Goodbye Ordinary

Archive for August 2012

Once again, it’s been a while since I’ve posted. Surprised? Me neither.

Life has once again gotten uber busy. (Mainly work). We are trying to cram as much as possible into these last few weekends of summer, so we don’t regret wasting so much of it being lazy… Though, that’s what summer is for right?

I remember when I was younger, and by the end of summer, all I wanted to do was go back to school! I wanted some responsibility. I wanted to learn. I wanted a schedule that I was OBLIGATED to meet. This summer was my first summer that I worked full time, and by full time I really mean constantly. I am lucky that I enjoy most of my job, I like my coworkers, and I’m doing what I went to school for. But, I do miss sleeping in, being able to nap, and spending lots of time with the kids.

We got family pictures done last week (including the boyfriend) and they turned out so amazing! Here is a sneak peak:

I scored that vintage voile dress at the antique co-op for $12!

I’ve also been keeping up with yoga. I haven’t been as true to the Ashtanga way as I was that first week or two, but I have went to the Monday night class every week (where i totally rock it), and I’ve been trying to do at least a few Suryanamaskara’s every day or two. So, I’m not completely off the wagon, thankfully.

This weekend our little family is off to Delaware (beaches) for our 2nd family mini-vacation. This one will be 3 days and 2 nights, so a bit more substantial than our trip to the Philly Zoo. We are so excited, crossing our fingers that Isaac chills out and doesn’t send rain our way!



“It’s just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
‘Cause that’s my funday
My I don’t have to runday
It’s just another manic Monday”

The Bangles

Yesterday, was a manic Monday for sure. I got so much accomplished it was kind of amazing, but I still have mountains and mountains of things to do (at work and at home). I felt like I didn’t stop at all until around 10 after the kids were both in bed and I collapsed into bed.

I realized, I didn’t snack at all yesterday, that’s how busy I was! All I had was a breakfast burrito, and a full size chicken cheese steak (half for lunch, half for dinner), and some broccoli that was fresh from the garden. Oh and of course, my typical ounces upon ounces of water.

I had class 2 of the Ashtanga primary series yesterday, it was a million times easier than the initial class, and I don’t feel nearly as sore today! Yay for progress!

I’ve decided I really love Ashtanga. This series is the first time I’ve ever felt good in warrior. Not to mention, I love binds. and lots of binds are in this series so… yay! It’s a challenging class for sure, but I feel like I’m good at it, so I like it. Sometimes it seems like certain poses are just SO unobtainable that I get discouraged. (like crow for instance. My weak little wrists just scream at me and so that’s one I don’t even like to attempt the prep for.) But for me, the poses we’ve been doing in the short form of primary, aren’t like that at all.

In wide angle seated forward fold, I was soooo close to touching my nose on the floor! I could definitely feel it in my hamstrings (stupid tight hamstrings!), but not overly uncomfortable, and ahh I was soo close!

Someday, I’ll be this awesome again. I know it’s there somewhere!

This is one of those series’ that I can not wait to get home from work and find the time to squeeze at least some Sun Salutes (both A and B) into my day, and I really cannot wait until our next class!

I just realized how many exclamation points are in this post. I apologize… kinda… no I take that back, I’m not really sorry, because I’m just that enthused about Ashtanga! lol



A spot in the hallway.

My dear, dear son, isn’t referred to as “the monster” in this blog without reason. I love the kid, of course. But sometimes, I really really don’t like him very much.

Tuesday night, unfortunately, was one of those times.

We had a good evening, I made a calzone with the leftover dough from the most amazing pizza ever that I made Sunday night, and it was also delish. We were all just hanging out, playing around… then I went upstairs and what do I notice? Weird little dent/divot thingies in my wall, right about Donovon shoulder height… probably in a 2 foot square… crescent shaped.. Hmm.

What do you think made that mark? Who could have done it? WHY would they do such a thing?

“Ohhh Donovon”. Of course, that’s responded by the typical “WHAT MOM!?” that drives every mother insane. (and I did this, and probably still do this…) Now I fully understand the whole “JUST COME WHEN I CALL YOU, DON’T ASK WHY” thing that my mother has told me over a million times.

Finally, he comes in my room and of course, he has NO idea what happened there.. No idea who did that, sister maybe? (Physically impossible, though she did try to take the blame.. “Me do it!”) No idea what was used to do that. The whole innocent act. But, as moms always know, I knew. So instead of waiting I just told him how it happened and who did it. Still, he didn’t want to fess up “It was just my play hammer mom” “I don’t know where it is” “I don’t know why I was in your room” I don’t know why I did it”.

The road to insanity is paved with “I don’t knows”.

He got sent to his room & sentenced to “until further notice” without the wii (and he LOVES his video games). I was very proud of myself, I yelled, but not in a “screaming” sort of way, just a stern “this is SRSBZNS” way, and most importantly, I didn’t give in to him.

Then, I walked into the hallway and looked at about that same height… MORE DINGS! Some of these were even deeper than in my room. RAH. What in the hell goes through childrens’ minds to make them think that crap like this is a good idea? Donovon didn’t have an answer for me.

Luckily, it was on 2 of the walls that had the most issues anyway, and needed to be fixed and repainted… but that’s not the point. There are probably between 50 and 100 little divots.

He used the heavy hammer, so it didn’t even make much noise. His caretaker didn’t hear a thing (he was supposed to be napping, at least, that’s when he claims to have done it).

Gah, children.

In better news, I knew that I seriously DID need yoga after that, it ever so slightly increases my patience, length of my fuse, and especially chills me out. Even though I was thoroughly sore and my arms were screaming at me (and my chatturanga was ridiculous lol) I did 5 Suryanamaskara A’s and 3 surya B’s. Not too bad, though my poor weak arms hate me.

I hopethe rest of the week goes a little smoother. Please send all the spare patience vibes you have.

P.S. I even did Surya A’s and Surya B’s last night too!


I know I’ve expressed my love for navasana before, but every time we do it in class, I’m elated. I don’t know what it is, since it kills my core and I shake like I’m being electrocuted by high voltage. But, I love it. After navasana, I feel kinda loopy and tingly all over. It’s the best prana ever. But, I even like it WHILE it’s killing me. When Kath (yogamama) guides us to smile and lift a little higher, I can’t help but to do it.

Last week we started our practice with navasana, followed by matsyasana (fish), setu bandhasana (bridge) (and chakrasana (wheel) for me), kapotasana (pigeon), runners stretch, and some happy baby & a quick yoganidrasana for me. It was such a great practice. I hadn’t done pigeon in so long.. and that makes me remember we did one other pose we hadn’t done in a long time… but, I can’t recall what it was.

I can’t ever say enough how much better that I feel when I do yoga. Why I don’t kick myself in the butt and get on the habit-making process of doing it everyday, I’m not sure. But, I am still slacking.

After yesterday’s Ashtanga Primary class, Kath told us that we should try to do at least some surya A’s and surya B’s every day, as Ashtanga is a system yoga that works best if done every day (except one, for rest). So, I’m going to start there and try to get in the daily habit of yoga again. I actually found some short(er) forms of Ashtanga, even a 15 minute one, that I have NO excuse not to work into my day.

Surya namaskara B

First thing on the agenda when I get home today, make floor space in either  my bedroom or the “jungle room” (playroom) for my mat.

Second thing, devote a whopping 15 minutes to Ashtanga.


This weekend I turned 23. My boyfriend was out of town for work, my friends were busy for the most part. and yea… it was an exciting weekend.

My lovely friend Kes invited me to a chicken barbeque, and it was a blast. I didn’t really know anyone there but everyone was so sweet and welcoming, it felt like I’d known them forever.

Then thankfully, my boyfriend got back home around 10:30 and we were able to go out with a few of my close friends for a bit. It was a pretty low-key night, but that’s how we like it. I even got a candle in my birthday shot! 🙂

Send me luck on my attempt at starting a daily practice!



I started a post after last week’s class… But, I forgot to finish it… However, this post deserved it’s own.. So someday (maybe tomorrow) I’ll finish that post up too…

Today started a new series. This month: Ashtanga Primary.

I hadn’t ever taken an ashtanga class. We’d done a few ashtanga versions of poses before though, and I dug them. So, I thought what the heck. Besides, the other class this month is the meditative flow, and I just am not ready for meditation. Unless it’s of the sleep variety.

I am so glad I took this class. Sooo glad.

Lesson one of Ashtanga: Do NOT wear lotion.

Lesson two: Wear airy/breathable (or minimal) clothing.

Lesson three: Be hydrated… and stay hydrated…

My arms still feel like jello. But, a strong jello.

For once, I felt strong and beautiful, while alllll sweaty in the warriors. (I normally loathe warriors).  I was hot, and rockin’ binds like you wouldn’t believe… now, if only I could get the dang balance portion of Ardha Baddha Padmottanasana.

Ohhh the balance.

The only pose I didn’t really love, was matsyasana (fish). For some reason, I just don’t have the love for fish. I think I may do it wrong, I’m straining too much or something and it kind of hurts, even though I’m trying to ease into it and stay with my body… I have only ever felt content in fish once. sheesh.

After watching some youtube videos of ashtangis just floating through each pose… holy hell. I have a lonnnng way to go. and my arm strength will need to like… grow exponentially.

The vinyasa’s between poses were killer. I have to admit. All I kept thinking was “wow, I remember when I couldn’t even chatturanga” but ow. Jello arms, fo sho. No shame though, I know if I keep it up, someday I’ll be able to breeze through intense practices like a true yogi. Someday. For now, I’ll quiver, and smile and just breathe.



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