Abs!

Yes, as in abdominal muscles.

Not only does one look great in a bikini when they have strong abs, but having strong abs actually has legitimate health benefits.

Strong abs= better posture, stronger legs, better breathing, aided digestion, excellent poos, lowered risk of heart disease and cancer, extra protection during athletic activities, back support, and general life happiness.

Yes, the general life happiness may come from having sick abs, but it still sounds good to me.

So, I have decided to add a daily ab regimen to my yoga practice! You can check out my hot bod in a few months.

Navasana (as demonstrated by teddy above)
&
bicycle style sit ups

I challenge you to do it too!

dyslexia or fruedian interpretation?

So, the other day I was at the gym and I saw this on my way out.

But, to me, it reads "Hug Sale". Before I even have time to think, I think "Wow! That's so nice, they're having a hug sale. I need some of those".

So, my question is: Can I not read?
OR
Do I need hugs?

Yes, I do mix up my right and my left, often. Very very often.

I am also accepting donations in the form of hugs at this time.

Birth Day Conundrum

So, today is Jason's birthday. But officially it's not until tomorrow. Not tomorrow as in March 1st, but tomorrow as in February 29th. Wait, but there is no February 29th!

This presents a problem. One much larger than the mere problem of people annoyingly asking upon receipt of this knowledge "Oh, so like...you're only 6 years old?" Ha ha, like he's never heard that one before. (Don't feel bad if you've ever said that to him, I definitely said it when we first met, it's impossible not to).

Anyway, the much bigger problem is when to celebrate the birthday.

Apparently, Jason grew up celebrating it on March 1st. The rationale being that his birthday is the day after February 28th, thus March 1. However, this seems absurd to me! Following this rule, his birthday is displaced to another month. He is no longer a February birthday person, now his birthday resides in March. Weird.

The other option, which I would prefer, is to celebrate the birthday on February 28th. This way his birthday remains the last day of February and we still honor the birthday month rules.

Am I right or am I right?

I guess this isn't such a bad problem to have, considering that every four years when we actually do get a February 29th, the birthday becomes that much more special.

So, maybe we really should just celebrate on the actual day, February 29th, thus making Jason only 7 years old at this time and making me, yes, married to a child.

I want...

I think part of Santosha is not wanting things or coveting thy things of others. But sometimes I can't help myself.

I want a hula hoop. I want to hoop.

I want to feel like a little girl again.

Carefree, I think little girls feel carefree, right?

Afternoon Delight

62 degrees. sunny. air.

I do love those rare February days in NC, before the spring pollen sets in and before winter is even over, when you get to experience the delight of a perfection.

I think its the surprise element that I love. You think: February, cold, dark, blah.

But not today. SURPRISE!

So we sat out side all day and drank things. We started with a delicious coffee platter pictured here:

Now, it's about time to move on to a different beverage of the colder more fizzy variety, which I won't name for fear of getting in trouble with my sponsors. I'll let you guess...

Perhaps a fire at sunset? Yes, please!

And yes, that's a trailer in the background.

TGIF

I feel like such a slave to the five day work week. I think about Friday, a lot. And when Friday comes, it's the best day ever! When it goes, I sit teeming with anticipation for the next Friday. But why? Before I worked a "real" job, I didn't think about Friday like that.

Consequently, Monday has also taken on it's own feeling as well. One of dread and terror. And, whats even sadder is what Monday has done to Sunday. Monday's cloudy shadow has turned Sunday into a day of ruminating over the imminence of Monday.
Again, before I was chasing five day work week, I really didn't care at all.



I know, I know. Some people don't have jobs. Some people would kill for my job. Some people...

Maybe, I'd like a little cheese with my whine.

I want to change this. I want to value all the days and what they bring. I want to appreciate the day, hour, minute or whatever, even if I'm working, hanging out, vacationing, running, eating, having sex, sleeping, yoga-ing, arguing, laughing or crying. Every day has to have some meaning to extract from it, right?

All days should get to feel like Friday.

I'm sorry Monday, I didn't mean to be like that. You have value and importance too.
I promise to be better.

Snow Days

A few weeks ago, we had 3 consecutive snow days followed by a 2 hour delay. That's a lot for NC. I mean, a lot. Everything shut down for a minute. We were "snowed in". Literally. My car was stuck at the bottom of the driveway and it was awesome! We drank wine, watched movies, cuddled, made vegetarian chili in the crock pot, we even had an impromptu dance party. And, despite what most people say about eventually getting tired of being in the house and wanting to get out or being worried about eventually having to make the days up, blah blah blah, cabin fever never set in for me.

But, as with all things good, it had to come to an end. The snow melted and we all had to go back to doing normal things like, I don't know, work.

It's just not fair! Why do I have to go to work?!

Now, all I can think about are snow days. If there is a slight chill in the air or talk of any kind of precipitation, I'm lusting for snow days. Oh, that feeling of excitement, the spontaneity of all things being cancelled.

Now, I'm going to go check the weather channel...

A girl can dream, right?