And for dessert...

now those of you who know me, are probally aware that i can out blush anyone... and tonight was no different.

David and Mum took me out for dinner for creating Davids website for the store. www.djgallery.co.nz dinner was lovely, i let loose long enough to consume a glass of wine. being that im one glass wonder the rest of this story will come as no surprise.

our lovely (and very cute) waiter Robert had been waiting on our every need all evening. (much to my delight) when it came time for dessert i enquired about the chiefs special which was a crisp apple soup. he explained in his fantastic Dutch accent that it was quiet a nice desert which came with a horny parfait. my heart stopped. "a what?" i spat out. he smiled and said "a horny parfait"... now convinced that i was hearing things... i instantly started radiating huge amounts of heat from the neck up... not knowing if it was the wine, or the lack of excitment in my life in the passed months i loudly exclaimed "a what?".... "a horny parfait" he replied as loudly as i had questioned him. obviously now quiet uncomfortable at the situation... he started to make a buzzy bee motion with his hands, flapping at his sides. my mother, now in hestirics, exclaimed "honey, kelly he means honey!"

i could have died. i think poor robert did... as he muttered something about crappy english and walked off to put in the order.

for the rest of the evening... he called me "honey" at every oppotunity, and everytime he did... i got about 2 inches shorter...

needless to say i thoughly enjoyed my crisp apple soup with my horny parfait.

love and pixie dust...

from this side of things...

so here it is. my two week take on going back to canada.
the nerves of buying my appartment in vancouver have gone. everytime i close my eyes i can see my new home and am just excited as hell about it. ive decided to try living by myself first off, and making the second bedroom into my yoga room. where i can work out of part of the time. (thats the plan anyway)

i taught yesterday, and lets just say... i really enjoyed it. its cool to hear a woman with diabetes tell you that for the first time in 3 years last week (after her first full day workshop with me) she actually started to get her sense of smell back. now im not saying i did that. but i think the yoga that we did helped the process along. its given me that boost of confidance that i needed to start Pura Luna upon my return.

my Permiant Recidancy hasnt come though yet. and to tell you the truth im not sure when its going to come. obviously nothing in my life can get started (with work and house anyway) until that comes though... so im hoping its not too far now. or we could be going to plan F. yes ... you guessed what plan F is.

i watched a movie last night that had the quote in it "the railroad between venice and vienna across the alps was built before there was a train that could run on it". I feel like im relentlessly building my track. im well aware that i have not sited the train as of yet. but i know its coming baby! its definatly coming. not sure if its steam, desil, electric, or will run on water. but its defnatly coming... and ill be damed if the tracks not finished by the time it gets there.

so ladies and gentleman. im on a mission. to greatness. not the fame, and riches that most of todays society determine greatness as being. (well just enough riches to pay the mortgage :o) but to greatness never the less.
as as two weeks closes into one. im saddened to be leaving my family... and aprehensive about the future. but dam it! life is too short for fear!

im stepping back... ready for the running jump off the clif in front of me, taking a deep breath and...

im in love...

yip, my friends its true, im totally in love. with John Galt. who is john galt you say? well its the dreamy ever illusive, comepletly sexy (in my head anyway) main character in my book. Atlas Shrugged. and before you start your mind to wonder, yes... its true... i have no love life of my own and have to resort to a 1200 page book for my day dreaming.

ok... so now you have stopped laughing ill be alittle more realistic.

its 3 weeks till i return to Canada. not sure if it will be vancouver or toronto first off... it all depends on that little peice of paper called a perminant recidancy. but im all packed and ready to ship my stuff. nervous as hell about buying an appartment. (but also stupidly excited about the thought of having my own home) mainly becuase i dont have any work lined up as yet and pura luna is still too young to finantially hold me up 100%. but hopefully that will come though when i get there and start pounding the pavement in my most charming way.

ive had fun in auckland. i feel that my friendships with smart and toni are as strong now as they have ever been. they are both the kind of people where no matter what changes, weddings, babies, houses, your love for each other dosnt.

my workshop in nelson is happening on sunday. nervous as hell about that too! but excited at the same time. i have 7 people including my aunty. which i think is pretty good!

mum has been in better spirits since ive come back to blenheim as well. she helped me with my workshop workbook today, i actually dragged her away from the ironing. (10 points to me!) we cracked up everytime she had to pronounce something in sanskrit or some obsure disease that standing on your head is good for. we are planning on playing mini golf soon, and going though my trunk of baby clothes to decide what im taking to vancouver (oh i know what your saying... and yes... i intend on having a child someday. can you imagine? a mini kelly!)

OK... so with all that in mind.
sweet dreams my possums.

love and pixie dust.

hold on to your hat and pants.

well the last couple of days have been fun, interesting and kinda scary at the same time.
lots going on in the world of this pixie at the moment and its hard to find that balance between going at it full throtle, and going back to bed because its just all to hard!

going though all my stuff to get ready to move back to canada is full of memories, and has been a great lesson in "non attachement". its funny the things that im really attached to though. like the small tool set my aunty gave me as my first house warming present.

i have also aquired a new trunk to add to my now collection of two! it was owned by a P.N Issac who was a wing commander in WWII. and was with him on his trip from auckland - london on the ruahine. pretty cool eh?

now back to moving to canada, now that its alittle under a month till i return im feeling alittle scared, very excited, and alittle anxious. (i can tell because ive been craving chocolate and gingernut biscuits). my dad has embarked on this adventure with me and is helping me to buy my first appartment (i know... roots!). so i spend a good part of my week looking at appartments in vancouver sent to me by my real estate agent, and tripple confirming that there will be no more "hidden" costs with my mortgage broker.

as for going back to costa rica any time soon its kinda up in the air. im craving to have some work that can take my mind of my bills for a while. as the bill department in the next 6 months is only going to get worse.

im ready to send out my book proposal to agents in north america but do you think i can get one of those 2006 agents in amercia books? ah... no. try a 2 week wait and $52 later (for a $20 book) looks like unless i can bribe a friend to go and take notes for me. im going to have to wait till i get back to canada.

and last but not least my workshops, well nelson looks like it might happen, which is great. but blenheims looks like it might have to be cancelled. but hey! its a learning curve right? and i have already learnt alot. alittle bummed that i wont be able to have them go ahead, i have nothing else to do but keep going and planning the next one which will be in vancouver.

oh well... love and pixie dust everyone!