Monthly Archives: November 2011

Bethenny Frankel

I am absolutely guilty of being a total hypocrite. Yes, you heard it first here. Yesterday as I was out early walking my dog through the streets of Beverly Hills you will never guess who I bumped into: Bethenny Frankel my absolute and total best friend in my head. I’ve been having a twitter relationship with BF (Bethenny Frankel or my Best Friend, whatever you want to use) ever since I read her book “A Place of Yes”. I even went to the taping of her pilot produced by Ellen (I have some connections in LA) and I even went so far as to give her hubby Jason a card to her from me. Of course she is yet to retweet any of my tweets or even acknowledge my existence but I just love her rise to success and the grace with which she has done it.

So there I was, not exactly looking my best. It was early morning, I was walking my dog, I’ve put on a few pounds, my skin is the worst it’s been in years AND I was makeup free, I was in tracky daks (work out pants), a big baggy jumper (sweatshirt) with a rats nest of knots in my hair I had an appointment to get rid of the next day and there she was, looking fresh, breezy, beautiful, skinny and oh so Bethenny!…

A True Godsend

Sometimes you can’t help but feel protected and guided. I have come to trust my path, good times and bad, secure in the knowledge that as long as I follow my heart and purpose then everything will be exactly as it should be. There’s no bad times, just better times ahead. Diamonds are formed under pressure and anything challenging is a gem in the making.

So rewind to January of this year, with barely a cent to my name, an insane neighbor who had taken my car without permission, trashed it and refused to take responsibility for it, and me having to work one of the crappiest jobs I have ever had in my life. Well, at the time I thought I had scraped the bottom of the barrel but that was before, a few short months later, I had my arm elbow deep in a stranger’s toilet scrubbing their crap away, still secure that this was meant to be but begging God to rescue me……but that’s a story for another day.

So there I am, in the middle of an extremely and unusually cold and rainy LA winter, getting up at 4 am to ride a push bike (on loan from a friend) and take 2 bus rides (which in and of itself is a scary thing to do in LA) for a $10 an hour job with one of the world’s most miserable and nasty bosses.…