Having read Frayed Laces, tfh and others extolling the virtues of yoga, I’ve been wanting to give it a try. It’s been on my to-do list for ages now actually. Then I read that, of all people, even the sot had tried yoga. And I still hadn’t. I think I lost one of my chick cards that day.
Well, I quickly redeemed myself and my femininity by signing up and taking my first yoga class last night. It conveniently started right after my spin class ended, so I was already sweaty and exhausted when I entered the studio.
I surprised myself. I really liked it. I didn’t think I would. The instructor was fantastic—very into yoga and its benefits but not so new age-y I wanted to barf. She made sure to ask who the newbies in the class were and checked up on everyone regularly. She even passed by me at one point to ask how I was liking the class and to compliment me on my form. Not bad for this clumsy oaf.
I’ve already signed up for next week’s class and am debating whether or not to go to the one on Friday. It all depends on my schedule though.
Another day, another razzdoodle
I just want to take a minute and publicly badmouth RazZdoodle. Again. Thanks to you, sir, I’ve wasted a good portion of my life on Sporcle.com. Why did you have to post the link to this website?! I’ve been on the damn thing every day. Currently two quizzes have me in their snare: US Presidents and Emperors of Rome. I’ve finally been able to name all the presidents, but since I’m such a freak, I now have to list them in chronological order before I can it let go. Same goes for the Roman emperors. My progress so far has been frankly amazing since the first time I did that quiz I could only name 20 or so emperors and now I can name all 76. Crazy.
And like any person on a sinking ship, I'm making sure I don't drown alone. Now I've exposed more of you bloggers and about half my department to the wondrous evils of this website. Work output has decreased significantly this past week in my office. It makes me happy when I'm not the only slacker there.
Anyhoo, now it’s time to add another definition to the word ‘razzdoodle’.
1) writer’s block
2) prolific use of bullet points
3) premature ejaculation ... of a podcast and/or post
4) breaking a toilet
5) sabotaging another’s productivity with quiz-filled websites
I’ve officially been razzdoodled. Curse you, you Husker nutter!
Since I can’t inflict any direct pain on you from an ocean away, I can only hope you see Starbucks everywhere you go for the next thirty some-odd days to make your lent decision that much more painful. Hey, maybe I should go one step further and try to get in touch with WifeDoodle and introduce her to the concept of the meat punch.*
That would make me feel loads better. :)
Happy hump day, everyone.
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* Rampant blogosphere usage of this term courtesy of Carolina John via the always classy recumbent biker, Glaven.