Wintry Mix

It is naaaasty out today. Semi-frozen slushy snow/rain. *shudder*

But other than that life is pretty good, actually. Thanks for asking. My Gram is kicking ass and taking names and kicking it Hospital-room style. She's mobile (walked down the hall yesterday. Wait! She walked to the bathroom THEN down the hell. Uh huh. Oh yeah.). She looks like her ol' self again and she's back to being chatty Kathy. Er, Mary.

Anyway, the other good thing is I'm banging out a lot of crap-I-don't-care-about-anymore at work. Surprisingly, I still derive a sense of satisfaction for checking the stuff off the list. It gives me hope that I won't be an unmotivated, lazy slob for the rest of eternity. You can't get me down, Emerson!

Oh, and I also kinda splurged on a special treat. I've always wanted a nice pair of brown boots, so I got me a pair. I won't divulge what kind or how much they cost, but I will divulge that I ebayed them up and got m'self a good deal. And they are comf!

Since today's weather is pretty much putting the nail in the coffin as far as my cycling is concerned, I will now have to regale you with stories of either yoga or weight-lifting. Neither one of these activities make for the same degree of hilarious stories (remember how hilarious my cycling stories are?!!!), but maybe I can make 'em entertaining.

Like, for example, last night. My yoga instructor extraordinaire (let's call him Jay Z due to his hord-corps gangsta rapper background) was gone for a coupla days and so the classes I went to while he was gone were a bit more mellow than I am used to. No prob. I like to shake it up a bit. Y'know, change up the rhythm. But then last night, it was another level 1 class and it was the same ol' same ol', yadda yadda. I was really ready to get my asana kicked, but we just did more warm-up stuff. What the ding dang? So, I sort of did the whiny seven year old head cock thing like "oh, man!" Well, Jay Z saw me do it and threatened to bust a cap.

See? I told you yoga stories are full of hilarity.