“She skips me like a rock. Rolls me like thunder. Knocks me down like a fifth of Tennessee. She’s a pitch that I can’t hit. A joke that I don’t get. She’s crazy and that’s all right with me ~ “Alright” by Cross Canadian Ragweed. I saw these lines in a post this morning, sent to me not too long ago from a Someone who was in my life a Very Long Ago. Words are so powerful…they can easily tear us down or build us up. I prefer the latter. Thank you, person who sent me this post. <smile>
I started foundations yoga this morning and it hurt like a motherfucker. 
Baby steps though – I only did the beginning exercises, though I may do more later. I planned a surprise “just ‘cause” for next weekend. Ethan has a FB account and says he doesn’t read these (which he probably doesn’t), but just in case – I’m not saying anything. Nothing fancy, but I think it’ll be fun.
I didn’t do more later. I studied for my law & ethics exams before realizing I’m not even signed up yet, so both checks were written (one for MFT, one for PCC – I have to take two separate exams!), applicable forms filled out and then a little more studying. To be honest, her voice loses my interest the second I hear it and I tune out. This is why I prefer books to study. Big, thick, juicy books.
Mostly though, I read and considered the shitstorm that is Donald Trump. Obviously I do not know him, but I have known men like him, men whose egos where bigger than necessary, guys who make my stomach turn and my skin crawl. The men who have raped me? The men who have assaulted me? Similar to Trump. As a young lady taught to always respect adults, I never did what I should have done, which is to follow Hellen Mirren’s advice. She said she regretted not having told men to “fuck off” more, because it was empowering. If there is one thing I want to teach my daughter, it is to tell certain men to “fuck off.” I just wrote it twice and it kinda me feel like a badass, so I said it aloud a few more times, just to impress the dogs, then I cursed the NLDS score (but if anyone is gonna beat the Giants, it needs to be the Cubs).
Giants date-night at the gym on the elliptical turned out to a Giants date-night on my sofa. I just couldn’t make it out the door, which annoys me to no end. I’m really really frustrated with myself, to the point of tears yesterday at work, talking with our blonde bombshell Zumba instructor. I know it’s “just a few pounds” but they
all seemed to have ended up in my thighs and my boobs. I miss my B cup. L sent me pics of The Boy who is digging a mountain bike track at the house. Glad to see a little blood didn’t stop him, plus, picking at the scabs has given him hours of fun time. Tomorrow I’m going rock climbing with a fabulous lady from work and am hoping to make a habit of this. In the meantime, I’m sitting in my living room with a fire, door open, listening to the crickets and looking forward to the rain.
Pictures: Yoga returns…sort of; A fire. Yes, I know it was 85 degrees today. I don’t care, I’m ready for Fall/Winter.
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