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Books, Books, Books!!

I buy books.  I hardly use the library as I never know when I’ll have the time to read.  I’ve just straightened up my bookshelf and these have got to go!  I’ve already given several away, but I have this stack left.  If you would like to read any of these books, or know anyone that would, let me know!  I can bring them to yoga class, or meet you someplace convenient for drop off.  I do not want these back!

The Doctor’s Wife/In the Heart of the Sea/Eat, Pray, Love/Dirty Laundry, 100 Days in a Zen Monastery/A Collection of Beauties: At The Height Of Their Popularity/Diary of Ellen Rimbauer (hardback)/The Gospel According to Sydney Welles/Winter’s Bone/Sold/Sweetness in the Belly (hardback)

They were all worth reading – to me anyways!


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Yoga, Underwear and Chuckles

This morning, I taught at the Y.  The class was almost over.  We came down on the floor, to do hamstring/hip stretching in non-yoga terms and supta hasta padangusthasana to the yogis.  On our backs we were, with one leg extended upward, and the other leg extended outward.  We were out of straps as the class was large.  I let someone use my towel as a strap.

I was holding onto the back of my thigh and thought, what is that?  Just what in the heck is that?  Laughing to myself, I ran to the bathroom (which happens to be in-house in the room we’re in) to find a black pair of panties, stuck inside my yoga pants!  I’d wore the same pants I taught in last night, aired them on the deck and put them on again this morning.  Note:  I don’t do that often, I was in need of yoga laundry!  Now I know I have some cellulite on my thighs. I’m not persay, the wispy, willowy instructor size 2, but you’d think someone would’ve noticed the bulk in my leg!  Too funny.  Of course, when I came back from the bathroom, I was laughing out loud so I shared my story.  Chuckles for all of us.

There were NO guys in that class this morning, and for those that have asked, those are NOT my undies drying on the line!  Borrowed photo, from who knows where.


Finding Focus

I am truly digging this weather!  Twas a tad bit cool on the ears Monday morning on the bike ride to work downtown, but I shall not complain!  Biked to both of my classes on Monday.  Lots of people are still locking up bikes at MSU.  Spaces are getting harder to find and I suppose that’s a good thing!  Frank got me a little, but very bright, flashing red light.  Since I rode to the Y last night to teach, I used it.  I stuck it on my backpack.  Ended up riding part way home with another girl who also had a little flashing red light.  I suppose we felt the power and safety of the duece! 

I decided to devote an entire week of classes to the drishti, which is the gazing or focal point in a yoga posture.  We found the focal points over the hand or fingers, straight ahead, or slightly upward.  I let them really take their time to let their eyes move with their body, instead of leading the pose with their eyes (which happens all too often).  We also turned our focus inward.  So during some of the postures, I had them close their eyes.  This way they could really receive the benefits instead of trying to achieve so much.  In a couple of balanced poses, I asked them to let their eyes and their minds, wander around the room.  It was interesting to see who lost it immediately and who didn’t.  Then we taked about why.  I do teach at the Y and at MSU twice a week, so I’ll have to come up with something new for today!

Mantra for the day – Do what’s important to do today, do not hurry to get things done, eat your lunch sitting down and smile!

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Spulenking the Ozarks

Lauren (our daughter) loved the cave experience.  She even crawled through the mud tunnels, which I was mighty surprised.  They sent home instructions on how to wash cave mud off clothing.  So if you ever find yourself in need, here goes.  Wash the clothes in cold water 3 times.  On the fourth time, add the laundry detergent, hang them out to dry.  They look brand new.  Good deal, those Nike tennis shoes I got at the Salvation Army for a buck look better now, than when I brought them home.  Today they go to Ritter Springs Cave.  Lauren said it was a dry cave, but they may get into some water, with streams, but no mud.  Ok.  Sounds fun.  Friday, they take a trip to Close Park for tree observation.  She’s loving this school.

Jordan (our son) is really getting into Cross Country.  I’m hoping I will attempt to run with him when he runs here at home on his own.  I’m not a runner.  I have knock knees and a strong inward rotation at the hips.  Basically, I have crooked legs and wore funky shoes as a child and there was some talk of a placing a bar between my knees when I slept.  That didn’t happen.  My mom’s whole family has this inward hip spiral, sometimes it truly sucks.  Anyways, running generally hurts my body, so we’ll see if I can overcome that.  He missed the first two meets since he decided to join late, but another week or so and he’ll be a traveling runner.  He was also a little apprehensive as all the meets are on the weekends.  That’s his time with his mother.  We meet her in Buffalo every Friday night and Sunday afternoon.  She lives at Lake of the Ozarks.  But we had a chat.  I reminded him he’s only in high school once and that he’s a damn good runner and his mother owns a car.  Evil stepmom revealed.

Both kids are doing great in school as they take on these extra activities.  We are so proud of them both.



It was Mother’s Day, a few years ago and I was working the counter at my video store that Sunday afternoon.  There were a few people in the store, all women until a guy walked thru the door.  I knew him, he’d been a regular.  I hadn’t seen him in awhile and I remember thinking, “wow, he looks beefed up in the arms” he was also sporting very short hair.  Jail, was my immediate thought as to where he’d been.  He was wearing a ball hat, a t-shirt, jeans with holes in them and a vest, a long vest with the sleeves cut off. 

I was getting information from a new member (a lady) when he approached the counter and asked a question.  I looked up from my paperwork.  He had his hand in the pocket of his vest and flashed it open to reveal, you know, hanging out of the hole in his jeans.  I had my hand on my brow line and honestly, tried not to laugh!  I ignored him.  He walked away, I conducted business with that lady and she left.  He was still in the store.  Honestly, if you were going to expose yourself, would you do it at someplace that you normally frequent? 

At this time, there were still people, women only, in the store.  Great.  He approached the counter once again.  Yep, flashed twice in one day!  This time, I laughed out loud.  Though a bit shaken, my thoughts immdiately were, “Why is he doing that?”  “That can’t be real.”  “What an idiot, I have all of his info!”  He walked out of the store.  I guess he didn’t get the rise out of me that he wanted.  I didn’t shriek, or scream “oh my God!”  I stayed calm.  I had all of his information in the computer, plus a black and white copy of his drivers’ license from back when we used to copy that for our files.

I called my husband who was at work (and was a police officer for 20 years) and now works in public safety.  He said he couldn’t talk, he was trying to catch a weenie exposer.  I laughed and said, “oh really.”  I thought he was kidding, but he wasn’t.   I told him I’d just been flashed.  He asked me what the guy was wearing.  Same guy, not kidding, driving all over town! 

Since I had all his info, he got busted.  The funny part was when we went to court like a year later.  Here was the other girl he flashed with her mom, me and the guy who made her report (who also happens to be my husband), as well as the police officer who made my report.  Weird day at court that day!

It gets better.  A couple of months ago, my husband asked me to go to a store and get him a certain type of moisture wicking t-shirt.  The girl at the counter said, “Ask that guy, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  So I walked up to the guy at a counter, with his head down.  Low and behold, there stood the flasher.  I blushed, said thanks, got my shirt and sped out of there. 

Beware of guys with holes in their pants.

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Happy Birthday Jeanine!

Happy Birthday Jeanine!  She’s my sister, three years younger than me!  We are getting excited around here, as she’s flying in on September 28th with her little daughter Ava and staying for a couple of weeks.  We are taking a bunch of our wares to the craft fair in Ozark, MO the first weekend in October.  We’ll see how that goes with a three year old.  Speaking of her beautiful three year old daughter………..they were shopping the other day in the Disney store when a lady said, “Oh you’re so pretty.  You look just like Dora the Explorer!”  Ava replied, “No I don’t because I don’t have black hair and I don’t speak Spanish!”  Too funny.  She does have big Dora eyes though and check out that yoga pose.  A cross between hero legs and eagle arms!



One time, we were observing the bubbles in our Coke.  She said, “Aunt Kirsten, that’s carbonation.”  She’s just a tiny bit smart!  We can’t wait until you guys get here!  We’re gonna have so much fun!

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The Way I See It #31

A few years ago (2004) my mom came to visit.  We took my daughter to go see Beauty and the Beast at the Little Theatre.  She dressed up in her Disney Belle dress and wig for the show.  We went to Starbucks after the play to enjoy a fancy cup of hot chocolate.  On my coffee cup, there was a quote that I quickly jotted down on my napkin.  It was familiar and it turns out it was in a book I’d recently read called  Tales of a Female Nomad by Rita Golden Gelman.  Everyone has made such a huge deal out of Eat, Pray, Love.  I finally broke down and read it.  Was it good?  Yes.  Did I like it?  It was OK.  I enjoyed Tales better though.  The author travels with instinct, trust and intuition as well as minimal funds, and I love it!  If you like to read books about self discovery (where no one paid you a book deal up front) to travel the world and find yourself, I suggest this book.  Her travels are raw and spontaneous.  Rita lived with the people in the villages, cooked on their fires and slept on their dirt floors!  Rita’s quote was #31 on that Starbucks cup as we enjoyed hot beverages that October evening!

Risk-taking, trust and serendipity are key ingredients of joy. 

Without risk, nothing new ever happens.
Without trust, fear creeps in.
Without serendipity, there are no surprises
 – Rita Golden Gelman, Tales of a Female Nomad