Hot Hot Yoga...

I know, I know. My blog deficiency is completely unacceptable. I need to set aside a specific time to blog everyday. I'm sure it will be much easier when I have an actual constant schedule. Well, my other excuse for my lack of consistency this week is that N. hasn't been to work in the past two days. It's pretty hard to pull myself away from all that extra quality time. She hasn't been feeling well (which wasn't helped by 90+ degrees temperatures outside). But, I'm not complaining.

We went to see Eclipse this weekend (yes I've joined the gang of teeny boppers in complete Twilight obsession.. so what!) and had lunch at The Longhorn Steakhouse. Food was good... the decor? Made me want to vomit. I mean, seriously, who wants to eat with a giant buffalo head staring down at you? And, who is not disturbed by looking up from a forkful of mashed potatoes to see a lamp made from the hide and antlers of a deer?! I've never wanted to be a vegetarian more. Yuck.

Of course, we couldn't leave without ordering dessert. N. insisted we get this fried cheesecake nugget strawberry ice cream decadence. They served this concoction in a giant sundae glass so tall we had to sit up on our knees to eat it. It had giant squares of battered deep friend cheesecake chunks covered in vanilla ice cream, strawberries and a mountain of whipped cream. We ate at 4:30 PM. It was noon the next day before I managed to actually eat something else.

So, needless to say, I've been pretty unproductive these past few days. We have one air conditioner (which my angel of a mother bought us this weekend) up in the bedroom, so we've been camping out up there with most of our animals, a big jug of virgin mojito and the laptop (streaming continuous episodes of Lost and the Real L Word). Today, however, I decided to get off my lazy butt and do something to take advantage of the heat. And I don't mean setting up the slip n' slide in the backyard like I did a few days ago (that was awesome by the way, that is until my dog Maya decided to take a turn and ripped it with her claws). I wanted to embrace the heat. So, I pulled out my yoga mat in the living room and did the unthinkable... turned off the fan. In 95 degree weather. I popped in my little yoga video and sat in Lotus position, feeling the sweat slide down by back. N. decided to brave the heat and come down and watch me. I just think she didn't actually believe I would get through the whole thing without passing out (which I almost did once or twice). I made it though. Let me tell you, downward dog poses and sun salutations are a lot harder when your sweaty palms and feet are sliding across the yoga mat. It felt great though. I wasn't even hot anymore. I mean, I could feel the sweat dripping and feel the heat radiating from my skin, but I felt cool inside. I know that probably doesn't make any sense, but it makes sense to me and that's all that matters.

N. is working from home today, and as soon as I'm done writing this, I have to figure out my lesson for Friday. My second interview consists of teaching a class of about 12 four and five year olds...in Spanish... while being scrutinized by the director, CEO and other teachers, How's that for nerve racking. N.'s mother used to be a bilingual kindergarten teacher, so she has a gazillion books and resources in her basement she let me go through yesterday. I don't even know where to start. Keep those fingers crossed people.

OK, so back to the Real L Word. Is anyone else watching this? It's on Showtime (which we don't have, so we watch it a few days late online) and it's from the creator of the L Word, Ilene Chaiken. Hence, why I was hesitant to even give it a chance. If any of you watched the L Word then, I'm guessing you know why. I watched all six seasons of that show for no other reason than because it was the only lesbian TV show on. This woman completely destroyed what had the potential to be a really good show. So, I hear about this show, made by this fool and to top it off, it's a reality show (because Lord knows we need more reality shows on TV). Me and N. watched the first episode and were sucked in. Just like that. Complete addiction. I'm not even sure it's all that good. I'm pretty sure I'm just watching it because of my shameless crush on the dread-locked, tattooed, player Whitney. N. is not happy about this. But, hey I'm sure she prefers this crush than my crush on Jacob the werewolf, or Lucas.. the trans-gendered lead singer of The Cliks, or the hot male bartender at the tapas restaurant we go to. Pick your battles babe... pick your battles. ;-)

Namaste bitches!

-D.

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