Life as a Pretzel

Ok, I was doing fine, being good, not pigging out with Chritmas goodies--UNTIL--Brittany, my son's girlfriend brought over her mother's home-made peanut brittle!  It was melt in your mouth YUMMY!!!  Nothing like the rock hard stuff I've made in the past.  This woman knows how to make BRITTLE!!! 

Did she send over just a bite or two???  NOOOOOOOO!  A whole container!!  Which Wayne and I finished off in two days!!!  So, it's the Monday after Christmas and time to work it all off at the gym.

I noted there was a Yoga class at the Y and it fit right in with my schedule.  I love yoga---but haven't done it for about a year.  They just don't offer it at convenient times when I'm working.  But now that I have  week off........well, no excuses.

You don't know how stiff and tight you are until you start doing some of those pretzel moves!!!  Like sitting down and trying to cross your legs indian style!!  Ya, you might think that is an easy move---just sit down and try it all you over 50 year-old types!!

You know it's going to be interesting when you can't even do the simple poses!  When the yoga master asks you to do an upward dog pose and take those thighs off the floor and just rest on your toes and arms---it's simply laughable.  Raise my thunder thighs to where?????

This is how it's supposed to look.  Thank God they don't allow cameras in the yoga room.  And the no lights thing is the only reason I attempt any of it.  Darkness is supposed to be relaxing and allows one to focus.  I just use it to hide and hope that no one knows what all the grunting is about over in my corner!

What I love most about Yoga, is you can go at your own pace and level.  When everyone else jumps their legs to the front of the mat from a prone position---I can simply grab one leg and push it forward and then pull the lagging back leg up next to it. 
I'm just happy I'm still moving!!
I do feel better cause the young guy next to me was blowing like a beached whale!!!  And I could hold some positions longer than he could!!!  Unfolding from those positions took me longer but hell I had 20 years on the guy!!

Needless to say, when I got home I took two Ibuprofen tablets just to ensure that I could move around for the rest of the day!

Some day, if I keep up the yoga, I'll be able to do this:

And when I scream for help,  please be kind and unwind me!

Spotted Dick, Anyone?

It all started with a missing link.....

I attended the Library Christmas Party the other day--lots of food and good conversation with my peers, whom I rarely get to see.  Glory, our new High School librarian, and I were recalling our pathetic library courses that we attended together.  Between crazy teachers and fellow students who drove us and the teacher crazy--we managed to get our degrees. Glory reminded me of a fellow cohort that we both had in common and that she had a blog--so we could keep up on what was happening in her life.  Glory promised to send me the link.......

The next day, (I had already forgotten about the blog--very short term memory these days) Glory sent me a message with the link for Shea's blog.  Of course she had forgotten to imbed the link.  So I messaged back that the link was missing.  Here was her reply---in her own words:

"Perhaps I should actually PASTE it. I’m not always this scattered, although I’m going to tell you a little story that might lead you to think otherwise:



Last night after the party, I was at Price Chopper when a friend from my high school days called. I circled the store aimlessly chatting with her for the next 40 minutes. As I was putting away my groceries, I was stunned to discover I had purchase a $5.53 can of spotted dick! What does one do with spotted dick, I pondered on Facebook. Believe me, I received lots of hilarious suggestions! I even posted a photo, captioned—As I paid dearly for the spotted dick, I placed it on our mantle. (You have to know I am thrifty—instead of Heinz 57, I bought the Best Choice knock-off—59 sauce—so I could save two dollars!)

Have a great day!"

Priceless!!!   I immediately posted back that I was going to friend her on Facebook just so I could see reply's to her posting!!!

Totally forgot about the whole event until I was in bed with my lover.  (That would be Wayne, my husband, for those of you who were wondering.)  Then the cackling and snickering just took over. 

When I asked Wayne if he wanted some Spotted Dick--well, then the hysteria began.  I couldn't stop laughing, and all these little scenerios kept running through my head.  Needless to say, neither of us got to sleep very early.  But I do have some great lines should I run in to any of my close friends :)