[this must be the place]

Doing yoga with Ray Lamontagne playing in the background is as close to a spiritual experience as I’m probably ever going to get.

Just realized that I share a birthday with Deb Talan of The Weepies. Makes my day infinitely better.

Ohhhhh barre class. All I want to do is curl up in the fetal position and never move again. Oww.

Ryan and I have been playing Diddy Kong Racing on the N64 for like 2 hours now. We may be a little obsessed.

I am personally taking credit for the fact that my four year old niece just told me she loves “Love You Madly” by Cake. WIN.

I’m starting to see some actual, physical changes in my body since I began my new workout/health plan. It’s only been a few weeks, and the changes are small things that probably only I will notice for now, but it’s enough to be seriously encouraging.

And the best part? I’m loving the actual working out part for probably the first time in my life. I found a great studio with yoga, nia (my new favorite thing, and a hell of a good, fun workout), and barre classes and I actually really look forward to going.

Perhaps the key all along has been finding a way to work out that’s also actually enjoyable. Imagine that.

Hey guess what?

I finally figured out how to change my damn picture on here since the last one was from like 3 years ago.

Also, it’s super easy to change your picture.  I guess I wasn’t trying very hard before.

Let me add this after my post from yesterday about my jerk dogs being jerks: today they got in a fight after some commotion with someone knocking on the door and me jumping out of the shower to get dressed and answer it.  Occasionally when there’s craziness like this, my corgi feels the need to let my other dog know that he’s in charge via bullying him a little.  It sounds much worse than it is; he’s never really hurt him or drawn blood.  But you know how you hear people say that you shouldn’t try to break up a dog fight? Yeah, it’s for a damn good reason.  I grabbed Kirby, not really thinking about it, just trying to separate them, and he swung around in the heat of the moment and bit the shit out of my hand.  In other words, this is one of the days that I have seriously questioned why I have these dogs. Don’t get me wrong, I love them dearly, and I understand that essentially when shit like this happens, it’s my fault for not understanding the “dog language”, but goddamn that shit hurts.

It’s reached the point in the evening where one dog is running circles around the living room and ricocheting off the couch, and the other is laying submissively upside down in the middle of the floor; I’m sitting in the chair with my legs tucked up so a rogue corgi doesn’t run full speed into them, and wondering, yet again, why I just had to have pets.