Tonight’s random hodge-podge of things I feel compelled to tell/show/say to you is brought to you by Dire Straits, who have gotten stuck between my ears. It’s mildly uncomfortable.
First, an apology to everyone who let me complain to them today: I’m so very very sorry. On the phone, in person, over email, I was all bitch, bitch, bitch, and moan, moan moan (with a little bit of whine, whine, whine here and there), and you know what? You didn’t need to hear that. No one deserves that. And it didn’t make me feel better, either, so who benefits? Exactly. I’m sorry.
Second, this video is cool (from The Daily What). 🙂 I love Disney (I can ignore all the evil corporate stuff because I love the movies), and I LOVE when they release stuff like this. My edition of Lady and the Tramp shows Peggy Lee singing “He’s a Tramp” (with the guys howling and barking as back-up) intercut with the animated footage. Fun to watch.
Last, yoga is HARD. (Yes, broken record, whatever.) There must be a name for the sequence we start with. That’s the hardest part, moving from one thing straight to another like that. If you know the name (I could ask the instructor, but how is that fun?), please tell me. We start in downward dog, then extend one leg up behind us, then bring it forward into a deep lunge and reach up with our arms (crescent, maybe?), stretch forward, then into a plank and down to the pose that sounds like chupacabra and looks like the down position of a push-up, and then up dog and back to downward dog. And all over again with the other leg, and we repeat more times that I can keep straight until I fall over. After I fall over, we move into things I can actually do (kind of) and that don’t hurt (much). Then we stretch. I love the stretching part. And the breathing part. And now I’m home and I just ate more rice pudding then I meant to and I need to go to bed because I have get up absurdly early again to go back downtown in the morning. So good night. I said good night!