The Big Lug

As you may or may not know I do yoga. I try to go as often as possible to my gym’s 6am yoga class. “As often as possible” usually means once during the week and on Sunday. There are three teachers at my gym and I like them all pretty well, but I like the two women that teach more than the man that teaches, mainly because he is a bit of a ball buster and I don’t think ball busting and yoga go together too well. But other than the ball busting I think he’s generally an ok guy.
So Friday classes are usually taught by one of the women I like, but she lives by the river and if you’ve been watching the news you know that my town is flooding. Well our house isn’t flooded and actually if I just went from home to work to home again everyday without watching the news or reading the paper, I may not even know it’s flooded in town. So we’re safe, but many of the people whose homes flooded in 2005 are facing damage again, which really sucks and makes me feel bad for them.
So anyway – the woman I like wasn’t teaching class today, the ballbuster guy was. And his classes are usually pretty tough. But today we did this one pose where you go into warrior III and one person pulls your wrists and another pulls your ankle. So ballbuster guy pulled my wrists and this other guy in the class I’ve never met before pulled my ankle. Which was weird because he could see the bottom of my foot and I kept thinking that I hadn’t had a pedicure in forever and this is really personal space, etc. But I was generally ok with it. It was a nice little exercise. Then we switched and I had to pull on the stranger guy’s ankle. And he was really sweaty. And I understand because like I said, Ball Buster’s classes are hard. So I wasn’t offended, but I didn’t want to slip and send him flying into ball buster guy. Then when we were done with one of his ankles he handed me a towel and said “I know I’m sweating.” Which made me feel bad because he seemed embarassed. Then we tried to do peacock which I suck at. So I said to mr. Ballbuster “I can’t do peacock” and he pointed out that it was hard for women to do because they have to get their breasts out of the way. Great. So all-in-all it was a strange and uncomfortable morning.
There is my ridiculous story for you on this, the eve of the long holiday weekend.

I just wanted to post something – anything – because I haven’t been posting lately.
Hello blogosphere – I am stuck in my house and my office doing work.
I am not complaining because I love this house so far. (Okay, so maybe I’m complaining a little.) My routine lately is I go to work early and come home late, then I cook dinner or try to do something to the house. We are making progress – a wall exists where none did before, and some wallpaper has been taken down. Each night I try to do something crafty – like work on my cross stitch or knit a little or – if i’m too tired I’ve been reading. I am looking forward to a time in this house when my couch will be where it belongs, when I can stop wiping the dirt off the walls from the lady that lived here before us (very nice lady, but obviously a dirtball), and when I will actually sleep in the master bedroom. Ah – that should all come together sometime around 2008. I have enjoyed discovering that Mr. Lug is obsessed with a short lawn. I think he’s mowed the grass 3 times in 2 weeks. I think this is a good thing and that soon, you will be able to practice putting in our back yard.
I’ve also been spending time looking forward to Kate and Alex’s wedding which I will be leaving for in a week! Kate and I will be getting some body polishing action at a spa in Taos. I have never been to a spa. I want to win the lottery and have money to start going to the spa on a regular basis where they will put hot stones on my back and polish me up like a shiny nickel.

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