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Current Mood: hyper!
Music:  Cherry Pie by Sade

Am very excited to participate in my very first "yoga by the beach" …an event I once snubbed when MOTK was the instructor of the week.  I would have gone back then but Marky Mark (pictured above) pleaded for our support and has invited me to assist him.  At least he’s telling me he appreciates me enough as a student and that he’s willing to risk looking like a complete idiot by having my sorry ass stay close to the front.  He dedicates tomorrow’s momentous event to his cousin, Sean who recently lost a battle against cancer.  A turn out of 150 to 200 yogi and yogi-hopefuls is expected. 
I’ll be posting pictures and will be updating this blog most definitely (that is if my hubby doesn’t forget to take pictures and hopefully we won’t look like little dots doing inexplicable positions). 

If anyone is interested,  please visit lululemon’s website for complete details.  We’ll be there an hour and a half early to get settled in (and of course look for decent parking…it’s Laguna Beach after all and parking will be a nightmare).

Oh what the heck, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…I’m really excited!  So why am I stuffing my face with so much crap (oh look, barbeque **chomps**)?  I’ll probably just keel over when it’s time to do our arm balances.

Update:  Class was awesome!!! Turnaround was great!!! It’s just weird when the studio walls are taken away and you’re left with people staring at you like a freak show…speaking of which…imagine my lower jaw drop when Mark stripped to his tidy whities.  I about "shat" myself.  I’m mad at Neil for not taking a picture…but you can’t blame him for passing on the oppurtunity.  And as expected,  the most pictures Neil could shoot during the practice…was a whopping tres.  And of course, I DIDN"T come earlier as planned so we ended up parking 3 blocks away, and I was situated way back.  Oh well…
I’m over quota on my picture uploads but come tuesday, I’ll just post them on a separate public album.

Update (8 Aug 06):  in case you’re too lazy to hover to your right, the album link is here.

Current Mood:  chipper
Music: Everything’s Not Lost by Coldplay

Wow!  8 long years since Neil was on bended knee … and popped the question.  Now, we’ve got 2 little ones.  Each possessing our unique qualities.  I have a sneaky suspicion the mischievousness that courses through Maia’s veins is something she inherited from me. 
I love you Hon.  You and I…we’ve got a unique partnership.  Often times, we act as if we haven’t aged a day since we met.  I suppose that’s why our kids are so happy…they have actual playmates for parents as well. 
So here’s to us.  May we have more fascinating years to come!

Current Mood:  discontent
Music:  Single by EBTG

Signs that I am in need of a lobotomy (and may need living outside of this bell jar):

1.  I lost my glasses.
2.  I lost one of my jean skirts.
3.  I lost my 2nd yoga mat.  Why am I losing all these things??!!
4.  I forgot it was my wedding anniversary today.
5.  It’s 3: 38 am and I am still wide awake after having watched 4 tivoed episodes of ER.
6.  George Clooney’s starting to grow on me….hellooooooo George!!!
7.  I think one of Tom’s yogini groupies doesn’t like me much.  Maybe SHE stole my mat.  Fucking bitch!
8.  I am so in love with Noah Wyle. 
9.  Marky Mark gave me props for executing a difficult pigeon pose (that even HE coudln’t do).  I think he’s just  bumped Tom off my list of favorite male yoga instructors. 
10. I’ve decided I want to have Noah Wyle’s children.  I’ll have this tubal ligation reversed for ya baby!
11. Best discovery so far; bar none: Video Podcasts! 
12. I just wolfed down my 2nd box of chocolate covered macadamia nuts.
13. I’ve decided to not use my mobile phone until I get a replacement…in September! 
14. I hate…ABSOLUTELY abhor homophobes.  These are the same people who lead an ostentatious lifestyle…possibly overcompensating for their peanut sized penises…can you also say, "hyPOgonadism"?
15  Did I say I love Noah Wyle? 

Current Mood:  lazy as always

Music:  Rescue Me by Teedra Moses

Congratulations to Hugh Laurie for bagging another win for Outstanding Individual Achievement in Drama for "House".

With that said, I can now enjoy a peaceful slumber  **dry swallows an ambien**

Update:  I’ve decided to add links to the music I post on each individual entry.  The song link will provide a sample audio, and the artist link will send you directly to Amazon (should you decide to purchase the album).  Ain’t I nice?  Somebody better give me props for this or I will slice a kitten!

I’m so sad to see my chiseled adonis go…t’was my fault that I didn’t bother to pick up the phone and vote even once. The sin of omission…tsk…tsk…so as you continue to be the object of my wildest fantasies (second to Senor Mortensen), I bid you good luck my sweet hunky, hip gyrating, chest flashing, ballroom dancing Russian prince **sends out a cyber french kiss Dmitry’s way**

Current Mood: cramping…and really bad too **groan**
Music: Acquiesce by Oasis

I’m not saying Carmen Elektra isn’t better off without him…I mean c’mon, why spend a lifetime fighting over the skyrocketing costs of eyeliner when you could run off to the sunset with a decent, heterosexual male…and by that I mean, someone who doesn’t play tongue swords with other men. Ladies and Gentlegerms, I present:

Exhibit A:

But what the hell do I know about the lifestyles of the rich and heinous? Seems to me that when your stinkin’ rich, rollin’ in the dough, not to mention a bonifide rockstar, sex with all kinds of people is inevitable…everyone is fair game, baby!
Prince bumped uglies with every fine woman in the face of the planet and take a gander at him?!! He’s like a pale midget fairy. Christie Brinkly thinks she’s got a winner there? **scoffs**. Carmen should have the “Best Week Ever” spot. Good lord, that woman needs some publicity anyway. Or a brian biopsy….after of course having a Psych Consult…oh and after having her vagina stapled and vowing to eschew men for good.

Current Mood: slightly optimistic
Music: True Colours by Eva Cassidy

Nothing like a good chuckle to brighten a foul mood. We all know Dubya isn’t the brightest crayon in the box and the joke below pokes fun at our current C.I.C. All in good fun.

After numerous rounds of “We don’t even know if Osama is
still alive”, Osama himself decided to send George Bush a
letter in his own handwriting to let him know he was still
in the game.

Bush opened the letter and it appeared to contain a coded
message:

“370HSSV-0773H.”

He was baffled, so he typed it out and emailed it to Dick
Cheney. Cheney and his advisors had no clue either, so they
sent it to the FBI. No one could solve it so it went to the
National Education Association and then to MIT.

Eventually they asked Britain’s MI6 for help. They cabled
Mr. Bush back:

“Tell the President he is looking at the message upside
down.”

Current Mood:  Nostalgic
Music:  Gone by U2

This is speech I prepared for my parents’ anniversary party.  They haven’t heard a word of it yet so I urge you to not say anything to them (obviously only if you knew them both and are in the same vicinity as they are) It’s a surpriiiiiiiiise.   

Happy Anniversary Mama and Papa

I’d like to thank one and all for your show of love and support and I
regret with all my heart to be absent especially on this momentous
occation. I would have loved to be part and witness this wonderful
milestone…
The couple you see here today, celebrating the birthday of their love
affair is a true testament to 36 years of dedication and  love.
My parents’ love story is one for you romantic novel buffs out there.
I must have inherited Papa’s flair for poetic expression of love.
Yes, Papa…I HAVE read your love letters. And though reading them
caused me to giggle a bit at first, it was only because I could
never imagine that you had the "cornball" gene in you.
I couldn’t help but feel moved by your
heartfelt sincerity.  It was in fact, very
romantic and one of the sweetest gestures any man could do for the
woman he loves.
My father loves children.  If it were only possible, I would’ve had 11
other siblings…because underneath that tough exterior is a great man
who, above all things, treasured his family….his children.
Mama is an extraordinary woman. She is a tower of strength and has a heart of
gold. She’s like a conduit; channeling love and hope everywhere she
goes. She has taught me to find inner strength and work through life’s
tribulations. You are my one true hero.
Life in our humble abode was anything but dull. Papa and I would tease
Mama about anything and everything, and Mama would just give the
cutest little pout while my sister would always be the mediator.   I
fondly look back at our frequent family excursions to the beach and
the delicious feast we always enjoyed…you see, what our little tribe
enjoys more than anything is…eating.  And we tend to savor each
morsel, each bite, longer than others; that sometimes a small meal
would almost always end 2 hours after it had begun.
Papa and Mama compliment each other well.  They seem to  blend
together like a delicious concocted drink. I guess you can say they
complete each other.  It’s almost impossible to consider that it has
already been 36 years since this young strapping man wooed our
beautiful ingenue damsel…
Papa, Mama, you mean the world to me and I love you more than my heart
could ever express.  I wouldn’t be the person I am today if it weren’t
for your guidance, and your faith in me.  I am perpetually grateful
and lucky to be your daughter.
So here’s to Pros and Nena.  Two lovely, extraordinary people, who
also happen to be our parents… and grandparents. Our biggest
gratitude for all the things you’ve done for us, and our deepest love
for all that you are. Congratulations and may you have more and more
years of love, wealth, satisfaction and peace.

Current Mood: a little (little??!!) crazy
Music: Small Blue Thing by Suzanne Vega

Oh Pip…otherwise known as Veronica Byers…26 yrs old…Single White Female…already a homeowner (damn you Pip)…Network Administrator…also known in these parts as my alternative life-partner (just in case Curly decides to marry her 49 year old boss **pshaw**). She and I are kindred spirits…and by that I mean, she and I are both the lilliputians of the Stooge troupe. She’s a mere 4′11 but she can do an axe kick like nobody’s business (that’s because she just earned her black belt last year).
And what has Miss Byers have to say to me early in the morning?:

“You gotta take me on a tour of your mind, Chester. I’ve always wanted to visit a haunted house.”

Touche, Pip. Touche.

Current Mood: OK…maaaaaaaaybe not.
Music: Crosses by Zero 7

Everything I need to learn about how to live life…achieve Dharma…I should learn from my first born.
Matthieu’s due date couldn’t have come at a more oppurtuned time…Christmas Eve…and so he was born, 7 lbs 10 oz, 19 1/2 inches…beautiful healthy boy. Born into a time when we were living an epicuneous life stye. Neil and I decided the perfect name for a perfect son born on the perfect day was: Matthieu (obvously a variant of Matthew)…Meaning: Gift from the Lord. And indeed he is a god-send. For 7 years I look at him everyday and wonder what it is I did in my life to deserve such a positive happy boy. It’s incredible to consider, it has been seven years since I first held him in my arms. I’m not gonna life, I cry about it now…reminiscing about the first time I smelled his hair…the first time I kissed his hands…it’s the most beautiful feeling in the entire world…nothing else compares.
The one thing I should learn from him, is how he loves and gives wholeheartedly…unconditionally. It’s a trait I hardly see in other little ones, and I swear I am not just admitting this because he is my son…everyone who has ever met him, knows what an extraordinary human being he is. He wakes up every morning and without prompt tells me, ” this is the best day ever!”….and on he goes, chin high and with an unflappable demeanor, he goes about his day living his life as if it were golden. And so this cycle continues; everyday for almost 8 years now and I sometimes hate that I still find the strength to put myself down…cry myself to sleep…when all that is most precious to me thrives…grows…to be the best that he can be inspite of how hard our lives can be…he still keeps that chin high…and he’ll still say, “Mom, this is the best day ever!”. I love you so so much Matthieu. You are my rock…you and your sister are are my love and devotion…my life.