12.04.08
when life stinks is getting around
Dec 1 – The Writer’s Life (v-log)www.thewriterslife.blogspot.com
Dec 2 – Blogcritics (interview)
Beyond the Books (interview)
Dec 3 -Bookopolis (review)
Dec 4 – 1st Page (book spotlight)
Dec 5 – Bookopolis (interview)
www.thestorybehindthebook.wordpress.com (guest post)
Dec 8 – Zensanity (interview)
Dec 9 – Literature Chick (review)
www.bookexcerpts.wordpress.com (book spotlight)
Dec 10 – Scribe Vibe (guest post) www.scribevibe.blogspot.com
Dec 11 – The Book Connection (guest post) www.thebookconnection.blogspot.com
(interview) www.rebecca2007.wordpress.com
Dec 12 – American Chronicle (interview) www.americanchronicle.com
Dec 15 – The Book Rack (book review) www.thebookrack.wordpress.com
(book review) www.cindylovesbooks.blogspot.com
Cindy Loves Books (interview) www.cindylovesbooks.blogspot.com
Dec 16 – (book trailer spotlight) www.bookvideos.wordpress.com
Dec 17 – The Book Czar (review) www.thebookczar.blogspot.com
Dec 18 – The Printed Page (review) http://printedpage.us/
Dec 19 – The Printed Page (interview; book giveaway) http://printedpage.us/
Dec 22 – Divine Caroline (interview) www.divinecaroline.com
Dec 23 – Boomer Chick (guest post) www.overthehillchick.blogspot.com
11.15.08
When Life Stinks
When life stinks…
10.19.08
College roommates should not die
i just celebrated my 44th bday. today i attended the memorial service of a college friend. dave died in his sleep, which is the way to go, but not yet. not yet.
When Life Stinks
I’m having Pump Up Your Book Promotions do a blog tour or a virtual book tour for When Life Stinks, It’s Time to Wash the Gym Clothes. I’ll let you know how it goes. I’m learning a lot and that is my goal. To meet fun people and sell some books is a goal too. I also have to do 50 pushups this weekend. And jog for 20 minutes. Boot camp begins….. boot camp for sissies like me anyway.
05.23.08
Joy and Nia
Joy. It’s not just a Christmasy thing. It’s not just a name (although every Joy I have ever met does the name proud). It’s not just a dishwashing liquid. Joy, according to my thesaurus, is delight, happiness, pleasure, enjoyment, bliss, ecstasy, elation, and thrill.
Being a word nerd, I feel the last four words are closer to my interpretation. Joy is more than simple happiness. Joy has that wow factor, when you feel all is right in your world. It’s a taste of heaven on earth, a glimpse of personal paradise. When your heart is at peace, despite extraneous circumstances, that’s joy.
Joy is personal, yet universal. Joy is distinctly mine, yet I want to share it. What brings me joy may be not the same for you, yet we can feed off each other’s joy. We can help one another find his and her own joy.
Writing this column and connecting with readers ranks high among my joys, and has been the catalyst leading to other joys. Different speaking programs have led to unexpected connections and new joys. I even do a workshop now on finding your joy.
Feeling joy and a quest to maintain a state of joy brought me to a new form of exercise. Who wudda thunk it? Any exercise for me is technically “new,” as the only physical activity I get is carrying laundry up and down two flights of stairs.
I’ve joined a Nia class. Nia (an acronym for neuromuscular integrative action or non-impact aerobics) has been around for over twenty years, but is not a common offering in my area. What appeals to me is the “no pain, all gain” theory, and the focus is on the joy of movement.
Nia is a mind-body-spirit fitness practice that incorporates three martial arts, three dance arts, and three healing arts (T’ai Chi, Tae Kwon Do, Aikido, Jazz, Modern Dance, Duncan Dance, Yoga, Moshé Feldenkrais and Alexander Technique). The class has music and an instructor, yet there is not a too-skinny 26-year-old blonde in a curve-hugging leotard yelling, “Hold that squeeze.”
With Nia, I am outside dancing in the grass barefoot, feeling the peace and energy, and still working up a sweat. Nia is recognized as an innovative and safe cardiovascular exercise program. It’s also fun. I like looking up at the trees and sky, and hearing the fountain gurgle and the birds twitter. It’s all part of the whole experience.
The philosophy is “through movement we find health.” Now that I’ve achieved a certain age (and it is an achievement), I think more about health issues. Nia also supports the Pleasure Principle: “If it feels good, keep doing it; if it hurts, stop.” That mentality is right up my alley.
No skills or coordination are required, thank goodness. Clothing is whatever floats your boat. The instructor wears flouncy Nia pants. One classmate wears jeans. It is not a hot-bod competition or a spandex fashion show.
Long-distance runners will tell you that a natural high can be achieved through running or physical activity. It’s the mind-body-spirit connection saying, “Thanks, I needed that.” I’m not a runner or any kind of athlete. To find a fitness program that accepts me for who I am and wants to empower me to achieve physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional well-being, that gives me joy. The joy of movement.
{Write Kelly at this paper or kel_epperson@yahoo.com or PO Box 2324, Loves Park, IL 61131. To learn about Nia, visit www.nianow.com. To learn about Kelly, her book, and her workshops, see www. kellyepperson.com.}
03.10.08
smart car!
I have a new crush. This time though, it’s not on a person. I’m not a material girl, but I admit an attraction to items that are sparkly, glittery, or pink. I still love twinkle lights, chandeliers, and anything with dangling beads, (and Ewan McGregor, who, for the record, is not sparkly, glittery, or pink.)
My crush this time is very unusual for me. I’ve fallen for a car. Never overly concerned with how I get from Point A to Point B, being excited about what I drive is a new experience. Yes, the phrase “midlife crisis” comes to mind. A car cannot make me younger, but it can make me smart.
Let me clarify. I have a smart car. That’s not a typo, the name is all lowercase. When we lived in France, we saw smart cars all over Europe. Fuel-efficient and able to park in tight places, they make sense there. Here? Time will tell. In the land of SUVs and monster trucks, the smart car is, in a word, tiny. It’s so cute it’s downright huggable. (My salesboy was cute and huggable too, but I digress.)
Smarts are in 36 countries around the world, and just arrived for sale in the US in January. There are 72 smart centers nationwide, but you can’t just walk in and buy a car. The pre-order wait list is about nine months. I was on a “second chance” list through the closest dealership, which is in Chicagoland. Someone who had pre-ordered had a change in circumstance, and because I was not picky on options or color (there is no pink), I bumped up to the head of the list.
I got what I wanted. It’s white, with leather heated seats and a premium sound system. That’s all a girl needs, warm buns and music to crank. Being the mom of two teenage boys who lug around guitars, bowling balls and football pads, this car is not practical. And it’s only a 2-seater, the smartfortwo passion coupe. Most of the time, it will be my smart for one.
The smart car is the invention of Swatch (I used to have several Swatch watches) and Mercedes-Benz (I used to have several Mercedes convertibles). Well, okay, I used to want a Mercedes convertible. Smarts in the states are electronically limited to a top speed of 90 mph. I got it up to 85 with no vibrations. (Just trying it out, Officer.)
I think the car qualifies as a business expense. Every presentation I give, I show photos of smart cars and a model smart. Now I have the real thing to show people. I should get an endorsement deal. The US smarts are 8.8 feet long, 5.1 feet tall and 5.1 feet wide. It is so roomy inside that you don’t feel like you are in a dinky car until you notice someone pointing at you or snapping a picture with their camera phone. My older son is six feet tall and has plenty of leg and head room.
The gas tank holds ten gallons and it should get about forty miles to the gallon. Long road trips can happen, as long as I pack light; cargo room is limited. Smart touts all the safety features, and I do feel safe in it. Again, time will tell. Smarts are made in smartville in Hambach, France, along the border of Germany. I can’t go back to Europe, but I can have a piece of it here. Ah, the joie de vivre!
11.05.07
Get to Know Me
Rockford Register Star, November 4, 2007
10.29.07
My Two Cents (plus the quarter I found in the laundry)
Picking a user name should not be so difficult. Most forms of Kelly were taken, including kellykellykelly, kellybelly, and extremelyfrustratedkelly.
I’m beta testing (that’s a fun phrase) this blogging thing. Some people go through life like it’s a test run. That actually might be a great idea.