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Dec. 18th, 2006 12:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stillane1. Keep your fingers crossed. I want to write about butter and tractors. And take pictures of cows.
2. There is nothing sadder than the experience of bathing a Golden Retriever who fears water. They just huddle up against you with those big, hurt eyes, because you are their person and therefore protector, even though you're also the sorry bastard wielding the shampoo. On the plus side, he's all soft and silky now, and smells less dog-like. This will come in handy when I wake up with a Wyatt blanket, as I am guaranteed to do any day now.
3. Nostalgia has been whacking me with the big stick this week. I walked into my neighbor's barn today and caught a whiff of that hay/dust/wood combination. *sigh* Why isn't it spring yet, and why haven't I found somewhere to ride?
Tangentially: I cried in Walmart. Walmart. *headdesk* They piped Oh Come, Oh Come, Emmanuel over the speakers and I got sniffly in housewares. My mother hugged me; my sister is inclined to never let me live it down. But... Vespers. *sigh, again* I want to walk with candles, damn it. It doesn't feel like a proper season without at least a little pageantry, to say nothing of the associated miraculous avoidance of pyrotechnic disaster.
4. Have finally found a yoga video that doesn't entirely suck. The fact that it contains a Spice Girl should not be held against it, since she is primarily there as scenery and comedic relief. I only had to buy out one store's entire selection of DVDs with 'yoga' in the title to find it. (This was not as expensive as the wording implies. Small store, cheap DVDs.) May need to figure out how to rip sound from a video track, though, in order to iPod-ize the Savasana section. Also found a pillow to pretend is a bolster; handy, since my knees do not enjoy mediation quite so much as the rest of me.
5. Received older sister's b-day present a few days ago, proving once and for all that procrastination is genetic. Hee.
6. The wisdom teeth have finally caught up with me. Damn it. Bad teeth, no biscuit! It's all soup for you!
7. Am beginning to look forward to being unemployed for a bit, just so I can catch up on fannish things. (Shh. Don't tell the universe, or I'll never find work. Which wouldn't necessarily bother me unduly, but might aggravate certain lending facilities to no end.)
And on that lucky number, I'll head off to bed. How are things where you are?
2. There is nothing sadder than the experience of bathing a Golden Retriever who fears water. They just huddle up against you with those big, hurt eyes, because you are their person and therefore protector, even though you're also the sorry bastard wielding the shampoo. On the plus side, he's all soft and silky now, and smells less dog-like. This will come in handy when I wake up with a Wyatt blanket, as I am guaranteed to do any day now.
3. Nostalgia has been whacking me with the big stick this week. I walked into my neighbor's barn today and caught a whiff of that hay/dust/wood combination. *sigh* Why isn't it spring yet, and why haven't I found somewhere to ride?
Tangentially: I cried in Walmart. Walmart. *headdesk* They piped Oh Come, Oh Come, Emmanuel over the speakers and I got sniffly in housewares. My mother hugged me; my sister is inclined to never let me live it down. But... Vespers. *sigh, again* I want to walk with candles, damn it. It doesn't feel like a proper season without at least a little pageantry, to say nothing of the associated miraculous avoidance of pyrotechnic disaster.
4. Have finally found a yoga video that doesn't entirely suck. The fact that it contains a Spice Girl should not be held against it, since she is primarily there as scenery and comedic relief. I only had to buy out one store's entire selection of DVDs with 'yoga' in the title to find it. (This was not as expensive as the wording implies. Small store, cheap DVDs.) May need to figure out how to rip sound from a video track, though, in order to iPod-ize the Savasana section. Also found a pillow to pretend is a bolster; handy, since my knees do not enjoy mediation quite so much as the rest of me.
5. Received older sister's b-day present a few days ago, proving once and for all that procrastination is genetic. Hee.
6. The wisdom teeth have finally caught up with me. Damn it. Bad teeth, no biscuit! It's all soup for you!
7. Am beginning to look forward to being unemployed for a bit, just so I can catch up on fannish things. (Shh. Don't tell the universe, or I'll never find work. Which wouldn't necessarily bother me unduly, but might aggravate certain lending facilities to no end.)
And on that lucky number, I'll head off to bed. How are things where you are?
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Date: 2006-12-18 07:40 am (UTC)I had hoped to call and bother you this evening, but got back too late to do so. :/
Hehe. Cows. *g*
I think I've cried in Walmart too, but hardly for such sentimental reasons. Heh.
But I have found that pageantry can sometimes be created in lieu of having it... well, not forced on you, but... you know what I mean.
Which Spice Girl?
Annnnnnnd yeah. Wisdom teeth. Boo. Booooo.
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Date: 2006-12-19 04:46 am (UTC)Mostly, I get a kick out of the guy in the background who's ostensibly supposed to be demoing the easier modifications, except he makes it all look incredibly easy and fluid. My favorite bit so far is ol' Ginger trying to figure out where the heck to put her legs in an inverted pose (assisted by an instructor who looks two steps away from chucking it all to teach kindergarten), while he casually rolls into a headstand. Heh. I think the whole project really ought to be titled, "Two Experts and Famous Name".
The experts, however, tend to throw in a lot of my favorite poses, and they're pretty well balanced in their methods, thus earning the lesson a place as best so far. Also, their relaxation at the end rules.
And yes, wisdom teeth. Grr. For every story I hear about their removal being no big deal, I hear another where the patient was violently ill, et cetera. I think it might be part and parcell of being connected with any branch of medicine to have an innate unease about being a patient. Dude, I know what goes bump in the operating room. *shudder*