burgers and brew

Katy with the best popcorn in the world

Brandon and me

I hate that my phone doesn't have a flash, but in this picture I was actually glad because I look way too sad to be seen very clearly. I am sad to be leaving my boys and Square Burger. Tonight while drinking a little brew with the best popcorn in the world sitting in front of me, Tammy and I got the opportunity in the world to chat with Craig for a change. He was out of the kitchen for a change and standing by the taps talking to us.

We came up with a game plan to keep Craig, Brandon, and Gnoc in our lives. We're going to open up a Bare Burger in Santa Fe and then the Strip Burger in Evergreen, Colorado. You know, while I type those names I'm thinking you may be getting the wrong impression about those names. It's not people that will be bare, but the burgers, and the strip has nothing to do with lack of clothing, but the kind of street it would be on.

So, as Tammy and I make our way westward we're taking Square Burger with us. There's just no reason to be without the best food in the world or the people responsible for putting it here. I love you guys, and I'm not going where I can't take you with me. Brandon's just waiting for me to give him a big check that will actually not bounce. There's just too much money out there to not land in the appropriate hands that can make this venture of ours possible. Really, what else does Bill Gates have to do anyway??

Strip Burger

Nathan with a sweet potato fry that escaped

I went to Square Burger for the first time in a million years last night. God knows I got plenty of grief from the owner, Brandon Horrocks, for not being as regular as I once was. The truth is that I still see Brandon on a regular basis, but just haven't bellied up to the bar like I used to until last night. A friend of mine from Colorado came into town and there was nothing else we could do but go to Square Burger. He'd read enough about the place in my blogs. It was a must, so Larry and I, along with Tammy, bellied up to the bar in Square Burger last night.

Nothing like a Square Burger pickle



So, the first thing I had to do was introduce Larry to Square Burger crack, better known as popcorn, as only Craig and Gnoc can make it. After finishing off several bowls of that, he had to test drive the fried pickles. They must've been to his liking because he ordered another batch along with the sweet potato fries.

Sweet potato fries

Brandon (left) and Larry (right)

Now you're just going to have to take my word for it when I tell you that the above picture shows Brandon and Larry talking to each other because it's hard for me to even decipher their identities. No flash on the phone camera and that's as good as it gets that late at night.

So, the topic of conversation was that Brandon contends that Larry is the reason I'm moving away from McKinney. I have told Brandon from the beginning that it's not true. I do not move for men, any man. And, now I'm not moving back to Colorado. I'm stopping first in Santa Fe for a tour, and I don't know how long that adventure will last there. However, that being said, it proves that I am not moving because of Larry. I am moving because it's the right next step for me. It was Larry however, who spent 3.25 hours at $450/hour consulting fee, telling me why I was making a mistake by choosing Santa Fe over Evergreen, CO. (Good thing I wasn't paying....) The conclusion my boys came to was that I really was moving because of Larry because number one, I was protesting too much, and two, because according to Larry you can track the switch in my blogs from writing about McKinney to Colorado right after he'd sent me a picture of Evergreen.

What's the truth? The truth is that I'm making my decisions according to how I feel. Right now it feels right to move to Santa Fe with Tammy and begin what we consider to be the first of our healing facilities. Our intention is to eventually land in Evergreen, but right now the energy takes us to Santa Fe.

The other truth is that I will miss Brandon and Square Burger and everyone else there so very much. Brandon's made a home for me there at the bar. Brandon has become one of my dearest friends who I love very much. It's always a better day for having seen him and hugged him. Since June 14th this year I've looked forward to seeing his face and wrapping my arms around him every single day.

 

So, Brandon, just so you know, wherever I go I take my memories of you with me. You are part of my family, and there will hardly be a day that goes by that I won't think of you and wish I was sitting at your bar. Larry wants a Strip Burger in Evergreen.Since there's no square and only a strip in that town, that's the name of the restaurant he wants to put together with you and Craig and my big check I hand over to him to get that party started. See, Brandon, I'm not leaving you; I'm taking you with me.

a little brew

Spairies and Sparinas

I talked with my shaman today. He's recently moved to the San Diego area, and he had heard I was moving back to Colorado. He told me not to make any major decisions or plans right now. He said the energy shifts are crazy, and I'll be rearranging my life all over again as soon as I decide to do something.

Yep, already happened. Moved my studio to the spa thinking that I was closing that up and focusing on doing only energy work. So, here I am in the back room throwing out everything I hadn't touched since moving here, purging supplies and paperwork, and just feeling such great relief to get rid of all that excess weight. And then I got a phone call...my agent got me a very big commission that should take me weeks. Well, there you go... So, instead of boxing up the remainder of the supplies, I'm setting up shop with less inventory. I'll be working late at nights and on weekends when clients are not being seen by any of us here.

The other major turning point here at RejuveNation LifeSpa is that three practitioners up and left this week. There were seven and now it's down to the four of us who do practical magic together. We're like Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman with their aunts in the kitchen stirring the pot. And afterwards, there's the winding down...

Dr. Alyssa, the head Sparina, also known as the Spa Ballerina

Dr. Alyssa is not only my daughter, but also the chiropractor and the mastermind behind the operations here. She's taught me so much about how great the fun can be while working. I used to work in her dad's chiropractic office, and I guarantee you there was never any live music, sex talks, or alcohol. But, since I was the one who first brought in the band while Alyssa was in Houston, I guess I should get credit for that genius moment.

sign behind the front desk

The Gratitude Cafe is the front room of the spa. It has tin ceilings, wooden flooring, one brick wall, and a huge front desk that spans the width of the room. This is where we have live music, sex talks with margaritas, and celebrations of all kinds. On August 13th, we're having a ribbon cutting with the Chamber of Commerce and then our open house with wine and appetizers. And, of course there will be beer.

Now, back to today... We girls were pow wowing in the Gratitude Cafe as only we can, putting together marketing strategies, events, and game plans of all kinds.

Here are the Spairies (otherwise known as spa fairies) Cindy Goldman on the left and Tammy Davis on the right.

Their brain cells are firing at top speed. Do you just love the fact that they're barefoot?

Cindy Goldman teaches yoga, operates tuning forks with the greatest of ease during sound therapy, and also does neuro-integration that changes the brain synapses so old patterns can be altered. Let me just say that I have used that service a whole lot and plan on doing it again and again and again. My brain needs lots of pattern altering. Just sayin'...

Tammy Davis is the woman with the potions. She does aromatherapy and concocts all kinds of magic in little bottles. The coolest thing that I've played with is her libido juice, as I call it, or sex in a bottle. The magic works like this. A woman puts on a couple of drops and walks around with it on, and the man who is most attracted to her will follow her anywhere. All other men won't even notice. I tried it, and it worked so well. Let's just say I was pleased with everyone's reactions, including those who weren't affected at all. It was a fascinating experiment. Tammy also is a life coach. Now, that's just been a gift from heaven dropped in my lap. I've pummelled her with questions that are crazy-making, and she's very quick to get to the meat of the matter and stop the crazy before it becomes mayor in my little town that resides between my ears.

And then there's me, the newest edition to the Sparinas and Spairies. I do energy work with the craziest thing ever -- energy. Yep, energy. I know a person's getting ready to set an appointment because I fill up with an energy that gets ready for them, and by the time they arrive for their appointment, it's bursting from my seams. Easy as that. I fill up and then out it flows once we're in the room together. Crazy, crazy, crazy... It heals, removes blockages that prevent people from doing what they want, clarifies purpose, balances male and female energies, and envelopes all in peace. I may be whipped after a session, but let me tell you, I feel good. I feel really good.

Me taking a picture of my name on the window

Nax Nok is an Indian tribal term for supernatural power, or she who makes magic happen. I got the name when a friend of mine and I were touring the American Indian Museum in NYC. He came across the name in an exhibit and insisted I use it. I'm a firm believer in signs, and everything that led up to that made me know that he was onto something.

So, now you know what happened today in our world of intrigue and magic and supernatural power. We love what we do, and love sharing it with others. Helping people feel better in every way is our greatest reward. There's nothing like hearing a story of how our work has changed lives. It's unmistakeably magic, and I can't wait to wake up in the morning and do it again.

signs

Friday afternoon I was driving down Louisiana when I saw a sign. Now, I've driven and walked down Louisiana more times than I could ever count, and have never, not once, seen this sign, but I did last Friday.

Right after seeing this sign, I ran into a man I'd been involved with, but hadn't seen in months. He got into the vehicle I was driving, and I drove to a parking lot where we could talk. We hugged and kissed and cried over our sadness in how the relationship had turned out. He had chosen to cut me out of his life because I didn't want what he wanted. We could no longer even be friends. It was over. Totally. Finally, and sadly over. I was sad to lose a dear friend, and he was sad to lose a lover.

Saturday morning I had to pick up my daughter at her friend's house. As I parked the car across the street from his house, I noticed a sign in the neighbor's yard that read: "Protected by Smith," and just hours later I was out with my daughter's friend's father talking until 2 in the morning about everything from flying small aircraft to how a man can open up a woman with his eyes. He got to show me that last one.

We kissed and hugged and touched for the next three hours. It was the most rapturous experience imaginable, that is until I had a vision of this man I'm fond of in Colorado pop into my head. And, at that point I was having difficulty not calling my date by another's name. 

The next day the friend's father texted me, and when I hit the reply button, it wouldn't respond. I hit it three more times and it went directly to texts I'd received from my friend in Colorado.

Now, by this time I'm looking at all the synchronicities of how this Colorado man has popped up at all the most interesting times. You see, his last name is Smith. And, on Facebook a friend of mine posted this tidbit of information: one definition of 'smith' is: 'one who makes or effects anything' ..... 'effect' being the key word here, and I responded with: Effect -- the power to influence a result.

Hm, my events with some absolutely wonderful kissable men came to abrupt halts after seeing Smith signs, and not just the ones posted outside buildings, but also the inability to reply to the man I had been kissing on for three hours, and instead get sent to Mr. Smith's texts. What????

And now, I'm looking at the time and realizing that the three-hour-kiss-fest man was supposed to call me about an hour ago, and he hasn't. How can he? I'm writing about being secured and protected by Smith.