there was a picture to prove it, and it was posted here to inspire you to vote, but election day is over, so it's gone now.
they didn't give me a choice if i wanted hi-tech or lo-tech. but they sure wanted you to know i voted electronically.
the best part is, the massive onslaught of local political commercials and unsolicited phone calls will stop. oh yeah, and the continued success of our political system, blah blah blah.
i've decided to go back to the gym on a regular basis again. i'd like it to stick this time. i tried running outdoors, and honestly, that was not so much working for me.
however, on a treadmill, i can set a more realistic pace and stick to it. even better, on an elliptical trainer, my feet muscles don't cramp up. anyhow, i've also been arsed to get out of bed and go to 5:45 am yoga twice a week.
the nice thing about the 24 hour fitness in my town, is that it has the best yoga instructor i've ever had. she's a yoga teacher full time - she's who i first started studying under 5 years ago. she teaches there, she teaches at fancy yoga studios. she's willing to stand on me to help me push my poses farther. in fact, i was able to do scissors again for the first time in, oh, 3 years?
i love her early morning classes because of their pace, and how it makes me feel during and afterward. she's been known to play cat stevens for the whole hour.
however.
and you knew there'd be one.
today's class blew. why? i mean, i worked hard. i opened my hips. i never fell to my knees during crocodile. i held standing T for longer than i usually do.
but she played Easy Listening Jazz for the whole. hour.
*okay, sickos. that's a line from oingo boingo's "sweat." and it's the concept of sweat that makes you slippery, like a fish.
today was an enormously lovely day... i knitted some - finished a sleeve on the gull-stitch cardigan in cascade ecological wool in 8087 (yes, i'm picking her up again) and started, frogged, and restarted a jaywalker in jawoll that i got on sale ($3.40!) at closeknit. i also bought yarn for a foolish, pricey project, that i will maybe discuss later.
you know, after i finish the pants' scarf, and all.
then, the pants came over. we talked and dreamed about futures, ate indian food, watched football and the amazing race with my mom and sister. we also watched and talked about bridezillas (the show and the phenomenon).
and then.
then came the homespun. (GAK!)
see, my mom is organizing a trip in december. there will be 30 people there. and the co-leader thought that everyone on the trip should have matching identifiers to put on their luggage. my sister thought maybe homemade pom-poms. and somehow i volunteered to help.
and now we need to make 90 pom-poms by thursday to take to their first organization meeting.
out of homespun in red, white, and blue. (not my choosing, i'd like to note)
that's just a horribly evil yarn. it makes me want to set it in a basket, send it downriver, and shoot flaming arrows at it.
then, i realize it's just cheap yarn, and that'd be a lot of pomp and circumstance and cost for cheap, ugly yarn.
i just had my first earthquake in california in several years.
some things never change.
update at 11:51 am: i may very well have been sitting on the epicenter.
next time, please try to not name sandwiches things like "ham explosion".
thank you.
regards,
heather
tonight it's kristen hersh's cover of cat stevens' "trouble" and jump little children's "cathedrals".
both of which, i'm embarassed to admit, are on my copy of the everwood soundtrack.
it was pretty quiet - not many kiddos came to our door begging for candy.
the worst part about this is the sheer volume of kit kats we have left in the house.
although it may be slightly less worse than the number of reese's peanut butter cups we have, once you compound the fact that my body rebels at the smell of peanut butter, but my brain still loves the memory of them...
