My yoga guy is gone. Damn you, Comcast.

I went to flip on his exercise program today and nothing.

Ok, Comcast, I get it. This is your way of telling me I have to actually buy the real thing. Well, joke’s on you, stupids, because I don’t even remember the name of it! Ha ha!

I first started hating yoga when no one could stop talking about it.

Then my hate grew into a justifiable one when I was pregnant and I took a pre-natal yoga class at the Y.

However, I was browsing through the list of Comcast exercise shows the other day and came across one called Cardio Yoga. I decided to give it a try. First of all, it is taught by a man. Much better than the greasy women I’ve had as instructors before. He was funny, too. A yoga teacher with a sense of humor? Wow.

And…doing the exercises actually lifted my heart rate. Cool.

I decided I may have been too quick to judge. I know that’s almost impossible to believe of me, but it’s true. Yoga, I’m giving you another try.

Does this mean I’m more of a man than a woman? I know I’m not much of a cuddler, but I didn’t think I was that much of a dude. What the-

You Are 68% Gentleman

You are definitely a gentleman. You’re very considerate and you have excellent manners. Occasionally, you slip and do something foolish… but usually no one notices!

A while back Jason sent me some flowers - after a fight that I can’t remember - and the fleurs came with a balloon in the shape of a heart.

Mylars last forever it seems, so up it stayed on the ceiling for weeks.

It just now has started deflating. The problem is it just sort of floats in mid air and follows me around the house. It freaks me out. I keep thinking it’s a stranger stalking me. One time I even shrieked out loud.

It’ll fly up a bit, come back down and just settle in the middle of the room at eye level! Weird!

Okay, the heat wave thing happening right now needs to go away. It’s been so hot (for me) the past couple of days. It’s gross.

I just want rain! I want wet mornings and tapping on my window at night. Go away, sun. I’ve had enough for this year. I like you and all, but really. It’s time to hang ‘em up.

I need a little help from my (crafty) friends.

My plan is to begin knitting Xmas gifts once November hits, but I’m still looking for great dishcloth and hand towel patterns.

If you know of any, or want to pass on your own, please contact me! Thanks!

It’s getting down to the wire. Should I dress up for Halloween?

Jason and I bought wigs already, but I’m thinking about saving them for our fondue party.

I used to dress up every year, up until about 2 or 3 years ago. I think I’m getting lazy in my old age. How depressing.

Still, with no party to go to, I kind of don’t want to be that ONE adult trick-or-treating with their kids in an ’80’s rocker outfit.

I wanted to update mostly myself (so I remember) on all the words Squid says currently. We just had a doctor’s appt. the other day and the “norm” seems to be 7-10 words at this age. He’s not quite there, but he’s close.

1) Uh-oh
2) Bye
3) Hi
4) Da! (Daddy)
5) Mom-Mom
6) Ah-Da (All Done!)

Go Squido!