Calling for volunteers

Not for a trip to hell as the cartoon might imply but rather to "hot" yoga. This Christmas Ian gave me a gift of 15 sessions at my favorite yoga studio and I am looking for volunteers to go with me in the first month or two until I get back into the routine of going.

I love yoga and I am really looking forward to getting back to it but right now I am pretty out of shape and I fear that I will get lazy and stop going. I am planning on going three times per week and ideally, I would be looking at either a Tuesday or Thursday night (7pm - 8:30pm) and then on Saturday and Sunday mornings (either the 8am or the 10am classes). In return for going with me, I would treat you to a beverage afterwards and the beautiful thing is that there are a ton of great bars and restaurants right by the yoga studio. Right across the parking lot is the Egg & I restaurant - great for brunch on the weekends, and within a block is the Herkimer, the VFW, and the BLB.

And trust me, you'll be thirsty afterwards. This is Bikram Yoga so it is 90 minutes of hard work in a room set at 105 degrees and 60+% humidity.

You can find more information at the website: http://www.bikramyogamn.com/

Purple

I have no photo but let me just assure you that what was just a pink/red bruise on Sunday is a lovely purple and yellow today. Very attractive.

Happily it doesn't hurt too much anymore so for all of you who worried that I might have broken a rib, it seems that wasn't the case.

Ow.

So this piece of 2x4 flew off of this table saw and hit me in the ribs. If you have never had a 2x4 hit you, let me just tell you...it hurts like bloody hell...and it is really scary.

I didn't want to expose any more of myself but here is half of the bruise--the rest angles up. Ouch, that is all I have to say.

I was working on my laundry room storage project and was cutting lumber for that and I think I was getting tired and careless. I decided the gods were trying to tell me that maybe I had done enough on the basement for a day. Here's my thing though, while the board only hit me in the ribs, my entire torso hurts and I've been exhausted ever since. I think maybe I tensed up at being struck and then crashed after the initial adrenalin rush.

I am lucky that it hit me flat rather than with the pointy end.

Happy Birthday to Me!

With the exception of the missing parking card, it's been a good day so far!

Margaret was the first person to call and sing happy birthday to me, then the Chad-Tara-Noah-Ellie-Caleb clan called with a rousing rendition, then Ken and Mary Jo...I'm still waiting on Greg but the day is young.

Ian was the perfect husband--made coffee and breakfast and brought it up to me as I was getting ready, tidied up the house, assisted in Schnuffy's drug regimen, and then went out and cleaned the egg mess off my car (I forgot to mention that the wretched houligans had also egged my car). He's so sweet!

AAAarrghh!

For the love of God! They broke into my car again...and Ian's...and again, I have to admit that to call it breaking in is a bit overly dramatic because it appears I left both cars unlocked (what can I say, I am slow and I did not learn my lesson the last time).

So I noticed it yesterday morning as I was leaving for work and I was pretty annoyed. I drove Ian's car yesterday and realized that they took the Garmin which really annoyed me (they didn't take the Garmin charger which is probably going to annoy somebody - ha!), and then as I drove my car to work this morning it dawned on my that they took the little card I need to get into my parking garage at work.

I just don't get these guys...last time they took the owner's manual for my car and I still cannot figure out why they would have any interest in that. This time they take my parking card...what, do the little hoodlums go to school at the U and want to park in the 19th Avenue Ramp?

The police came to the house last night to fill out a report and it was a little embarrassing to admit that I didn't really know when the "break in" happened. Ian was out of town for the entire holiday weekend and I hadn't left the house from Thursday at about 6:30am until Monday morning when I left for work. They probably were thinking that I was some crazy hermit lady.

While we were talking with the police, one of our neighbors walked by and asked if we were missing some CDs, because he had noticed a pile of them on the corner across the street. Sure enough, they were ours. So it seems that the little thugs stole our CDs but then upon closer inspection decided that our taste in music was so bad that they would just ditch them. Nice.