at the end of yoga today, there was blood on my mat. a lot of blood. not like i severed an artery, but more than a speck.
that must be a new asana with which i am unfamiliar.
in good news though, i almost fell asleep in savasana - it's rare i actually take that time to really relax.
i must be doing something wrong
so much gratitude
yesterday was a good day. there was so much to be thankful for, and in so many ways i never saw coming. we were even able to discuss religion and politics without anyone being offended! i made the pants a pumpkin pie, he made us mashed potatoes - the food economy of family.
also, my sister googled pretty ways to fold napkins for our thanksgiving china. she did this cool thing:
if you'd like to see the jacquard pattern on the napkin and tablecloth, here's a shot with a blinding amount of flash:
i hope your thanksgivings were as lovely as mine. may you remember to be thankful every day.
internets, i know you can do it!
it's time to send your collective good thoughts and healing vibes to my college roommate, callous lily.
you see, she kicks major booty. she's a roller derby girl. she is one tough mama. and last week, she took a clean hit that sent her ass-over-teakettle, with her landing on her shoulder then her face.
and broke her shoulder. but not her face.
so she's in a hurty and immobilized way.
but what a freakin' awesome reason to have a broken shoulder.
in which i try to do a blog post, but wherein i'm simply posting to give the pants' best friend the opportunity to mock him because i call him pants
pants and i went on a date on friday night. it was clearly time, since we hadn't had one in quite a while and we were respectively planning our own dates with one another.
but we settled on pants' date: indian food and the new james bond flick. is it just me? i find daniel craig to be ridiculously unattractive. he looks like a monkey to me. but that's neither here nor there - it was a decent flick. i liked that it wasn't so much about the gadgetry as about the development of bond into bond... seeing the development of the gadgetry, the callous philandering, the ability to be beguiling and scheming (although that may be innate in some anyway) at the same time.
i also realized that somewhere along the line, i developed a fear of heights. i was having major issues with the first fight scene where they're fighting on construction cranes hundreds of feet over the ocean.
the indian food was good too - we went to haandi. now, it's no maharaja's ravi's in colton but it was pretty freakin' good. and we split an india special reserve beer which was quite tasty. the hoppiness of beers is growing on me... i'm no longer all about the malt, baby.
i have officially become a blogger who sucks.
and hi pants' best friend! mock him all you like - this post was for you.
call for geekdom
if anyone has a good hex color code for my tagline and my postings (because i'm just not geeky enough to figure out how to change one without the other), leave it in the comments and i'll give it a shot.
please?
i'll even apologize for using the term geeky instead of savvy the first time.
tidying up the place
i went chicklike with the design. i spent 2 hours fidgeting with the template (if you see any major bugs lemme know - other than the permalinks having the old templates... i just like keeping my taglines throughout the ages, so i just republished the index). i made the posts wider so that i could post images up to 500 pixels wide without wonkying up the sidebar situation.
there's pink incorporated into the design. clearly, i'm losing my mind.
or i just need a job.
it's softer than the belly of a puppy
good heavens, i have felt the softness and will never be able to rid the memory from my mind.
i've heard about it in legend, but it's softer than i ever thought possible for a merino.
i'm talking about malabrigo merino. i was at the yarn deli in redlands looking for sweater yarn for my momma, and they had a wall of it.
a wall of silky squashy softness that was kettle-dyed by uruguayans.
it makes me think that i'd like to buy enough to make a new and totally different hot lava cardigan since i don't really like the one i made in new york last summer (it's got crazy row gauge, making it baggy across the back, and i got bored of knitting the bolero and made it too small. so it's both too big and too small all in one fell swoop).
either that, or roll around naked in a huge mountain of it.
stuff i stole from steve
thanks steve!
| Your Vocabulary Score: A+ |
 Congratulations on your multifarious vocabulary! You must be quite an erudite person. |
| Your Inner European is Russian! |
 Mysterious and exotic. You've got a great balance of danger and allure. |
