My body f-ing hates me right now

Okay, so something inside my head stupidly didn’t poll the rest of my body when I decided to do yoga today. Forget the fact that I was exhausted after having slept for virtually two days, eagerly catching up on the sleep I have been forgoing for the last three months, and then was so abruptly woken up this morning for work…blah. But that’s another story. For some reason, today, doing yoga sounded like a brilliant idea.

So I got through it. In fact, I probably wouldn’t be ashamed or embarrassed had I done the routine with a crowd of spectators watching. Okay, that may be a touch of a stretch, but it’s not like I completely beefed it during the workout. I actually found myself doing the twists and turns with some ease. I was almost graceful, as I balanced on my head, holding my weight with one arm, and flinging my leg into the air. Nevermind the cramp this position caused in my hip; damn it, I was going to find my center!

This feeling of accomplishment probably had something to do with my yoga companion. Bless her little heart. I was dissapointed today when her performance didn’t mirror her first attempt at this exercise. As we were heading down into what is call the “child’s pose,” I nearly lost it when I saw her lose her balance and smoke her face off the mat. Unintentionally holding her weight with her forehead, her arms were helplessly curled underneath her body, and her ass stuck straight up in the air. She threatened my life if I were to breath a word of how she looked to anyone, so I am choosing to leave her name out of this little entry.

I must say, yoga is not for the weak of heart. It’s not for the weak of upper body strength either. Right now my entire being is screaming at the top of its lungs, “Why!?! Why would you DO such a thing to us???” I keep telling myself it’s all for the best. That after 2, maybe 3 thousand more times of this, I might actually notice the difference. Besides, it’s fun to get into positions that are semi-suggestive and try to pretend that if I had a mirror in front of me, I wouldn’t laugh my ass off.

Perhaps this will make me more bend-y. Nah-mas-dai.

Arg…

I always complain about how I would kill to sleep in. And here I am, 8 in the morning, and I’ve been awake for over an hour. I guess this is sleeping in, considering I always get up around 5:30. Who would have thought that less than a year ago, I was sleeping in, napping, pulling all-nighters? College was a double edged sword, but I miss it.

So I saw my sister for the first time since she found out that her husband was leaving her. She looked pretty good considering her situation. It’s all still pretty surreal, but I can’t say I’m surprised. Growing up, my mother was always worried about my sister. She did not know how to act mature, and she was never in a relationship. When her husband came along, my mother couldn’t stop talking about how it was a God-send, they were meant for each other, and he’s such a wonderful person. And then he left. There is no faith, when even the “good ones” will take off the instant they meet someone new.

Like I said, however, I’m not too surprised. As my sister has never been in relationship, she was always talking down to him. She was always bossing him around. As I’ve warned her before that you can’t let a guy walk all over you, I think she took it literally and went in the opposite direction, straight to being a gianormous bitch.

Man I can’t wait to get married! Just kidding. What should I do with my free time today? I’ve narrowed it down to three finalists. 1- Lay around all day in the nude, watching tv. 2- Grade and ACTUALLY get caught up on my work. 3- Lay around all day in the nude, watching tv.

I think I’m going to go with choice one. Just kidding…well, everything except the nude part.

Just stop and ask!

What is it with men and their inability to just stop and ask for directions? I just don’t get it. Is it part of the genetic code? Will they burst into flames if they get lost and make the mistake of stopping to find out where they should be? Don’t get me wrong. I’m not too keen on going into a place where the person is usually uncertain of where I’m trying to go. And nothing pisses me off more than being frustrated and then having to listen to a person say, “First you want to take a left..no, wait…you want to go right…I think.” But there comes a time when I must bite the bullet and at least figure out where the hell I’m at.

So, my boyfriend was trying to get to my house from a place he was not familiar with. The drive was supposed to take about 45 minutes. About an hour later, he calls to tell me that he’s clueless as to where he was going, and he drove until he was back at the start of his journey. But instead of calling friends who knew the area, or stopping at a gas station, he decided to continue driving around. I felt bad, as he was very upset, but I just don’t understand why he wouldn’t just stop! It’s a mystery to me, and I highly doubt that in this situation it was worth the anguish and gas money. There came a point where he actually considered just driving home to Indiana. Needless to say, I got him here, and all is well. He didn’t have to ask, and I was amazed that I didn’t get his ass lost in the middle of Chicago.

First, how much do I rule? Secondly, I’m glad that he’s not still driving somewhere in the middle of Oklahoma or something, as I’m sure he would have driven until he was out of gas – setting up a new life where ever his car may have taken him. If I ever have a son, I’m going to raise and teach him that it is perfectly acceptable to ask for directions.

I’ve said my peace.

I’m so tired of being tired.

Okay, so I’ve been told that this is the new thing to do, and I’m not really that in to meeting people online. But hey, I’ll give anything a shot before completely knocking it out of the realm of possibility.

What to say? I’m a new teacher, and I’m ALWAYS tired. I love my students, but they are exhausting. It’s really a cool thing to meet these people and give them the opportunity to try to sprout their own ideas. I’m always amazed when they have these deep, intellectual conversations while I sit back and smile. I’m astonished when these students assume that they’re dumb. It’s hard for me to believe that I’m lucky enough to be a part of this job. It’s just a touch disheartening when I realize that I’ll never have a job when I can just punch out and leave my work at work.

Unless you think you’d love to teach, then don’t pick this profession. But while this may age me, I’m kept young by my students, and they make me laugh every day.

Perhaps I’ll take a week off and set up an extended date with my bed.

Oh here we go…

Starting today, I’m including blogs that I have been writing for the last year. Boy, oh boy. I feel as if my life is passing before my eyes.

And it’s an angry one.