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Current Mood: “eh”
Music: A City in the North by Tara Jane O’Neil

Hopefully not to bite me hard in the ass.
I’ve been bored lately…realizing only after sleeping after 4 in the morning (practially everyday almost) that I may still have residual existential angst festering inside me. God when is this period gonna come??!! **looks up into the sky** God, let the mother ‘effer come already!!!
So I’ve posted on some of the discussion groups. One of of which begs the question, “rate the person above you for looks”. And because I am the biggest glutton for punishment, I dared put myself out there. Yeah it’s a stupid thing to do, but my brain as of late, has been downsized into the size of a pistachio nut (am still looking where my dignity went).
One of the surprising things I have gotten so far is to be compared to one pseudo-porn Pinay actress. I’m sure they weren’t referring anything close as far as the body was concerned. I am still aiming for the buns-of-yoga (as opposed to the buns-of-yogurt). However MOTK says I already own them **squees, dies and floats to heaven** (oh get your head out of the gutter! He hasn’t seen my bare bottom…he just comments when we do “warrior 2″)
So if I get a passing 5, I’ll be a happy camper…and I’ll never post on that thread again.

Current Mood: Ecstatic (to show off my new skeelz to MOTK’s class tonight)
Music: All Because of You by U2

After an entire week of sunshine, So Cal finally receives some drizzle (fo shizzle). Am not one to complain (yeah right…I whine like its a hobby), but the damn rain has to go.
I took my first 8:30 class since December 2005 at a different studio last night. Was surprised to learn that the tattoo adorned teacher I wanted to learn from had fled the Triad coop as well (will ask MOTK if he’s teaching at Shakti as well…this is just to instigate some professional jealousy).
I do have a new favortie teacher though. One who has blown me away with her craft and artistry. Yes, it’s a HOUSEketeer first…a woman intructor.
Her name is Anahatha who hails from NY just like MM. She is beeeeee-yoooooo-tiful. She reminds me on an Indian princess. Plus she’s chummy and charming, but oh she moans with delirious frenzy. Yes, I said it, she “moans”. There’s so many “mmmmmmmms” and “aaaaaaaaaaaahs” in between instruction that I found myself looking up to see if her toes were curling. I love her though and I’m glad I can take her class, hopefully alternating between her and MOTK weekly. We practiced to Norah Jones and Billie Holiday and it was so frickin’ awesome. Just the kind of class I want.
I love you MOTK, but she is a far greater teacher… I also hope you don’t get to read this. See you later at Bikram class Bioooootch.

Oh and here he is; MOTK that is. (Squee):

And “no” Curly, these aren’t “Hammer” pants. He wears pajama bottoms all the time. So does that mean it’s ok for me to show up with a see-through baby doll negligee? Maaaaaaaaaaybe NOT!

Whoa, I’m on a roll (3rd post of the day!!!). Even when I’ve deprived my brain of valuable oxygen **gets whoozy**, I’m still typing away.
What is it with disheveled hair and the scuffy look that makes a tall dark and handsome guy so uber “mcsteamy”?

So Drew Lachey won…I had to hand over a box of tissues to my husband during Stacy Kiebler’s elimination. If I were Stace, I’d take this as a blessing in disguise. Why would you want a funky looking disco ball trophy next to your WWE belt anyway? She’s too darn pretty for this crappola…and I’m not really sure Drew now thinks bagging this thing is good for his career. It’s a darn high fall from being a boy band appendage to pathetic ballroom dancer wannabe. Hmm…having to pick between these two accomplishmets is like deciding which lung should collapse.

Current Mood: temporarily disabled (right shoulder is semi-injured)
Music: I’ll be there by Weekend Players

My whole weekend was spent nurturing my relationship with…a bottle of merlot. And because I was temporarily in the thought provoking mood, I got to think about things I have to eschew for the next few weeks. God give me strength.

Fags:

No, I’m not homobophic. In fact, I need a gay friend of my own. I hear they make good “best friends”. So if you think I’m not too much of a galoot, hit me up (you have to be gay though). I’ll be your friend.
What I’m referring to are the evil sticks we call…yosis aka cigarettes. Fags are the british slang for the dreaded cancer sticks. My cousin has been “gone” for over a month now, I think it’s time to stop the pity party and have her be proud of me and give up these things again.

Diversify (as far as yoga instructors are concerned):

I have been truly spoiled by two of my favorite teachers that I have stagnated…I love them both but it’s time for me to up the ante a bit. Though the wobbly bits are gone, I am determined to get these arms and legs totally even more toned and ready for kicking ass…Besides, I’d like one of these fools to miss me…even just a little (it’s a blatant shout out to MOTK).

Caffeine Addiction:

I have been saturating myself with mocha coffee for the past month and a half and I’m starting to build a dependency on them. Plus, since I am a BUM, it’s not financially pragmatic to be spending on things I can do without. Yoga I can’t, caffeine I can…

I’m not a big fan of felines, but seeing this pic made me turn into a big puddle of goo.
Besides, my master owns 2.

Current Mood: semi-inebriated
Music: A Message by Coldplay

Actually, I’m ok with being a stay-at-home mom
It’s chaotic here enough; being behind the desk is like counting sheep than compared to tending over a household gone amuck. I do miss having the company of chatty co-workers and bonding with vendors and customers. Being an avid fan of “The Office, makes me pine for the reckless milieu, that is - The World of The Employed.
If I decide to go back to clocking in hours, I’d want these few job oppurtunites to be available to me:

Hugh Laurie’s Cane Sitter:

I’d probably offer my assistance for free since it is for fuck sake, Hugh Laurie.
Cane sitting for him is the closest I can get to fondling…er, caring for something important to his role as Dr. House. Without that cane, House would just be an insufferable SOB sans the limp. Oooooor, maybe he can use ME as his cane. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm **drools**

A Zombie Extra:

I am a professional at this feat. I practially give my body only 3 hours of rest everyday, and I practically ACT and LOOK like one the day after. Foundation and blush sure do come in handy.

Pimp:

Now, I don’t know why this came up but I’d probably get more respect from more men and women for being a mama san. It’s the closest thing I can get someone to call me, “Madame”.

Shen Balancer:

To steal from Dr. House in Season 1 (Love Hurts), “What is a shen and why is it lopsided?”
Besides, it sounds like a lot less work …

MOTK’s Assistant:

Scratch that. Sexetary is more like it.

Current Mood: Out of own mind
Music: Body and Soul by Billie Holiday

So basically I’m just trippin…more like lactic acid overdose. I am so frickin’ sore from eyelash to big toe.
We had a most interesting workout with MM (real identity withheld for reasons unknown) today. I couldn’t figure out if we were all trying to do ballet (sans the tutus and leotards) or performing yoga poses. Thus my coordination was tested…and have failed miserably so. This is why I didn’t bother pursuing dance…or sports for that matter.

Why is this pic here? Thought it was just funny, that’s all **gong**

So I had an interesting afternoon.
Right after Mattie’s class dismissal, we rushed off to Albertsons to purchase groceries (consisting of juice, juice and more juice…and of course two nights supply of Spam…hey, we’re Pacific Islanders…we love this shit).
As I jetted out of there, toting Maia on my hip, and Matthieu pushing the cart, an elderly Chinese lady walked up to me and chirps with the strongest accent, “Can yoo doo meh a favoh?”
And since I’m a little slow with witty comebacks, I automatically replied, “Sure, what can I help you with?”.
“Can yooh take meh to mah hohm?”
I blinked…and squinted; my tourettes almost acted up, “What the fuck lady??!!”. Instead, I nodded.
She immediately ensconced herself into the front passenger seat with her groceries and left me speechless while praying under my breath, “oh please let this woman be a good person and not be some gun toting psychopath”.
Mattie was most happy to meet a new friend. He was already thinking I was taking this lady home with us. Maia on the other hand didn’t give a rats ass as to what was happening around her and continued to scream bloody murder after pitching her bottle out of the window.
But then I came to thinking, “she really sounds sweet”. Moreover, she couldn’t stop bowing…hands in prayer and all. How can you reject such a sweet soul?
She gave me directions and I hoped and prayed I didn’t get us lost. I didn’t want her to think “I” was the gun toting psychopath. I wouldn’t have wanted her to jump and roll out of the car while I was driving.
She kept on thanking me…with Mattie echoing every word she said and Maia screaming for James (her scraggly stuffed animal).
I felt comfortable after 2 minutes and told her it was not a big deal that I take her.
“I also have a mother, and I’d want someone to help her if she needed help too”.
I was beaming all the way to her apartment, especially after she told me I looked too young to be a mother of two children. This is my favorite part as always. I told her of my real age, and she confessed she thought I was 22.
I was starting to love this lady…In fact, I almost turned around and took HER back to OUR home.
She lived on the corner of Alton and..uh, I forgot where but I was able to walk her to her apartment door, carrying her groceries and keeping a watchful eye on the children.
She hugged me and said I was an angel…**le sigh**. I wish my mother told me that. I left with the kids while she waved and yelled, “Ah weel be praying foh yooh”.
I’m glad I did something good today even though at first I hesitated…I’m glad, I did.

Go ahead…shout out a euphemism. I dare ya. Make my day.