Keeping it Funky

I am moving into my place this week. The bumper stickers for this city say "keep it funky" and I like that. In fact, I feel a little funky. Brass MONKEY!! That funky monkey...
Bear with me, as I have been up all night painting for Olivia's 8th birthday present. I made her this picture to match her room of a glowing sunset over the ocean. And now I am wiped out. Shit.
I am also smellin' a little funky. Ew. Anyways, I think I will take a little nappy-poo and be ready for the gaggle of rowdy eight year olds when they arrive from school in a few hours.
Two nights ago Paula came down to visit me and we had such a wonderful goddess day/night. Fresh mexican food with live music, ocean views and sunset with champagne and a cuban cigar, drinks at the Lodge in Torrey Pines back in the woods, converstions with these two great energy healing men, more cuban cigars, breakfast at Le Petite Calypso and coffee in large flowery mugs, and I never want a cigar again....j/k. But THREE? G-ross. We all shared, but still...
It was really cool to get some woman-time in with such a great lady. I went down to the ocean after she left and meditated for awhile and picked up stones and thought about my mom. She's always picking up cool stones. I thought about how this is where I want to be, this place glowing with moonstones on the beach and everyone says hi when they pass on the beach. Where women pick up cool stones and smile and show eachother what they've found. She'd like it here. Where there are enough waves and the surfers are mellow. I felt humbled and small and connected there, just a speck of sand. Funky sand.