Sorry Dog, I’ve Just Got to Hula Hoop.

Sorry Dog, I’ve Just Got to Hula Hoop.

On the way to Hooper Park this morning, I realized there is something about my hula hoop that makes me feel stronger. Even when I just walk around with it on my shoulder. It kind of makes me feel like saying, “Don’t mess with me, I’ve got a hula hoop.”

I get to the park and I start hooping and have a great time, and towards the end of my workout there is a guy who starts playing soccer with his dog. It was cute and looked like fun and I thought “Oh I wish I could have a dog to come play with me.” But people I like to hula hoop. Do you know how hard that is to get your dog to do that with you, or to even understand that the hula hoop is going to come back around and will hit them in the head?

I’ve just got to tell them, “Sorry dog, don’t mess with me, I’ve got a hula hoop.”

What do you have?


Audience of One, Please.


Audience of One, Please.

I went back to Hooper Park today and this time I had a bit of an audience. I’m actually not so sure I had any kind of audience, but sometimes, because I love attention, it makes me feel good to think that I do have an audience even if I don’t. (Some folks were out eating lunch so maybe I did.)

Anyway, I am not looking at them intentionally, trying to pretend that I don’t think that they are watching me. “And I think, oh yay, I can entertain them while they eat.” Anyway, I started warming up, and two minutes or so into my workout, in the midst of doing a whirl or a twirl or something, (actually, I think it was barrel roll grapevine looking things) I step on my own two feet and I bit it. Tumbled right to the ground, leaves all over me. Dead grass in my hair. Skinned up my knee. I get up. Not a single person has noticed me.

And man, that just made me laugh. Ultimately, I hoop for me.

What do you hoop for?

I’ve Fallen in Love All Over Again.


Today I fell in love with my shadow. It looked gorgeous. Simply gorgeous.

I took my hoop to the grassy spot in front of Freddies. (It might be a park. I looked for a sign that said the name of the park, but I couldn’t find one, so I declare this grassy spot in front of Freddies on 28th and Weidler shall forever be called Hooper Park says the Queen.)

So I was at Hooper Park and it was  beautiful day. Awesome, freakin perfect Fall day. The sun was shining and my hoop looked so good against the autumn colors. And I just felt fantastic.

There is something about being inside of my hoop.  I always try to find the right words to explain it. I saw this documentary called Happy. You must see it. Anyway some smart guy talked about our “flow” that we all have a flow, that flow is the thing that comes naturally. There are so many different types of flow that it’s impossible to determine all of them, but what is interesting to think is how necessary flow is in our lives. A huge factor into our levels of happiness.

Not everyday is a flow day. Two days I got up and took my hoop and I didn’t feel the flow, but isn’t it wonderful when you do? Hooping is my flow. One of them.

What makes you flow? What’s your flow? Do you know your flow? Howdy-Ho.

Where Am I Going and Do I Need my Hoop? Part 2

Where am  I going and do I need my hula hoop? I don’t know, and yes.

I had a few friends make it through the separation (separation between me and the hooping business that is).

From top to bottom. JaMochaMocha, PrettyMocha, LooLoo twins, and the weighted water hoop, H2O.

These five hula hoops can tell you some stories about me. All the nights, mornings, afternoons I spent with them. And the festivals. The many festivals. Oh, they could tell you about all the things I had planned for my them.  I used to lay awake at night and imagine all the things I could do with these hula hoops. I have notes upon notes, diagrams after diagrams, words, thoughts, prayers, visions. I wanted (and I’ll be honest, a little bit inside of me still kind of wants) the hooping empire.

But everything all the sudden seemed so hard. I was confused. I no longer had a goal or destination. I was a conductor of freight train, had no idea how to run the train, and just had no idea where I was going, and I was dead broke.

Plus and this is a big one – my one stress reliever had become my job.

Anyway, the moral of this blog is, relationships are hard. Even sometimes hooping relationships.

How is your hoop relationship? Is it mad at you?

Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire.

Liar, Liar Pants on Fire.

When I was on the streets selling hoops to minors and their moms, I had sort of exaggerated my story a bit.  Hey, man, a girls gotta make a dime. But I would say, “It’s an amazing exercise (true), I’ve lost weight (true) at least thirty pounds (ummm, really?)

Today while working out, I realized that I now have a perfect opportunity to find out if I am liar. Since my year long sabbatical away from the hoop I have gained about thirty pounds. Coincidence, I think not! (right? right?) For about the last week I have been doing an old workout that I had created for a class (you can call it ‘class’ if maybe one student showed up right?)  Anyway, it is so hard. Am I crazy? No wonder hardly anyone came to class.

What do you think? Do you think I am a liar?

What’s your Scenario?


It has been about a year since I realized I had to put my business down to sleep, take it to the vet and ask the vet nicely to please give the drugs so my business can die. And that ladies and gentlemen is a very hard decision to come to.

Owning a business is hard and I can tell you a list of reasons why. Mostly, it’s stressful. It all boils down to money, and worrying about money is stressful. I was breaking out in hives, having panic attacks, feeling lethargic, sad, elated and then, ultimately, crazy. Sometimes when I start to think about how stressed I got owning hooptomyloo, I can feel my chest tighten and my breath quicken. I’ve had to take some time away to try and understand what hooping really means to me.

So, my sabbatical is coming to an end. I am slowly peeking my head out of the hole I burrowed myself in.  I’m still not sure yet what will come of my hooping, but, I do know it’s here to stay. What do they say about the things you love, set it free and if it returns then it was meant to be. I always thought that was a load of horse shit, but hey, works in this scenario.

Whats your scenario?

Stop Shoulding.

I have gotten into the habit of shoulding myself. That’s right. I should myself way too much.  I have no idea why people even want to be around me because I am shoulding all over the place.  It’s time it stopped.

I caught myself the other day shoulding. I was having coffee with a good friend and I said out loud, “I should be making hula hoops.” As soon as I said it, I thought, “Did I just really say that out loud? That is very craptastic.”

Yes, my shoulding has become craptastic. I am shoulding my friends away. And what good does shoulding do? If I say “I should be making hula hoops” and I still choose to have coffee with a friend why am I wasting the energy on even saying should. It’s not going to change. I made my decision to have coffee and I was doing it. But still I let part of my brain be in another world of shoulds instead of in the moment.

I am challenging myself to cut should out of my vocabulary.  I am going to try my hardest to never should myself again.

How often do you should?