't done a lick of prep for the ho ho. No tree this year, no stocking, no lights. Poopers. It just happened so fast! We did get a peace wreath though, check it out. What an awesome gift and the money goes to a great charity. <a href="http://www.organicbouquet.com/p_58/pine-wreath-peace.html?categoryid=40"> Adopt-a-minefield Peace Wreath </a><br /><br />Looks like I'll be hitting the stores this weekend. My list is pretty small, mom, dad, sis, Corinne and mom-in-law. Brian has been naughty so he gets nothing. KIDDING! He gets slippers (DO NOT TELL). What he really wants is an electronic drum kit but not this year. Those suckers are expensivo! Did ya'll know that he was in a hot band called The Jobes in his former (decades ago) life. Yeah, I even saw one of his shows in the 90's. I had no idea he was an editor till I was looking for someone to cut Crazy Sexy. The rest is history. Smooch smooch.<br /><br />Anyway, if you're looking for some Crazy Sexy holiday shwag, our <a href="http://shop.crazysexylife.com/">t-shirts</a> finally arrived last week and they are WICKED COOL!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shop.crazysexylife.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlZKPTAT3IvmqOV74Rp9At6Fzst2_KD8U-Cz-XQAEwOA6S620KrNUKLQh5S4Jyirftm9fouOLa6JmWxUW5ZE_P2behn5NONbN4MfyPO-MUjRCvsOu7bm8ycQC7ybxl6GMsO8HB9BdDpE/s320/SU2C-+Crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281571320636288930" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Crazy Sexy Cancer Goddess: for the rebelliously liberated lady adventuring through the little (annoying) "c". A great apparel choice while bopping to the oncologist, shimmying through support groups, the grocery store, gym, you name it. I had one made up for my appearance on <a href="http://www.standup2cancer.org/?gclid=COSyof-lzZcCFQikHgodIX9Dyw">"Stand Up to Cancer"</a> and wow was it a splash.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shop.crazysexylife.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSN6RSLMV9ewKYoA1R2YmHD5dSz2hUFR7bvzCDrmD95MKURFPTLDihIymlvD6KhPcECp8TzlbFh01c36qlX534rO2SOPhJSMo6-z_u7VPms4po2O0E7nsCfBqwJ2JcWOzTDQUTK8MaW78/s320/MJNW_front_medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281571338652146386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shop.crazysexylife.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidKLXhlFPURqkn8KbV1qijFFE-POLFq2h0R6nhfZFj3q1x3ceF8H5HUTFf78oWKzf_WTo7nt3nCGJMf_qk6pW4JV5is-yS3CWMl9Jq7asYrF1lyelcSEA_KE9fti44aQgGr1wjsOWlrPU/s320/MJNW_back_medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281571345901980898" border="0" /></a><br /><br />For the button pushing anti-war, pro-health, spiritual wealth, and happiness fan why not don our "Make Juice Not War" slogan. Shooting disco stars sparkle on the front while our custom peace sign made up of veggies graces the back. It's sooo dig-a-lish!<br /><br />Hope that gives you a few more shopping options. We'll be sending orders out this weekend, Monday and Tuesday.<br /><br />Peace and organic candy canes,<br />Kriscancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-3925766522137318612008-12-12T09:13:00.001-05:002008-12-12T09:35:56.708-05:00Feeling fantastic!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu_pBkjR_vsz4K8VqSRyimTqGd5EnFI4X056lr4LJWJyQqf0C9miSloNkFwaPLUES2gjUeUnQlP3_j0ldQLg28Oy8qiMnSFWpnlfaqyfpcCjCiHbkOfiGHE3XFFZqi1kXKFtPiDCFyUMk/s1600-h/JuiceBar(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu_pBkjR_vsz4K8VqSRyimTqGd5EnFI4X056lr4LJWJyQqf0C9miSloNkFwaPLUES2gjUeUnQlP3_j0ldQLg28Oy8qiMnSFWpnlfaqyfpcCjCiHbkOfiGHE3XFFZqi1kXKFtPiDCFyUMk/s320/JuiceBar(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278910769965049554" /></a><br />Hello sun sprouts!<br /><br />Ok, day 5 with no tea (zoomy tea) and I feel great. Finally made my way into the wheat grass hut. Yum/yuck, I drank it down and shot it up, (in the nether region) ZOINKS! Felt a difference almost instantly, it's actually quite refreshing... he he he... Why did I wait till wed? Stubborn! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6fjkeBhz-eg8vUjhddRwl79cn6U0QoyhpzWankePELYFAI9yRUsaYlHG4wI_8IrSCg96El-_xt4oDuw8l9RAAqmhp0zoqWTYDfWrmQKxuiAoinNga8Kud4sgdqKsRTzxbpXaDmRO7FM/s1600-h/WG(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC6fjkeBhz-eg8vUjhddRwl79cn6U0QoyhpzWankePELYFAI9yRUsaYlHG4wI_8IrSCg96El-_xt4oDuw8l9RAAqmhp0zoqWTYDfWrmQKxuiAoinNga8Kud4sgdqKsRTzxbpXaDmRO7FM/s320/WG(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278910780837219170" /></a><br /><br />We fasted on Wednesday and though I thought I'd be hungry it was totally fine, well except for the emotional detox. I got cranky and my liver flared with a wee bit of anger and growls. Only one guest was injured.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyhLW_jF1FoY6YKVUPjM-15t8XOXcRTup4AcEA_qv9G5zPFOOsntRBQUs844cCyyY2nBHJS167NbkJUhYUPlVhZw1KhT4g49IvIRzeXPfgV2RgTvgq6g4bfqp_gtU5J6ltKWjniBm_9W4/s1600-h/Colonic(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyhLW_jF1FoY6YKVUPjM-15t8XOXcRTup4AcEA_qv9G5zPFOOsntRBQUs844cCyyY2nBHJS167NbkJUhYUPlVhZw1KhT4g49IvIRzeXPfgV2RgTvgq6g4bfqp_gtU5J6ltKWjniBm_9W4/s320/Colonic(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278910786721074866" /></a><br /><br />Thursday morning - colonic at 7am - HELLO! Though it was glorious, the downside of living on sprouts is the (how shall I say) GAS! Good lorrrd. Digestive enzymes certainly help. They're also really great when you're eating any cooked food. I take them daily without fail. <br /><br />But the best thing about yesterday was that I got to sit in with Anna Maria Clement and watch her do live blood analysis on the guests. REMARKABLE! There is no doubt in my mind that the terrain doesn't lie. Dairy, coffee, animal protein, sugar, drugs/chemicals - we saw it all. It inspired me like crazy. <br /><br />Today I get to shadow Brian Clement (the big cheese). Gotta run! <br /><br />Peace & Wheat grass!<br /><br />Kris<br /><br />PS. Looks at these gorgeous Sun Flower Spouts!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFBJCbTVDicP4uTaElPxzCjmPovzSpzbttQYI6wzLPrwSPPUkClSL3zS3NHjKL9oW061tpW_tKsdH6DGrE2S3CKpdnjjdrE5b_OMcvCgYwfWB23eMousCXhwfqC0gOGiuE3TPRFn_jDtM/s1600-h/SunSprouts(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFBJCbTVDicP4uTaElPxzCjmPovzSpzbttQYI6wzLPrwSPPUkClSL3zS3NHjKL9oW061tpW_tKsdH6DGrE2S3CKpdnjjdrE5b_OMcvCgYwfWB23eMousCXhwfqC0gOGiuE3TPRFn_jDtM/s320/SunSprouts(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278910790726333538" /></a>cancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-81481851475194641852008-12-09T09:38:00.002-05:002008-12-09T15:32:05.595-05:00Greetings from Hippocrates!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgVLpQUV6SPeJnvLUZbKxHPljJCBeI5_73LfpqskGkwbc5So3I0gdtNLmdG9lSFiF4AE3Hl2CxUjAKMfL4dlxr7t3sY0osJ9xEmxn5c5sg49zcdvfnwu7CZKsFa4NCmAIyURhSkniI0Q/s1600-h/HHI-greenjuice(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsgVLpQUV6SPeJnvLUZbKxHPljJCBeI5_73LfpqskGkwbc5So3I0gdtNLmdG9lSFiF4AE3Hl2CxUjAKMfL4dlxr7t3sY0osJ9xEmxn5c5sg49zcdvfnwu7CZKsFa4NCmAIyURhSkniI0Q/s320/HHI-greenjuice(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277804779355462658" /></a><br />Hello grass drinkers,<br /><br />Day 3 at The Hippocrates Health Institute and I feel like poo. That’s right, poo. At home I juice everyday, guzzle lots of water with aloe, cell food, & green powder, eat a mostly raw vegan 80/20 diet, and I sleep well - very well. Hmmm, clearly it’s not enough. <br /><br />But let me be very honest, I love caffeine (I'd marry it) and I am a physical sloth (writing 2 books in less than 2 years will do that to you). That's right, I hate my sneakers. HATE. The laces are threatening. Most days I drink black tea instead of battery acid but either way I have a habit. I could drink green tea but it gives me the potential vomits. White tea is the best if you're doping. Yerba Mate is good too. NO caffeine is optimum. DUH! I pathetically try to convince myself that my daily 2 are fine, especially since my diet is so clean – NOPEY. Sooo here I am feeling the cold turkey, drill baby drill head throb, and cursing the Irish Breakfast. Oh, one more confessions – dark chocolate. I’ll leave it at that. <br /><br />What’s the solution? Well, there are a few.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ_lv_hC5QYnFlPPrS9QNQ-026Mf-KxJHnZdDgIuqiBjPhAJG6Wwjnb0uS76wrJTonCOTzzGH_Bw5kAQS26v9O7alcaM4yZIULg6AbgLVtkPPXZ5H9A7iawDos3vG8iwL8z7jI_mdQSmU/s1600-h/Tongue:Enema(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ_lv_hC5QYnFlPPrS9QNQ-026Mf-KxJHnZdDgIuqiBjPhAJG6Wwjnb0uS76wrJTonCOTzzGH_Bw5kAQS26v9O7alcaM4yZIULg6AbgLVtkPPXZ5H9A7iawDos3vG8iwL8z7jI_mdQSmU/s320/Tongue:Enema(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277804608884264466" /></a><br /><br />1. Suck it up and let the toxins move out slowly.<br /><br />2. Get a colonic (Thursday).<br /><br />3.Do the damn enema and implant that you are supposed to being doing twice a day but aren’t.<br /><br />4. Drink the wheat grass that is delicious and ready for you. But for some strange reason you've been forgetting – yeah right. <br /><br />5. EXERCISE! For Goddess sake Kris (yes I am talking to myself – babbling actually) EXERCISE! I swear it’s been months and this will not do. Forget CanSer – CELLULITE is a deadly disease and my left thigh caught it. Now I’m awake! Now I’m ready to move my lymph.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5ujhU8bfG7QtBvqWpiZxpbXN8CVsuUk9mLj9SkE_rT38TqDihXV5Rq4D6Ftecrls6Nxk0m-jop-o1jsJTH2dkS_PGPRnrmYer-KK7eKvEZLXrI5i-ObbYYS_wq1nec7RYrkNdlYF14Y/s1600-h/HHI-blooddraw(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt5ujhU8bfG7QtBvqWpiZxpbXN8CVsuUk9mLj9SkE_rT38TqDihXV5Rq4D6Ftecrls6Nxk0m-jop-o1jsJTH2dkS_PGPRnrmYer-KK7eKvEZLXrI5i-ObbYYS_wq1nec7RYrkNdlYF14Y/s320/HHI-blooddraw(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277804565061393170" /></a><br /><br />Yesterday began with a blood draw followed by live blood analysis. I knew my blood wouldn’t look great because I went on antibiotics recently for a nasty-mean wisdom tooth infection. Even so, my blood looked pretty awesome. There was a tiny bit of stacking but mostly lovely cells - well except for one itty-bitty-not-so-great thing – YEAST! <br /><br />For fucker’s sake I have Candida. The beast, the bear, the nasty little jerks who require a 3-6 month of no sugar, grains, alcohol, choc etc to cleanse. This blows big time. I’m not surprised. Yucky confession: I have a few fungus spots on my back (which I blame on a damn dirty yoga mat). Is this too much information? Hmmm. Well if ya have it on the outside (that means you toe fungus people) then you have it on the inside. Clearly it’s time to schedule a cleanse. Luckily I have a huge inner adventure planned for January. I’ll be detoxing my little butt off in Arizona for 3-4 weeks. Major stuff but more on that later, I'm still in denial. <br /><br />For now, it’s sprouts, green juice, water, wg, enemas, colonics, infrared sauna, salt pool, and EXERCISE. Hopefully I’ll get really inspired and bring this home with me on Sunday. It is pretty cool to watch people transform here. They take the classes, eat the food, blow out the toxins, feel like crap, cry and complain and then voila - the sun breaks and the smiles shine. More from the trenches soon.<br /><br />Peace & yeast,<br />Kriscancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-58751076279123958192008-12-05T08:05:00.001-05:002008-12-05T10:19:13.945-05:00Community Check-in #1Hiya peaches,<br /><br />We're trying something new on the forum today, a little community check-in. I'll be answering questions and opening up a big chat so stop by if ya can. Even if you don't want to join, there might be some interesting conversations to read (aka lurk). <br /><br />I'll be blogging from Hippocrates next week. Kinda nervous to look at my live blood. Ya can't get away with anything there!<br /><br />Hope all is swell.<br /><br />Peace & chatting,<br />Kris<br /><a href="http://my.crazysexylife.com/forum/topics/community-checkin-1"><br />Community check-in conversation</a>cancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-40155015622820704502008-12-01T09:13:00.002-05:002008-12-01T11:33:36.618-05:00Time with Family<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07gAbqgYwyD6m-VwBqJCW3Vt4VmWR_yil_nMaTVlDg9EQ7jHqr8gIaX9pHTb3pvJKNi3dB0vVwPAMzAOksnFdLTnpOFOJ0JBaziKTm96C4j-iqGJ54kYvnF0wUWjApyov2KelQ9GBvYk/s1600-h/FamilyPhoto08(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07gAbqgYwyD6m-VwBqJCW3Vt4VmWR_yil_nMaTVlDg9EQ7jHqr8gIaX9pHTb3pvJKNi3dB0vVwPAMzAOksnFdLTnpOFOJ0JBaziKTm96C4j-iqGJ54kYvnF0wUWjApyov2KelQ9GBvYk/s320/FamilyPhoto08(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274837500049544850" /></a><br />Hola Vegola,<br /><br />How was your holiday weekend? Ours was down right wonderful(ish). <br /><br />Brian's family came for a visit and I cooked the meal. At first I was wicked stressed. After all, it was the first holiday that we have hosted and it's been a long time since I've used the stove. I wanted my in-laws to LOVE the food and the festivities. I imagined a table full of happy healthy people chomping on boneless cuisine while mantra-ing "wow, that Kris is really something". But can you say salad? These days I'm only great at salad! Yet there I was making a traditional T day dinner with all the accouterments - vegan style? OIY! <br /><br />Half way through the cooking process I started to melt down. "Holy SHIT, I have so much left to do and the clock is ticking!" I wanted wine, I wanted a dinner reservation, I wanted my mom! Unfortunately, my folks were out in Cali visiting my sister so I was on my own (well B-man helped too). <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEFyuY09AQjZQWzv1I0hCo82ftoZ33pND8Ete_g0JWFBPEGK2kQzwkGWpTNC3YTiCXl6sH0yxGsqwiozVOqxqM3puJqTu-lZmoG9aiRZ3PdgYqS3PNqis-Ye8nKeLFrvw2KnwDn1bWiY/s1600-h/DryDinner(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEFyuY09AQjZQWzv1I0hCo82ftoZ33pND8Ete_g0JWFBPEGK2kQzwkGWpTNC3YTiCXl6sH0yxGsqwiozVOqxqM3puJqTu-lZmoG9aiRZ3PdgYqS3PNqis-Ye8nKeLFrvw2KnwDn1bWiY/s320/DryDinner(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274837522246444818" /></a><br /><br />In the end it all worked out. Sorta. The dinner sucked but hey, it was my first time. OK, "sucked" might be too harsh. DRY. Now that's more like it. DRY AS A DESERT. Clearly I need more experience before writing a cookbook! Good Lord. What's a raw, 80/20 girl to do? Get over herself perhaps. Thanksgiving is about being grateful, it's about spending time with the ones you love and most important, clocking some serious time watching your flat screen! And that's exactly what we did, along with a few hikes, hugs and some noodling around town. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1uUW7_2K8LR_YESffj_6U3yCzc3ICqgT3HSwQ6KbQQTQ2ox0k88_d7MWYhGJxMz-efs5LSu-KSPBbhDj_fRs64zBjmXKEkWZNVvGO1LEmPjMb8Xy0WXOD_HMz4xWrJtYp0WwLfSXJ6R8/s1600-h/Lola:Rocket(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1uUW7_2K8LR_YESffj_6U3yCzc3ICqgT3HSwQ6KbQQTQ2ox0k88_d7MWYhGJxMz-efs5LSu-KSPBbhDj_fRs64zBjmXKEkWZNVvGO1LEmPjMb8Xy0WXOD_HMz4xWrJtYp0WwLfSXJ6R8/s320/Lola:Rocket(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274837512813351058" /></a> <br />Check out Lola and her new pal Rocket (our doggie nephew) oh, and my sock. <br /><br /><br />Hope you had a lovely weekend! Can you believe it's December 1st already??!?!? <br /><br />Peace & dry chestnut roast,<br />Kris<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYztbJ0iOcvLxV8ygKzWUDcwnN61V6Vfl48MhYdhBfcd2u9glgY0_o5u5QdVO4QACBjoZbVRVbkxaY6GSoRp9Qdw_mVz-oWP65zGckzE32sB27VC-5WSF35CCArNLo1a44gPRxVApM0Y/s1600-h/ThanksgivingHike.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYztbJ0iOcvLxV8ygKzWUDcwnN61V6Vfl48MhYdhBfcd2u9glgY0_o5u5QdVO4QACBjoZbVRVbkxaY6GSoRp9Qdw_mVz-oWP65zGckzE32sB27VC-5WSF35CCArNLo1a44gPRxVApM0Y/s320/ThanksgivingHike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274837509027336018" /></a><br /><br />PS. I invited everybody back next year. I'm determined to blow their minds with vegan food and I have one year to get it together. :)cancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-27324015966131410282008-11-25T09:02:00.001-05:002008-11-25T10:00:25.506-05:00Vegan ThanksLiving<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0XSlLY_nU_SBZSaqmGoszcPGcdt2mmhNJxyseIyHmQXvOhMTN0InKeP-m6jfK0Q-QTUwFWY6E09Mz9OXoPZ29Xojy10gKEqSzAj1vNVIPbLaVfAOc_bXraJoqdXOAfgFzy8PDl3EqCo/s1600-h/Sheep(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB0XSlLY_nU_SBZSaqmGoszcPGcdt2mmhNJxyseIyHmQXvOhMTN0InKeP-m6jfK0Q-QTUwFWY6E09Mz9OXoPZ29Xojy10gKEqSzAj1vNVIPbLaVfAOc_bXraJoqdXOAfgFzy8PDl3EqCo/s320/Sheep(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272605946302120082" /></a><br />Pumpkins,<br /><br />This past weekend I had the divine opportunity to speak at <a href="http://www.woodstockfas.org/">The Woodstock Farm Animal Sanctuary's</a> ThanksLiving event. Fun! Amazing! Inspiring! I love my animal rights pals and it's such a privilege to bridge our two worlds - health and compassion. Naturally, I spoke about the effects of a plant-based diet in the role of prevention and reversal of disease and then my BFF <a href="http://www.skinnybitch.net/">Rory Freedman</a> (Skinny Bitch) brought it home with some real deal horrendous facts about what goes on in factory farms. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpNzNjAzPT0hqII9VK637V6t_IY5_fUcdmAseTUoGgHVYJyud7-3OEP3tA-Z7BBZFpNFLQb1y3V1tfl16MJfVxqAl5jp_ptA27x8zT6m2wiCB0J9C2HaYbBIDh9BeKKr3XkZAPsrFEI4Q/s1600-h/Albie+(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpNzNjAzPT0hqII9VK637V6t_IY5_fUcdmAseTUoGgHVYJyud7-3OEP3tA-Z7BBZFpNFLQb1y3V1tfl16MJfVxqAl5jp_ptA27x8zT6m2wiCB0J9C2HaYbBIDh9BeKKr3XkZAPsrFEI4Q/s320/Albie+(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272605958790905794" /></a><br /><br />Jenny Brown and her amazing hubby Doug Able (WFAS Founders) blew our minds with the most delicious feast and a parade of ridiculously cute animal friends. Get this, the turkeys were the guests of honor and they looked gorgeous. So regal. So elegant. Think Audrey Hepburn in "Breakfast at Tiffany's" but with white feathers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFphin3Rc9rmrDZxBanbVnc4DUGiiJ8BZEq_rVKRWPLHCrAY1QRz-J4DWk7wS1J07LRfGTClG2YsJxaVP2mBVeCWR4y7955AakP2Ssv4WSyWU2QEvSPF-wL4bZeThHavtOf8HHil6khlo/s1600-h/Turkeys+(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFphin3Rc9rmrDZxBanbVnc4DUGiiJ8BZEq_rVKRWPLHCrAY1QRz-J4DWk7wS1J07LRfGTClG2YsJxaVP2mBVeCWR4y7955AakP2Ssv4WSyWU2QEvSPF-wL4bZeThHavtOf8HHil6khlo/s320/Turkeys+(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272605943856523650" /></a><br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5goXR-g1Ka2VGC4N91bxM8iqIkssSKTQHt28YaV_rUCR5XJfEKvfJKyEovOVQTAYj3tl6krKjiqCm39vB_VgrRJNCSxoQ-Hx3oqkX7BXXgqC3GkTsJoXUp5rd2cbX2LNX6UL5NhAPeCE/s1600-h/Jenny:Rory:Lola(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5goXR-g1Ka2VGC4N91bxM8iqIkssSKTQHt28YaV_rUCR5XJfEKvfJKyEovOVQTAYj3tl6krKjiqCm39vB_VgrRJNCSxoQ-Hx3oqkX7BXXgqC3GkTsJoXUp5rd2cbX2LNX6UL5NhAPeCE/s320/Jenny:Rory:Lola(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272605953179477314" /></a><br /> <br />The event really got me thinking about my holiday menu. Brian's family is trekking to Woodstock this year and since they are willing to take the leap and go veg for the weekend I want to make it extra special. But I keep going back and forth. Do I replace the traditional "meat in the middle" dish with a hearty vegan alternative (NOT TOFURKEY - damn that's nasty!) OR do I just make a bunch of little dishes and encourage my family to entertain the idea that a meal is complete without a main event? <br /><br />Here's an option I'm considering sent by my new friend Gretchen. It's from some fancy vegan cookbook. I'm serving massive amounts of salad as well, but an all raw holiday? Nope, they definitely ain't ready for that (and either am I - pass the gravy!)<br /><br />Chestnut Roast<br /><br />Note: This recipe serves 4-6, so double or triple accordingly!<br /><br />2 T Earth Balance<br />1 large onion, chopped<br />2 celery stalks, finely chopped<br />2 lbs chestnuts, peeled and roasted or three 15-oz cans whole chestnuts, or about ½ lb dried chestnuts, soaked and cooked<br />2 T parsley, chopped<br />2 T lemon juice<br />1 garlic clove, crushed<br />the equivalent of 2 eggs in egg replacer<br />a few fresh whole-wheat breadcrumbs<br />salt and pepper<br />¼ c oil<br />dried breadcrumbs for coating<br /><br />Melt the EB and sauté the onion and celery over moderate heat for 10 minutes until soft but not brown. Transfer to a large bowl. Drain the chestnuts and add to the bowl, mixing then mashing together well.<br /><br />Add the parsley, lemon juice, egg replacer, and garlic.<br /><br />The mixture should be soft but firm enough to form into a roll; add breadcrumbs as necessary, more if you’re using canned chestnuts. Season w/salt and pepper to taste.<br /><br />Preheat oven to 400. Pour a little oil into a roasting pan and put into the oven to heat. <br /><br />Form the chestnut mixture into a roll about 8 inches long, pressing it together carefully, then coat it well with the dried breadcrumbs.<br /><br />Put the roll into the roasting pan and carefully turn it so that it is coated with hot oil. <br /><br />Bake for 45 mins, until it is crisp on the outside, spooning a little more oil over the roll from time to time. Serve cut into slices with delicious gravy/gravies. <br /><br /><br />How about you? Any ideas for alternative holiday meal planning?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4xgGZzof7_1josr-B7T895LXUrSwOAk1sTMNzJiViqQxADjfjjKUILLsIEP9cz8nlJldqXoH3qyB3VANxWYijrQ875vdpzVFKmoe0ncgZAGU3PddUSqjS7URRnbQ5lsjryxfLNsG89qk/s1600-h/CB:SB+(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4xgGZzof7_1josr-B7T895LXUrSwOAk1sTMNzJiViqQxADjfjjKUILLsIEP9cz8nlJldqXoH3qyB3VANxWYijrQ875vdpzVFKmoe0ncgZAGU3PddUSqjS7URRnbQ5lsjryxfLNsG89qk/s320/CB:SB+(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272605954428875714" /></a><br />PS. Check our my girl Corinne with her hubs Steve and their new pig pig pal!<br /><br />Whirled peas,<br />Kriscancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-14894014287515360532008-11-19T10:55:00.001-05:002008-11-19T11:51:08.209-05:00Puppy tooth fairy?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6mMGUFsgWrnpRrDDWA4KAnL4z8QEzR9O4FMkFB4UbhAfrRgVn5ql3iwJj-YvxNf9A7culjUARGUlRhKxdkqQ44eGJs63XkrHtEKD3glaLHHxqdFLDNJWZ7AAqj_LV7kG9GstFYBti8o/s1600-h/Blurry+baby+teeth.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig6mMGUFsgWrnpRrDDWA4KAnL4z8QEzR9O4FMkFB4UbhAfrRgVn5ql3iwJj-YvxNf9A7culjUARGUlRhKxdkqQ44eGJs63XkrHtEKD3glaLHHxqdFLDNJWZ7AAqj_LV7kG9GstFYBti8o/s320/Blurry+baby+teeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270401732920728082" /></a><br />Puppy people!<br /><br />I nearly had a heart attack last night when 2 of Lola's teeth fell out and her mouth started to bleed. I immediately thought EMERGENCY ROOM! My child is dying! Her teeth will choke her as they continue to fall out throughout the night! She has a strange tooth canSer! Oh GODDESS! <br /><br />Brian and Corinne both laughed at me (which I did not appreciate - until I started to laugh at me too). Is this normal? I guess dog babies are like human babies. It's all so new to me. I'm a cat woman. Cats don't lose their teeth or was I just oblivious?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-766g2qQmkkQS76RXgMROfUaEuMVOipn3u0ZA6tproPJy16g-dSjLg2URibf2volZ2QkaVqQirEdrTHdhBtL8pCUWcPto1tBqndcUlbTV0kl9jOrx0tcOvR4YUTqEvY_GnrXox5tOnw/s1600-h/Lola:Carrot.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-766g2qQmkkQS76RXgMROfUaEuMVOipn3u0ZA6tproPJy16g-dSjLg2URibf2volZ2QkaVqQirEdrTHdhBtL8pCUWcPto1tBqndcUlbTV0kl9jOrx0tcOvR4YUTqEvY_GnrXox5tOnw/s320/Lola:Carrot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270401734722193746" /></a><br />I gave her some cool veggies to chew on and she went wild. Carrot and Kale shrapnel everywhere! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbfbYZ_z0L204_CQMIfhB2vt6ZTxvqzx0mIyW9gBCiEWidFxByUvzTCN-lEaem6OPOk2ZeJOF113Y1qthS_i1iZE2I6u3agHIjFwZIvlWv01R7gluytXSzc27w9Go6CLMShVT7ZPkA7As/s1600-h/Lola:Kale.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbfbYZ_z0L204_CQMIfhB2vt6ZTxvqzx0mIyW9gBCiEWidFxByUvzTCN-lEaem6OPOk2ZeJOF113Y1qthS_i1iZE2I6u3agHIjFwZIvlWv01R7gluytXSzc27w9Go6CLMShVT7ZPkA7As/s320/Lola:Kale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270401738293252098" /></a> <br /><br />PS. How many of you are feeding your dogs raw food? How about kibble? We're about to introduce raw and I'm not sure how to do it. Help wise pooch people!<br /><br />Peace and nervous mother,<br />Kriscancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-72852972133085321932008-11-17T08:20:00.000-05:002008-11-17T09:28:09.361-05:00Welcome Lola...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1CgkYQO23l16RRiikOzn_3CTYCqU7cCWlKU1NW9AlT1_olWShl5et73avHetC99EHWDVtMkAgAfiF2XOwSO6wgl-iLkZ1VFF9bfZWQutKEK5lgBbKAySSWC6am0yA-yWFKku-atUUkOQ/s1600-h/DSC_0118s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1CgkYQO23l16RRiikOzn_3CTYCqU7cCWlKU1NW9AlT1_olWShl5et73avHetC99EHWDVtMkAgAfiF2XOwSO6wgl-iLkZ1VFF9bfZWQutKEK5lgBbKAySSWC6am0yA-yWFKku-atUUkOQ/s320/DSC_0118s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269622674869560338" /></a><br />Hello Crazy Sexy Pooch lovers,<br /><br />Well, we finally did it! Brian and I adopted little Lola Rose. She was rescued from a kill shelter down south and given a second chance by the good folks at the Ulster County SPCA. Lola is half leopard dog, half pit bull. She is a wild woman! My child is actually brilliant, we call her Mensa sometimes (house trained her in 3 days), she loves long walks, destroying new toys, cuddling, licking, galloping through our house, pooping in our ferns, playing in leaf piles, getting massages and watching movies (she really watches). She hates The Dog Whisperer. For Shizzle, Lola barks and growls at Caesar. Crap, I love that show! I literally have to turn it off. We DVR Oprah for her instead.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_x5NPBFORr_RFHraPKkqp9OOdUulR9Z9nmUIK1yYTWxhOqIs4dAznCCRrq6XhpPMD4c_sT54Q-NDzxMFhtkPvOACwszWuc-SlZ5jPMWP5ZH7bx1URN5MNsZMx3AehTFPYJqAlBOdCnLc/s1600-h/Going+home(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_x5NPBFORr_RFHraPKkqp9OOdUulR9Z9nmUIK1yYTWxhOqIs4dAznCCRrq6XhpPMD4c_sT54Q-NDzxMFhtkPvOACwszWuc-SlZ5jPMWP5ZH7bx1URN5MNsZMx3AehTFPYJqAlBOdCnLc/s320/Going+home(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269629142833899506" /></a><br />Going home from the shelter... (how frickin' cute is her little freaked out face!?)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSud4IHhThIAl9TaoeB9jktMzsnwv3nw4VGckkG8Ocx8RcvD08ZUQEQyB64PpAoxojNALP4E_jQPS8huR2z6z2fQiz6UwGXMkRqT2uQMuf2AcluLPG62GmRAExLIAVe1bvjDmS5ocna6M/s1600-h/DSC_0176s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSud4IHhThIAl9TaoeB9jktMzsnwv3nw4VGckkG8Ocx8RcvD08ZUQEQyB64PpAoxojNALP4E_jQPS8huR2z6z2fQiz6UwGXMkRqT2uQMuf2AcluLPG62GmRAExLIAVe1bvjDmS5ocna6M/s320/DSC_0176s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269622686696759154" /></a> <br /><br />I think her ears look like Doritos and I need to bite them on an hourly basis. Making fart noise kisses on her belly is another totally satisfying activity. You all were sooo right! I just needed a little time to get over my loss. Nearly 6 months after the love of my life (sorry Brian) Crystal kitty died I was ready to dip my toe in with a little look. PS. Lola also loves to bark and poo on Crystal's grave. WTF? <br /><br />Anyway, so off we went to the shelter(s) - total torture. How do you choose? There were and are so many perfect individuals. It's heart breaking. Brian and I visited every Sunday for 6ish weeks and then one day Lola arrived. End of story. We actually got her 2 weeks ago but with the election and a whirl wind trip to DC, LA, AZ, (ugh, just got back) I decided to wait on blogging about her arrival till my dust settled. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwDA7MPcLDXrw3fMInTR4U2UxrNIW2RLun9zANAJk-WAb-zLeCYQMQx_8NNaBABqMDyktJQwu6BuHuOlgvZjBqwFiJsJUT7ycw1Bu0qx1ff0YhUyE3mZdi6As0bQQR8bhTDJWSm7ZSmM/s1600-h/DSC_0235s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwDA7MPcLDXrw3fMInTR4U2UxrNIW2RLun9zANAJk-WAb-zLeCYQMQx_8NNaBABqMDyktJQwu6BuHuOlgvZjBqwFiJsJUT7ycw1Bu0qx1ff0YhUyE3mZdi6As0bQQR8bhTDJWSm7ZSmM/s320/DSC_0235s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269622692165866066" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjerckSxxbaDyITXaHA8s_RAj0mbCh09a9IPxGQ55l81s-vJdtcgk3qFi4m3EpCT4QIO63yVdnE1LlI5IJhK0QshzijxaiugFRlXigRN8dHtkiw1gAqNonPwdXFPUs6r7gWJd-KMNTlycI/s1600-h/LolaRoseBlue(s).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjerckSxxbaDyITXaHA8s_RAj0mbCh09a9IPxGQ55l81s-vJdtcgk3qFi4m3EpCT4QIO63yVdnE1LlI5IJhK0QshzijxaiugFRlXigRN8dHtkiw1gAqNonPwdXFPUs6r7gWJd-KMNTlycI/s320/LolaRoseBlue(s).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269627290868182066" /></a><br /><br />I love being a mom again! This is our baby album from day one. More to follow of course. Sorry, I could get gross for a while. Lola is way more fun to talk about than alkaline food or canSer. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS9Yag4mb2iXQ843l2iF0HTWBxxmRiSJir59t6gzgwfkDS-O0MJzbIwnV-5uAO_czGdAVslA6DESSHSEzp1ou445b4pSy6GIC-QDJMdJPNHkRNl817wdKf_ux1Knt4BMcfmXqWV-Sk3oM/s1600-h/DSC_0097s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS9Yag4mb2iXQ843l2iF0HTWBxxmRiSJir59t6gzgwfkDS-O0MJzbIwnV-5uAO_czGdAVslA6DESSHSEzp1ou445b4pSy6GIC-QDJMdJPNHkRNl817wdKf_ux1Knt4BMcfmXqWV-Sk3oM/s320/DSC_0097s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269622670027772786" /></a> <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX365yZ6SI6OKF5tfVEX3-WhUH4-2feSHExasRbRlYZ31bBN4Sz7LymPK-o_-76Cw6PKyhYlBSP8-H4LT1mJBAocGOiiGVxD61Jn92NeIpBQjiPBAMNI1TadABF6lx7yoN_PhYq0lihNs/s1600-h/DSC_0222s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX365yZ6SI6OKF5tfVEX3-WhUH4-2feSHExasRbRlYZ31bBN4Sz7LymPK-o_-76Cw6PKyhYlBSP8-H4LT1mJBAocGOiiGVxD61Jn92NeIpBQjiPBAMNI1TadABF6lx7yoN_PhYq0lihNs/s320/DSC_0222s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269622698539239490" /></a><br />She adores attacking brooms and rakes. Who wouldn't?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwHYhqI_L2CGLin7taqv8NNDvG4l7gPxY5QzMyEb4AGm4nYCpIYkmSIYXCLegRLQQ-Gke3SAdDdKW6c_zSKK4uN8TTXjIXAzMA_HHuuHcew0B0sHjKPRzHCtRWmADuTvYW78o97LBFZh8/s1600-h/DSC_0282s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwHYhqI_L2CGLin7taqv8NNDvG4l7gPxY5QzMyEb4AGm4nYCpIYkmSIYXCLegRLQQ-Gke3SAdDdKW6c_zSKK4uN8TTXjIXAzMA_HHuuHcew0B0sHjKPRzHCtRWmADuTvYW78o97LBFZh8/s320/DSC_0282s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269629140665880226" /></a><br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMvPd9KGO0eJtQ54OnNLqJqNyy9oPl_g_l_vUcv5LyxaYTdkbLQg2L4rluymU_pozC4Ro6-PmFBp5mnTAHA4LLTKdlUgo8aQib49eCuNKJpVK1BIcNx9cWfkaCM-isqjAR24q16MH9jQ/s1600-h/DSC_0279s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpMvPd9KGO0eJtQ54OnNLqJqNyy9oPl_g_l_vUcv5LyxaYTdkbLQg2L4rluymU_pozC4Ro6-PmFBp5mnTAHA4LLTKdlUgo8aQib49eCuNKJpVK1BIcNx9cWfkaCM-isqjAR24q16MH9jQ/s320/DSC_0279s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269629136262342082" /></a><br /><br />Peace & poochie,<br />Kcancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-78257034009274722732008-11-05T09:56:00.002-05:002008-11-05T10:34:18.954-05:00YES WE DID!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnrw4IUtMHhCvDV1mSTSsLW4xuz5IB9RAUsb9GjST3eejNHz_UqkTzcIYtoCV2T3PKoJbGtuD5xpVsTT_R5RTY_xM6e0WgOSFkM6ouVZ8rOtIO7tk_duM2nkgu_CjeS3zVdUh9zfhNmyU/s1600-h/15142742.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnrw4IUtMHhCvDV1mSTSsLW4xuz5IB9RAUsb9GjST3eejNHz_UqkTzcIYtoCV2T3PKoJbGtuD5xpVsTT_R5RTY_xM6e0WgOSFkM6ouVZ8rOtIO7tk_duM2nkgu_CjeS3zVdUh9zfhNmyU/s320/15142742.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265195448551175826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQbA2q3ppa-fHINTcxoQ9wjJjr8Lo81V5NgzMn4V0DrtcsT5bzqXCzYTpYJ-5-WIE2CMm1XGgDM_tXrKX-270SMbiFuTc1PzmGwbSuayN5niHP_4Zh5SJTu2agG8wdhL30npVkq_PFH8/s1600-h/20081105_379537_01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZQbA2q3ppa-fHINTcxoQ9wjJjr8Lo81V5NgzMn4V0DrtcsT5bzqXCzYTpYJ-5-WIE2CMm1XGgDM_tXrKX-270SMbiFuTc1PzmGwbSuayN5niHP_4Zh5SJTu2agG8wdhL30npVkq_PFH8/s320/20081105_379537_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265195214136179410" /></a><br />Tomatoes! <br /><br />We did it! Not only did the rainbow of race, age, and creed storm the voting booths in record numbers to elect our very first African American healer-poet, philosopher, peacekeeper, maker of change, but thanks to the extraordinary efforts of animal advocates around the country, 20 million farm animals' lives will improve. <a href="http://www.hsus.org/">Prop 2 was also passed! </a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRogZfzgubmwgYdthYBJFzPmo29gtGej2OnKO30Gcwl-ylyvHpKcrLIzo6thyphenhyphenLV6XTOumJamw_UwRj6eQVF9IAeRN8kHURqpDolUgWpPCGfbc1-0_PfMVl9QMJyUJNj3biV_G05nFch58/s1600-h/400x420_prop2_victory_gray.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRogZfzgubmwgYdthYBJFzPmo29gtGej2OnKO30Gcwl-ylyvHpKcrLIzo6thyphenhyphenLV6XTOumJamw_UwRj6eQVF9IAeRN8kHURqpDolUgWpPCGfbc1-0_PfMVl9QMJyUJNj3biV_G05nFch58/s320/400x420_prop2_victory_gray.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265195207081793170" /></a><br />Is it just me or do you feel empowered again? I woke up whole. I opened my green eyes ready to start a new chapter in my own life. If Obama can do it, what can I do? How far can I go? Where is the ceiling of personal potential or is there one? <br /><br />Peace and tenacity. Love and righteousness. There is no better job than the job that allows us to serve humanity. <br /><br />Right?<br /><br />Wow!<br /><br />How do you feel today friends? Surreal? Cracked wide open, oozing sunshine and honey? Perhaps hung over? I am! Brian and I waited 2 years to drink an amazing bottle of champagne given to us by our Executive Producer at TLC. The card that came with the spirits read "to the start of the revolution". <br /><br />You'd think we would have drank it the night "Crazy Sexy Cancer" aired on national television - a feat that few thought we'd accomplish. "Cancer? On TV? Funny? No one wants to see that, ratings will tank". <br /><br />Yes we can! Yes we did! But still, we did not drink the nectar. Even though it took 5 long years to make and a whole heck of a lot of blood sweat and tears, we knew something bigger was coming. <br /><br />That champagne tasted really sweet, really right and really HEALTHY last night.<br /><br />Peace and pride,<br />Kris<br />xocancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-70576239747183817672008-11-04T08:27:00.000-05:002008-11-04T08:34:09.455-05:00Please watch this important video before you vote today!<object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"><param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" /><param name="flashvars" value="key=8174eb51ba" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=8174eb51ba" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;">See more <a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/natalie_portman">Natalie Portman</a> videos at Funny or Die</div><br /><br />Peace & hope,<br />Kris<br /><br />PS. All you Cali people, don't forget to vote YES for prop 2 today! Also, check out my fabulous friends at Freerange Studios informative <a href="http://uncaged.yesonprop2.com/">video </a>. <br /><br />LOVE u!cancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-17861297360593214182008-11-03T07:39:00.001-05:002008-11-03T08:09:29.569-05:00How and where to vote 101<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJtBu2QaPqmalmYGT3ENb0pAVHZB-Ne3G__0hqgF_Fe-XpJSuQ2tEXgkEzO3jw8lLe05zpjQCEC0MdQ2Y0xhFdhnayhn_PyARKGjN8xMqWk5XM_BGy01lAcECB4RFIUgMXOr5oql6m14/s1600-h/vote.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJtBu2QaPqmalmYGT3ENb0pAVHZB-Ne3G__0hqgF_Fe-XpJSuQ2tEXgkEzO3jw8lLe05zpjQCEC0MdQ2Y0xhFdhnayhn_PyARKGjN8xMqWk5XM_BGy01lAcECB4RFIUgMXOr5oql6m14/s320/vote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264417497936184354" /></a><br />Good Monday!<br /><br />I've got two words for you... One Day! That's all we've got, one day. So here's a concept: let's vote... then <span style="font-style:italic;">volunteer</span>. Contact your local organizers and see how you can help. Drive someone to the polling place who's in need, knock on doors, hand out fliers. And if you live in a swing state like Ohio, North Carolina, Missouri, and Pennsylvania - hustle baby hustle! Here are some voting basics:<br /><br />1. Find your polling place by <a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/mpl?moduleurl=http://maps.google.com/mapfiles/mapplets/elections/2008/us-voter-info/us-voter-info.xml">clicking here</a> or calling 1-866-OUR-VOTE.<br /><br />2. Voter ID laws vary by state, but <span style="font-style:italic;">always bring your ID!</span><br /><br />3. Not on the list? Make sure you're at the right polling place, then demand a provisional ballot.<br /><br />4. If voting by machine with paper record, verify the record is accurate.<br /><br />5. Know your rights when you go to vote: <a href="http://truth.voteforchange.com/">http://truth.voteforchange.com/</a><br /><br />6. Need legal help? Call 1-866-OUR-VOTE.<br /><br />7. Your cell phone camera is a valuable tool for democracy. Record video of any problems and upload to watchdog sites. One of them is <a href="http://videothevote.org">Video The Vote</a>. You can also interview other voters who had problems outside the polling place - as long as you stay the legal distance.<br /><br />Even <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/10/31/oprah-opts-for-early-voti_n_139869.html">Oprah</a> had a hard time at the polls, gang. If you see something fishy, say something. Double, triple check that your vote was counted and that your choice was correct. Let's avoid the Gore debacle at all costs. <br /><br />Good Luck Obama! I'm on Crazy Sexy Pins & Needles!<br /><br />Peace and anxiety,<br /><br />Kriscancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-69259205670229264432008-10-31T09:26:00.004-04:002008-10-31T11:51:58.011-04:00Wassup? Change!Hi Voting Vixens!<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qq8Uc5BFogE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qq8Uc5BFogE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Remember the old Budweiser commercial "Waaaasssuuup?" In case you haven't seen it, here's a hilarious remake for our times... (this is my first embedded video - I feel so techy cool!)<br />Peace & Giggles,<br />Kriscancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-34617629755306412032008-10-28T09:41:00.007-04:002008-10-28T10:38:08.462-04:00VOTE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJHMl3B3WqIyCdTkNLHg0UVXv8chb9MiUip37WGiSha7pG802qdn_KYtrLrWvvz-Tx90apGSuJi1Cdz2tibQCvBl9Ru5fZSWeMjSWZ6fwMi69fy2jHTlBT99lLzo3DOs1lvr_vVjChOuA/s1600-h/RawSpiritObama.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJHMl3B3WqIyCdTkNLHg0UVXv8chb9MiUip37WGiSha7pG802qdn_KYtrLrWvvz-Tx90apGSuJi1Cdz2tibQCvBl9Ru5fZSWeMjSWZ6fwMi69fy2jHTlBT99lLzo3DOs1lvr_vVjChOuA/s320/RawSpiritObama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262200366575928418" /></a><br />Greetings Gorgeous Citizens, <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The part equals the whole</span>. Regular readers know this is a big theme for us here, over at the forum, and more and more on the road with my public appearances. It’s been one of the most exciting and important awakenings for me to uncover the connections between our bodies and our planet – the health of one is inseparable from the health of the other. Yet there’s another essential dimension to this: politics. <br /><br />Many of us glaze over when the topic comes up. What’s it got to do with me? There was a time when I believed this. Politics was abstract, wasn’t something I could hold in my hands. But then I got “sick” (major dot-connecting, wake-up call) AND married a progressive politics junkie! For the first time in my life I started to take another look around me – there’s nothing that hasn’t been molded by the invisible hand of politics. My body (farm, drug, healthcare policy, just for starters), how about the sleeves on my arm? (cotton? Wool? Eco chic bamboo? Trade, labor, and again, farm policy). My computer (how about Defense spending long ago that led to the internet?), even the thoughts I believe are my own (who gets to lease airwaves? what is “decent”? Janet’s boob: no. Bloodbaths: yes? This is all FCC policy). You get the idea. <br /><br />We’re just a week away from one doozy of an election. Every few years we hear, “this is the most important election!” But right now, everyone I know has a gut-wrenching feeling that it’s really true this time. In one cool discussion over at the forum, people were recounting how they voted early with tears of hope and pride in their eyes. There’s something in the air this year, and it’s a beautiful thing. <br /><br />I’ve been swept up in the drama of it all, following the tit for tat soap opera as the kindergarten candidates throw playdoh at each other. Brian and I obsessively check wonky websites with up-to-minute swing state tracking polls displayed in pretty pie charts. Palin’s expensive clothes! Snap! Zogby polls paint Ohio light blue this morning! Snap! It’s exhausting and boy am I ready for a techno-detox.<br /><br />Next Tuesday morning Brian and I will walk a mile down the road to the firehouse and vote. It’s not only a privilege and an honor to vote, it’s our duty to vote <span style="font-style:italic;">smart</span>. We owe it to each other to do our homework. I cringe and get depressed when I see people make these decisions on a “feeling,” or on rumors, gossip or sound bites. I see some uninformed ignoramous on TV and think, “who the hell let him open his yap and how on earth can that jackass’ vote be worth the same as mine?" (maybe even more, since he lives in Florida). This election is expected to see the highest voter participation in generations. This is amazing and yet I am on edge. We’re in a shit pickle no doubt. <br /><br />The two most important issues to me personally are <span style="font-weight:bold;">healthcare</span> and the <span style="font-weight:bold;">environment</span>. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Healthcare</span>, obviously, because of the little box I check next to the words “pre-existing condition.” My COBRA is running out. I won’t bother describing the state of our healthcare system in the US other than to say it’s a despicable, immoral, shameful mess. I believe a decent level of healthcare in a wealthy country is a “basic right.” But Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness just ain’t possible when your premiums and co-pays are going up twenty times faster than your income, and hatchet men in cubicles overpower your doctor and use loopholes to deny care when you need it most. On this issue, Barack Obama gets our vote. His underlying philosophy jives with mine, and his way of going about it makes sense. He sees prevention as a key part of keeping us healthy and coverage affordable. McCain, on the other hand, says he’s all for freedom of choice, but after 30 years of deregulation, we know exactly what that really means: we’re screwed. His little 5K gift (which is only for families, not individuals, and isn't tax-free) ain't gonna get me very far. My COBRA is nearly $700 per month! His plan would leave tens of millions uninsured as the responsibility shifts from employers to workers. It’s based on faith that the market will eventually do the right thing… A concept that’s been discredited in a big way on Wall Street recently.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Environment</span>. This issue is so huge because it is inextricably linked to all others. Beneath the surface of any problem we face, we’ll find environmental causes and solutions. Dealing with global warming seems like a paralyzing challenge because we aren’t often asked to think so big and so far into the future. Politicians, especially, see the world through short-view lenses. During the 2008 Presidential campaign we’ve heard disappointingly little about the environment. But if you look hard enough, you’ll find the rhetoric. On the environment, Obama gets our votes. Both have plans to cut carbon emissions, but Obama’s gets us there quicker. And frankly, overall, the Democratic party has a long history of respecting the environment while Republicans have taken it for granted – even to this day denying a problem at all. Whether we’re talking global warming, endangered species, land use, pollution, I trust Obama has the intelligence, skill, and hopefully the will to lead our world towards an essential paradigm shift. It’s time for us to rely on clean energy to create jobs that both empower our people and respect our precious planet. It’s also time that we make the connection between energy independence and national security.<br /><br />Here’s my environmental policy: <span style="font-style:italic;">Vote with your fork</span>. I think Obama is more likely to help me raise that fork. I think he shares my table manners.<br /><br />Of course, there are many other gravely important issues to worry about. Remember that Iraq War thing? Yep, still going on, to the tune of $10 Billion a month. And speaking of money, there’s the pesky economic armageddon. The damage hit home for me when I checked my account yesterday– one fifth of my life’s savings went up in smoke in just one day last week! Thanks, Deregulation! There’s also the Supreme Court’s affect on Women’s Rights. But hey, what’s politics got to do with me?<br /><br />Meanwhile, Brian’s all bent out of shape about balance of power among the branches of government, wiretapping, Geneva conventions, nuclear proliferation. He explained it on our big dry erase board over tea the other morning. I get it. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ehlbu0O0W0JnmMd34mI25vAVONWbRwdKRQxuiln6FqRy4tPczDQkJi1ELEGWdyNFTv8Pgkp9wQREJFDYZrEQEjLhHdjhX2MZhXDIOVVB40CVyOd3Hj_ICl20L2BCGHUFJWKDKwI2l04/s1600-h/DSC05129.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ehlbu0O0W0JnmMd34mI25vAVONWbRwdKRQxuiln6FqRy4tPczDQkJi1ELEGWdyNFTv8Pgkp9wQREJFDYZrEQEjLhHdjhX2MZhXDIOVVB40CVyOd3Hj_ICl20L2BCGHUFJWKDKwI2l04/s320/DSC05129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262200373240842738" /></a><span style="font-style:italic;">Brian at his personal mecca, Jefferson's Monticello</span><br /><br />We won't give you a bunch of links here. Thanks to Google, it’s never been so easy to be informed. And don’t forget to research your local races, too. Local politics have a huge impact on your day-to-day life. <br /><br />Think about what matters to you, then think about your vision for the planet, your health and the future. And whether you agree with me or not (I still love ya) join us on Tuesday and vote.<br /><br />In Peace,<br />Kris and Briancancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-76185834541282512582008-10-21T09:54:00.001-04:002008-10-21T11:07:06.974-04:00Crazy Sexy Store<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwpuz_hJizdbNGjQD7QdeVjwqvPHcV6u3JH202k18kSd2cKeAK5Xy5NcSDTIDkH1prNu7UNVakQiGj2bafavePjjeJxRt8M1zZM9qPYw3SU2Npsu7COuoYLW5ItZqAa_DXHDkKSeUzkKo/s1600-h/coming_soon_sign2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwpuz_hJizdbNGjQD7QdeVjwqvPHcV6u3JH202k18kSd2cKeAK5Xy5NcSDTIDkH1prNu7UNVakQiGj2bafavePjjeJxRt8M1zZM9qPYw3SU2Npsu7COuoYLW5ItZqAa_DXHDkKSeUzkKo/s320/coming_soon_sign2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259621174456807186" /></a><br />Pretty Parsnips People,<br /><br />After last week's post, I really wanted to follow up with an inspiring philosophical think-fest. But all I can chat about this week is what I'm obsessed with, what I spend most of my waking hours working on...SHOPPING. Huh? In these times of financial Armageddon Kris wants to talk about shopping?!? You betcha'. I don't know about you, but my wallet can fit into a pair of size 2 skinny jeans right now. Snore. Too slim for my tastes. When I buy my food, fun or health-related "must haves," I'm forced to question whether I can go without. For many reasons (social, environmental, financial) this is a crucial exercise. It's ultimately how we streamline our lives and save our pennies for rainy days, important causes or shit-storms. Plus it feels good to reduce, recycle and RENEW. We need it, hot mama earth needs it. Win win. <br /><br />That said, we still require the basics or what I call The Foundationals. Like many of you, I've renovated my closets, my medicine cabinet and my pantry/crisper a thousand times in order to get to the bare bone necessities of my daily practice. <br /><br />Now I need you.<br /><br />We at team Crazy Sexy have been spending the last few months designing a new website and store for you. We've traveled to Expo's, taken seminars, picked the brains of world renowned health ambassadors, tasted yummy treats, yucky treats, helpful - and a few harmful - supplements (I do that experimenting), and slathered our faces, bodies and pits with countless natural potions, and some of us have the pimples to show for it! (PS... Why is a good deodorant so hard to find?) We've basically scoured both the East and West coast in order to find products that we both need and love. <br /><br />Because my standards are so high, I refuse to carry anything that I don't personally use. Plus I'm a Virgo who hates clutter. If I could fit all my possessions in one box I'd be thrilled. Stuff gives me stress. This is no doubt due to the fact that my mother tortured me with throw pillows. You couldn't see the bed! My philosophy: one pillow (sorry mom), one shampoo, one probiotic, one juicer, one yoga mat etc. Plus I don't want a store so big that you get lost or bored. I hate that. Some online shops are great, but after about ten minutes then I want to nap. <br /><br />Since money doesn't grow on trees, we'll be launching our magic shop in tiers. For a product to make our cut it must fall into one of five categories. <br /><br />Diet...Body...Mind...Spirit...Planet<br /><br />Remember my chair metaphor? Good health is like a chair. The diet is the seat while the mind, body, spirit and daily practice are the four legs. When one is off we wobble and/or topple. Of course when we care for our bodies and honor the chair, we inevitably make a positive impact of the planet.<br /><br />Soooo, if all goes well we'll be ready for a "New Year, New You" launch early in '09. Here's what I'm curious about: What do YOU want? What do YOU need? How can I help YOU? <br /><br />Thanks so much gang. I really appreciate your feedback!<br /><br />Peace and (thoughtful) spending,<br /><br />Kris<br /><br />PS: A portion of our proceeds will go towards maintaining our online forum, charity and planting trees. :)cancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-19406446778418345312008-10-13T09:32:00.000-04:002008-10-13T10:11:22.822-04:00Watch Oprah this Tuesday!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0XN5LzMFyegsCnnbCYnDiedEdAabRYmZoIZWiVek1REjsa0b70gqElHGmejws4MNa_XM-cyb2K5qi4FwFMyVHUpsIRhyphenhyphensMvMq2NwMM76KdntMsaIktFT4ygydKjFVOfEtZ36QovBfL5A/s1600-h/factory_farmed_pig.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0XN5LzMFyegsCnnbCYnDiedEdAabRYmZoIZWiVek1REjsa0b70gqElHGmejws4MNa_XM-cyb2K5qi4FwFMyVHUpsIRhyphenhyphensMvMq2NwMM76KdntMsaIktFT4ygydKjFVOfEtZ36QovBfL5A/s320/factory_farmed_pig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256640283680633218" /></a><br />Hi Gang o' Movers & Change Makers!<br /><br />Please take time to watch <a href="http://www.oprah.com/index">Oprah</a> tomorrow and let's have an open discussion about the show here. <br /><br />If you love animals, the planet and YOUR health as much as I do then you will not want to miss this episode. Oprah is covering "How We Treat the Animals We Eat." Check out the trailer for <a href="http://www.oprah.com/index">Tuesday's show</a>. Lady O has been taking on some big animal rights issues lately. Amen, hip shake! If you caught her episode on Puppy Mills you know what I mean. That episode made a huge impact on the treatment and well-being of man's best friend. Let's hope this episode does the same for farm animals. <br /><br />In the coming weeks I'll be blogging about <a href="http://yesonprop2.com/">Proposition 2</a>. For all you Californian's, by voting YES for Prop 2, you have the divine opportunity to kick off the cascade of better living conditions for the many victims of factory farms across the country. As we know, California is a powerful trend-setter when it comes to progressive laws. So tell "The Terminator" to Terminate unlivable conditions for our farm friends. <br /><br />Of course NO cage is the best cage, and VEGAN is my choice hands down, but this is a good first step. So please start to educate yourselves on this important issue.<br /><br />Also, check out this Op Ed piece on Prop 2 from <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/09/opinion/09thu3.html?_r=1&oref=slogin">The New York Times</a>. Wonderfully written.<br /><br />Join me tomorrow and watch Oprah. I'll be blog chatting about the episode as soon as I get home from work (sorta late as I have a long day). Can't wait to hear what you think friends. Let's gab! <br /><br />Peace and Fur,<br /><br />Kriscancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764485029612119391.post-19284429571131618792008-10-07T10:49:00.001-04:002008-10-07T11:52:41.798-04:00Kripalu!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBuUPBJRlufMeMEw2EfuY2w7y-LChPWCWzSuPK_z_FJ7uUH8a4OlzA3q2iq7JJjqe8825SYD57T9ePRCEp5DkbdnX2-B8lUAvvUA3x_iVhDgM98uZzxmVd82p0tbqFhsQHzQN6OfVo3MI/s1600-h/Kripalu+Sign.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBuUPBJRlufMeMEw2EfuY2w7y-LChPWCWzSuPK_z_FJ7uUH8a4OlzA3q2iq7JJjqe8825SYD57T9ePRCEp5DkbdnX2-B8lUAvvUA3x_iVhDgM98uZzxmVd82p0tbqFhsQHzQN6OfVo3MI/s320/Kripalu+Sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254436211003278402" /></a><br />Hiya sweet taters!<br /><br />Ahhhhh, the Berkshires. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Wgi32XvWSTaflIpDMQrDUKkjtDvc_tLH6mJYh_CDrkxx9ln70jylSbxfny1vsyokdVBUqtpEvy8wC50m7CBHo9TbsuVwd7y_tOFQa7OG9AV4KLs6RgRkDurN00UdPEspsXaQFPVRuZM/s1600-h/DSCN0586.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Wgi32XvWSTaflIpDMQrDUKkjtDvc_tLH6mJYh_CDrkxx9ln70jylSbxfny1vsyokdVBUqtpEvy8wC50m7CBHo9TbsuVwd7y_tOFQa7OG9AV4KLs6RgRkDurN00UdPEspsXaQFPVRuZM/s320/DSCN0586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254436215342312434" /></a><br /><br />Kripalu was by far the BEST retreat we have done. I swear, I am still HIGH. Like, Cheech and Chong high, just without the plants. I am HIGH on LOVE. <br /><br />Nearly 60 of us came together to live, LAUGH and learn.<br />As always I taught my nutrition and creative writing classes (it was sooo COOL. They gave me a Madonna mic! Took everything in my power to stop myself from re-creating the Blonde Ambition Tour). <br /><br />Terri lead our powerful healing circle and closing ceremony. I swear I could listen to her "manifest, visualize, create" chat 500 times. Our newest team member, Sandhi spun chakras wide open with a yoga and Hula class. Sweat and so many smiles exploded all over the place. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi-034WdkmTBi5v3mM-ZzE7OuPfPLAKhU7nSeyFgw-ggYuivWcSsBSpjgLIDD5OqSGl3NkCPmHquWhysmXGEb3f6OJ0YIbWTWzCX70s4t3C5sK6sTD8SY1YQ_L3LAG7I7hRSIXsM6ENBs/s1600-h/Hula.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi-034WdkmTBi5v3mM-ZzE7OuPfPLAKhU7nSeyFgw-ggYuivWcSsBSpjgLIDD5OqSGl3NkCPmHquWhysmXGEb3f6OJ0YIbWTWzCX70s4t3C5sK6sTD8SY1YQ_L3LAG7I7hRSIXsM6ENBs/s320/Hula.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254436230336496178" /></a><br /><br />Folks pushed through fear with such grace. They bonded effortlessly and made life-long friendships. The abundance of generosity that flowed from this group was nothing short of Divine. Quite simply, we witnessed compassion in action and YEEHAW it was INSPIRING! <br /><br />Recently, my personal journey to health has brought me to some interesting new places. It's been really fun (and spooky) to spend more time on the emotional aspects of recovery, and I was excited to bring my new revelations to the group. Wow did it strike a beautiful chord. Thanks for being so open folks! It's clear that the mental chow demands equal space. So often I focus solely on the food. I guess it's easy to forget how many feelings I gorge. Yet, stinkin' thinkin' is just as toxic as a Big Mac. In fact, acid thoughts create acid in the body. That's right, negative crapola effects your delicate pH balance! Healthy chow and healthy THOUGHTS create healthy cells. <br /><br />Thankfully, a new and powerful healer friend of mine is gently encouraging me to clean my emotional cubbies - you know, the nooks and crannies in the body that store sad old gunk. <br /><br /><br />Below is a group pix from hug fest '08. Unfortunately we had to cancel future retreats for now as some big new opportunities have finally arrived. Welcome! <br />We'll definitely continue our NYC meetups and are even brainstorming a national posse tour. That's right, we'll come to YOU. Details to follow.... xo <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCtNPqO5PmDURgX98KHiPfiNud7631DxVyur7MkV8hTnhqFRQW9Lv1BhYr7p0PvY7hKVCCd6hUnU6KWtgRYLIlEEooUIhwTL3i1bomK2njUNigsWLCz6JxTkj2RSsYw_M17vDOIvz6qmY/s1600-h/Kripalu-Group.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCtNPqO5PmDURgX98KHiPfiNud7631DxVyur7MkV8hTnhqFRQW9Lv1BhYr7p0PvY7hKVCCd6hUnU6KWtgRYLIlEEooUIhwTL3i1bomK2njUNigsWLCz6JxTkj2RSsYw_M17vDOIvz6qmY/s320/Kripalu-Group.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254436227953509362" /></a><br /><br />Peace and calm,<br />Kris<br /><br />PS. Did I mention that we even had a few fellas this time?! Brave dudes surrounded by dozens of Crazy Sexy women. Smart guys.cancer cowgirl xohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06088020736998633803noreply@blogger.com