OK, it’s Monday. Brain’s working a little slowly this first day of the work week. Let’s have some mindless fun.

This weekend, I dined at The Californian, a top-rated restaurant at the Hyatt Regency Resort & Spa in Huntington Beach. For dessert, we had a medley of sorbets that are made fresh right there in their kitchen under the creative direction of Chef Adam Navidi, who came up with an astonishing mixture of flavors and colors that day.

My favorite was the Strawberry Pink Peppercorn Sorbet. It looks pleasing and sweet, but has a surprisingly smooth bite to it. As I was giving this exact description to my dinner companions, I realized that I had just described myself. To a tee.

So if you’ll allow me a Barbara Walters moment, the queen of inane questions (“If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?”), I’d like to ask you something equally philosophical:

What flavor of ice cream best describes your personality? I used to think I was chocolate with a peppermint stripe, but I’ve met my soul mate in Strawberry Pink Peppercorn Sorbet: sweet, but with a bite.

You’re probably wondering what ice cream has to do with Body Beautiful, right?  Nothing, really. It’s just silly fun. And that’s the beauty of it.

Have you seen the movie “Happy Feet”? It’s a cute, animated film about penguins. They talk, they dance, they sing. Not entirely realistic, but a nice escape for a few hours. Well, in this movie, a penguin’s mission in life is to find his or her heart song, that one piece of music that captures the essence of who they are, that empowers them and later will help them attract the perfect mate. It got me thinking: Do I have a heart song?

Hmmmm . . . YES, I do! It’s called, “Don’t need you to tell me I’m pretty” by Samantha Mumba. Maybe you’ve heard of it, maybe not. I don’t think it was in the Top 40. I don’t remember it being played on the radio, anyway. It was one of those filler songs on her CD, I think. Anyway, this song REALLY does it for me! It’s about loving who you are, respecting yourself and not needing anyone’s approval to feel beautiful from the inside out. When I was going through my divorce, I listened to this song first thing every morning for almost an entire year, and I’m telling you, it buoyed my spirit and repaired my shattered self-confidence. It saved me a TON of money in therapy, for sure. Here is the chorus:

“Don’t need you to tell me I’m pretty to make me feel beautiful. Don’t need you to make me strong cuz I’m strong on my own. Doesn’t come from outside, this beauty I know. Comes from inside my soul.”

Now imagine these words put to music and sung with the soulful vocal stylings of Samantha Mumba . . . it’s a POWERFUL, goose-pimply message for all women. It’s my heart song.

What is your heart song? Come on . . . think, think! What song out there truly empowers you? Give us the title and name of the artist, and if you feel like sharing, tell us why this song really does it for you.

I didn’t get much response to my Earth Day Blog. Making the world more beautiful one recycled can at a time doesn’t appear to be sexy enough of a topic. So let’s get back to what’s really important and talk about men. My question to you is: Do you think women should pursue men? I don’t. Never have, never will. And it could explain why I’m single at the moment.

I believe that if a man is interested in a woman, he will do whatever it takes to date her, to ignite the undeniable chemistry – even call when he says he’s going to. (Imagine that!) I know this because I had a man fly over 2,000 miles once just to tell me he loved me in person. This same man called me every day while I was away at graduate school and sent cards to me almost as often. He let me know in no uncertain terms that he was crazy about me – and it felt great to be romanced. We later married, had babies – and divorced. But that’s another story for another day.

My point is, if a man likes you, just relax and be patient. He will let you know soon enough. If he’s not interested in you, then why would you spend so much energy trying to get his attention? If the chemistry isn’t there for him, all your phone calls, e-mails, homemade cookies and giveaway sex aren’t going to manufacture feelings for you that were never there to begin with.

Of course, if you’re looking for a quick fling, that’s another topic entirely. But don’t you deserve better? As much as some women say that they can have sex like a man – bing, bang and be done with it – I believe women would rather be adored and loved than humped and dumped. Nailed and bailed. Screwed and spewed. _____ and chucked. (I’ll let you fill in the blank.)

I know it’s old news, but if you haven’t read “He’s Just Not That Into You” by Greg Behrendt, you really need to. The message is timeless. This book gives women the green light to go out and enjoy your life, have fun with friends, pursue your passions, find your purpose, instead of sitting around waiting for some clueless guy to call. (Rumor has it that most men hate this book because they've lost a lot of FREE sex now that women better understand their behaviors.)

You want a man – a REAL man? Then let him be a man. Let him come after what he wants. If you like him, flirt a little. Do that eye thing that I’ve never been able to do. And then hit a movie with a girlfriend. If the feelings are mutual (and they absolutely NEED to be mutual if it’s going to work), you’ll be sitting in a dark theater next to him before long.

Yesterday, I did something I’ve never done before. I laid face-down on the beach in Laguna, arms outstretched, along with about 10 other prostrate people, including my own children, and gave the earth a great big hug. (Think snow angels, but in reverse and in the sand.) A local photographer was there to capture the moment that looked a little bit odd, I’m sure, to curious passersby out for a Sunday stroll.

In case you missed it, yesterday was Earth Day and this little demonstration organized by HelpBlueWater.com was our way of telling Mother Earth how much we appreciate her and her beautiful ocean. The activists who make up HelpBlueWater.com are all artists who are trying to raise awareness for the preservation of what they call “our town’s most cherished resource – the ocean.” They spread their message mostly through music festivals and concerts.

I’m one-quarter Iroquois Indian (my paternal grandmother was full-blooded Indian and lived on our reservation in Wisconsin) and I’d like to think that my participation in Earth Day yesterday made my ancestors proud in some small way.

But it got me thinking: I really don’t do enough at home to help conserve our precious resources, such as water and energy (http://earthday.gov/athome.htm#water). I take long, hot showers, I don’t recycle, I leave lights on in rooms, I sometimes let the water run while brushing my teeth, I rinse dishes instead of scraping them. All bad habits that I grew up with in an unenlightened home that I am now passing on to my children.

In other words, I’m living for today instead of for my children’s tomorrow. Time to make some changes. How about you? Do you “think green?” What small changes can you make or have you already made in your daily life to help keep our planet beautiful?

I’m a tennis player (club level) and I’ve had my share of memorable wins and losses in the last 25-plus years I’ve been playing. But by far, the most memorable tennis moment was when my mixed-doubles partner, a man I didn’t really know outside the white lines of the court, stepped over the line one day and asked me if I wanted to play doubles with him again . . . in the nude! Excuse me?? I mean, my forehand was embarrassing enough, I couldn’t imagine the added humiliation of playing without any clothes on. I politely declined, mumbling something about my then-husband not being much of a tennis player. And then I immediately requested a new mixed-doubles partner.

I’m familiar with most of the tennis clubs in Orange County, and to this day, I always wondered where, exactly, do people whack balls around in the nude? Well, I recently found out. It’s a place called Mystic Oaks, Orange County’s only nudist camp, located off Ortega Highway in the Cleveland National Forest – somewhere deep into the forest, I’d imagine (Google it. Their website isn't available.) After serving the exhibitionist needs of the county since the early 1930s (raw statistics unavailable), Mystic Oaks is closing up shop. The 80-year-old owner (don’t worry, I won’t provide a photo link) says that membership just isn’t what it used to be. Not enough exposure, I guess.

OK, enough with the obvious puns. But I am a little bothered by the closing of this nudist camp because it begs the question: Where are these homeless nudists now going to live? If you’ve been living for about 60 years without wearing clothes, think about how difficult the adjustment would be – especially in fashion-conscious Orange County. Are we ready to wrap our arms -- and blankets -- around these people and take them in? I’d hate to see them wandering the streets . . . I mean I’d REALLY HATE TO SEE THEM wandering the streets! Most distressing of all, where on earth are they going to find any court time?

The time has come to champion a new cause: "Help the homeless nudists of Orange County!" Any ideas on where we should help them relocate?