tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65319062324044477202024-03-14T04:57:44.551-04:00Marilie's MusingsRandom musings of a grown, 30-something female who is just trying to live life and get it relatively right.Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.comBlogger291125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-41342385470415754942012-04-25T21:31:00.000-04:002012-04-25T21:31:34.788-04:00I've Moved!Well, not physically...but I have a new blog and it's a wordpress blog.
If you want to come along for the ride, join me at <a href="http://cohabchronicles.wordpress.com/">Cohabitation Chronicles!</a>Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-28364618961118550282012-03-04T20:48:00.001-05:002012-03-05T09:24:26.488-05:00Don't Be A Flake...Frosted or OtherwiseMariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-89400541593565504832012-02-14T12:13:00.001-05:002012-02-14T12:13:49.350-05:00The Cohabitation Chronicles: The Cupid ShuffleThat title doesn't have much to do with this post, except a round about reference to Valentine's Day...and the fact that HH hates line dances. He asked on his FB status if people would be doing the Cupid Shuffle today. Just silly. LOL! <br />
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Anywho, my co-worker got some gorgeous flowers today. People keep asking me where mine are. When I tell them we don't do Valentine's Day, they give me a look of incredulity. <br />
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But honestly? We don't need to. <br />
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HH does great stuff for me all the time. It's the little things that add up. Running me an Epsom salt bath when I beat myself up at the gym. Cooking dinner and leaving it on the stove when I get home. He just went and bought Bogey a kitty condo. He does laundry during the day, vacuums...sure he sometimes leaves his socks by the bed, and that awful Redskins hat on the nightstand...but that's ok. LOL! <br />
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He does lots of little things to show that he cares. He makes me belly-laugh at least once per day. I specifically told him not to do anything today, because he probably would have. <br />
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If you celebrate it, have a wonderfully awesome day. And if you don't, have a great day anyway, because you can. :) Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-21247077944786176852012-02-03T10:37:00.001-05:002012-02-03T10:37:24.631-05:00The Cohabitation Chronicles: Passing ShipsHH has gotten settled into his job here in Charlotte. The first week, he was able to work first shift, but now he's been moved to the shift he will likely have for a minute: second shift, working 3pm - 11pm. He has worked this shift before, but it's definitely not his favorite. If one of the oldsters retires, then he may have an opportunity to bid on first or third shift.
Second shift means we pass like ships in the night, literally. I get up around 6:00am to get to work between 7:00 - 7:30. He's asleep, so I tiptoe around e house trying not to make too much noise. I try to pack my yoga bag and my work bag the nig before, and pick out my clothing, so that in the morning I don't have to rumble around the room too much. Wednesday was my first day back to work after my birthday stay-cation. He graciously got up and fixed me some coffee with the Keurig, and packed my lunch. I could tell he was tired so I told him not to worry about getting up in the mornings. At night, I try my hardest to stay awak until he gets home. Most night's he comes home to me conked out, the iPad next to me on the couch or the bed. Last night was the first night I stayed up, and I think I was out 8 minutes after he arrived. LOL! When I wake up in the mornings, I always find that he's placed the iPad and my iPhone on the charging station next to the bed. :)
When he gets up, I'm well into my work day. He will usually do chores, so that means (so far) I don't come home to the house looking crazy, and usually come home to dinner. Winning! He will start laundry and when I come home I will fold and finish what he didn't get to. After I eat, I will fix a plate for him and set it aside so he can just warm it up when he gets home.
I don't feel bad now about indulging in my yoga practice because I pick classes that are scheduled while he's at work. We did just join a gym, though. The only time we'll be able to work out together is on the weekends. That's kind of a bummer.
I still get texts about his adventures with Bogey, and what he's doing during the day. I think we're falling into a nice routine here. I was talking to a co-worker and she said her husband has worked 2nd shift for years, and at this point if he switched to first shift, they'd kill each other or get divorced. LOL! So I guess there's something to be said for space and absence making the heart grow fonder.Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-11262766028806637372012-02-01T07:16:00.001-05:002012-02-01T07:16:57.412-05:00Transfer of EnergyOn the way to work this morning, XM played Mint Condition's "Nothing Left To Say." Got me a little teary eyed, because this morning I woke up to a text that an acquaintance had passed away. <br />
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This man happened to be the limo driver for Mint Condition when they came here in 2008. He didn't know me from Adam, but because we both knew my friend Steph, at her request he got me the band members' autographs. We met him behind the concert venue after the show, and there he was - bright smile, like a big brother, joking with me about these autographs I do desperately wanted. <br />
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The flyer they signed is still framed and I always smile when I look at it. <br />
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We befriended each other on FB and would joke around occasionally, but I hadn't talked to him much as of late. <br />
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I hope that his 2 kids, his family and close friends can find some peace on the coming weeks. Like HH reminded us at my grandma's and dad's funerals, energy is neither created not destroyed - it just changes form. He's still there with you all. <br />
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R.I.P, M. <br />
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Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-40862646591867815672012-01-31T17:53:00.002-05:002012-01-31T17:54:41.575-05:00Bogey Has A Gentleman CallerSo...this dude comes to the patio door and meows for her. Sometimes she just sits there and stares at him. Sometimes, she ignores him. <br /><br />The other day, HH and I came home and 2 black and white cats were fighting on the porch. One was reallllly pissed. The other was cowering and trying to get away. If I had to guess, I'd say this is the pissed one, and he won the fight? LOL! <br /><br />In any event, color me tres confused, because Bogey is spayed, and has been for some time. She's not in heat. So what gives? <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rsGcgWMmGiM/Tyhw7S0EKRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dXu_FQA8fzY/s640/blogger-image--1620935014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rsGcgWMmGiM/Tyhw7S0EKRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dXu_FQA8fzY/s640/blogger-image--1620935014.jpg" /></a></div>Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-75213605140522745842012-01-30T14:55:00.004-05:002012-01-30T15:21:55.432-05:00The Cohabitation Chronicles: Yoga DateOn Sunday morning, HH woke up and said, "we need to go to the carwash. You should come with me!" <br /><br />Say what now? I don't wanna wash the stinkin' car! I've been driving around with a dirty car since before you got here, and I'm pretty ok with that. LOL!<br /><br />Then the idea popped into my head, and I said, "ok - I'll go to the car wash with you, if you come to yoga with me this afternoon." <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">HH:</span> </span>Is this how it's gonna be? Every time I ask you to do somethin', then I gotta do somethin'? <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Me:</span></span> Yup. Yoga is at 4:00pm! <br /><br />Now...I thought I was going to have to WASH the car. What he really wanted me to do was drive my car there, so that he wouldn't have to make multiple trips. He took care of all the washing, drying, tire shining, etc. Do note that I DID ask where the towels were so I could dry the car off, but he declined my help. <br /><br />So, I felt semi-bad about the 90 minute yoga class I was taking him to. <br /><br />Here's what CFYC's website says about their power yoga classes: <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Each Power Yoga class is suitable for ALL LEVELS and all classes are taught in a heated room.<br /><br />The style of yoga that we teach is called Baptiste Power Vinyasa Yoga. <br /><br />This powerful, energetic, flowing class has a strong emphasis on breath and allows beginners, intermediate and advanced students to be challenged in the same class.<br /><br />The room is heated to help cleanse the body and warm the muscles.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">90 Min Power Flow</span><br />The full Baron Baptiste Sequence, this 90 min class is guaranteed to take you to your edge." </span><br /><br />It says all levels. And I've taken him to yoga before, so I figured he'd be fine. <br /><br />First of all, he had on TOO MUCH CLOTHING. He had on an under armor top and then a basketball jersey type top over that. I said, "babe, it's going to be 90+ degrees - you got on too much!" He said he would be fine. Second, I kept trying to tell him to hydrate before class. He was drinking coffee. Sigh. <br /><br />We got to class and set up our mats. He was joking with one of the other students that he was going to spend 89 of the 90 minutes in child's pose (that's the pose they tell you to go to if you feel overwhelmed or you just need a break). But I know how he is, and although they tell you to leave it outside the door, ego is a powerful thing. <br /><br />We started class in child's pose, went into down dog, high push up...all moving relatively slowly and working on waking up the body. <br /><br />Then the sun salutations started. <br /><br />I thought I was going to lose him then. It's a sequence that moves pretty fast, but the teacher will always tell you to move with your own breath. If you're not used to it, you really won't keep up with her commands. Bless his heart, he was trying. I saw the sweat rolling off of his brow and soaking his shirt. After a few salutations, he took off the basketball jersey. I stifled a giggle. <br /><br />Diane, the teacher, came over and helped him a few times with some adjustments. Watching him in Warrior 1 and 2 reminded me of when I first started out last year. Due to my knee issues I would not bend very deep. She acknowledged that that was his body, and she never forced him into anything. <br /><br />I think it was about 45 minutes in when HH went missing in action. I looked over and he wasn't on the mat. I thought maybe he went to get some water, or he just needed a break from the temps. I was going to give him a few minutes before I went after him. <br /><br />Luckily, I didn't have to chase him down. He came back in as we got to our standing sequence. Eagle, dancer, tree...all poses requiring you to balance on one leg. He actually did pretty well. I know during our flow sequence, Diane took us into crow 3 times. I really wish I could have seen him, but the pose requires balance and looking straight ahead. I told him he could keep his feet on the mat, but I don't know if he did it. <br /><br />Towards the end of the stretching sequence, Diane took us into frog pose. For those of you who aren't familiar with yoga, THIS is frog pose: <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99q1gEqiSv8/Tyb5lmd8M4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/mdKCCGHKfO0/s1600/frog%2Bpose%2B2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99q1gEqiSv8/Tyb5lmd8M4I/AAAAAAAAAd0/mdKCCGHKfO0/s400/frog%2Bpose%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703520402487915394" /></a><br /><br />First, he wanted to switch mats with me. I thought he wanted to do frog pose up against the wall...but later he said, "I didn't want that lady's azz in my face!" - referring to the person to the right of his mat. I was like, that's yoga - sometimes we occupy the same space! He wasn't trying to hear it. LOL! <br /><br />After 5 minutes in that pose, he told me that I'm in time out until Wednesday. Clearly NOT happy with me! LOL! <br /><br />Needless to say, I think he was super duper happy when we hit savasana. All the ladies were joking with him and asking him if he'd be back the next day. Poor thing. He just looked like he wanted to side eye everyone. <br /><br />On the way home, in the middle of the silence he says, "I'm over here feeling like Marvin Sapp..." and starts singing "Never Would Have Made It." LOL!! Dramatic, much? I fell out laughing over the steering wheel. <br /><br />I'm so proud of him, though! And today he said he felt ok. But I think that's his last foray into 90 minute power classes.Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-65400659574628835922012-01-29T18:41:00.012-05:002012-01-29T19:19:02.087-05:00Birthday RecapWhooo hoooooo! Hello, 37 - nice to meet you! Feels just like 36, except with maybe a few more aches/pains/injuries. LOL! <br /><br />My birthday rule is that I will not work on my birthday. Period. I refuse to have those miscreants I deal with getting on my nerves on my day. Hmphf. Since I carried of 4 PTO days from last year, I decided to go ahead and take 4 days off. I'll return to work on 2/1. <br /><br />On my birthday, I let Shanna take me through the paces in her 9:30am power yoga class. As a present to myself, I skipped some chataurangas, and kept my hands at heart center in some of those crescent lunges. Magical. <br /><br />Unfortunately, HH had to work second shift, so we could not go out to dinner ON my birthday. Instead, Rockstar Stacy and I hit up Crave - the dessert and hookah bar here. I read up about the tobacco content in hookah and have decided it's just not for me, but I DO like their cupcakes. I got 2 of them to go (lemon ginger and strawberry). Rockstar Stacy graciously plied me with strawberry honey mojitos, so I was feeling lovely when I got home around 10:00 or so. So lovely that I poured myself a glass of wine, and then promptly fell asleep on the couch, snuggled under the covers. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7zsokZePmRc/TyXePlN_IFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-gVcT9WaHNY/s1600/crave%2Barrival.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7zsokZePmRc/TyXePlN_IFI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-gVcT9WaHNY/s400/crave%2Barrival.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703208862404780114" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2nFVX1xaqE/TyXb5KG9LVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/0zLL33dr82c/s1600/me%2Band%2Bstacy%2Bat%2Bcrave.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J2nFVX1xaqE/TyXb5KG9LVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/0zLL33dr82c/s400/me%2Band%2Bstacy%2Bat%2Bcrave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703206278147157330" /></a><br />Rockstar gang signs! <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VgN_jZVce4g/TyXfrMnRlUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/JFn8PkpJndc/s1600/cupcakes.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VgN_jZVce4g/TyXfrMnRlUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/JFn8PkpJndc/s400/cupcakes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703210436347925826" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Psssst - if you're in ATL, my girl <a href="http://pinkcupcakedreams.com/">Lyndsay</a> makes better cupcakes than this. Ask for the "Better Than Sex" cupcakes. You're welcome.)</span><br /><br />HH got home around 11:30 or 11:45. I'm honestly not sure, because he scared me awake (the alarm signal is here in the living room since I have the cell phone system, and the door chime is rather loud. I still haven't figured out how to turn it down). I heard him come in and head to the kitchen, but I was so out of it, I didn't realize WHAT he was doing until he sat the ice cream cake down in front of me: <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Slt2Nx1OCM/TyXcGZQUJUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Jm-6fwFljOc/s1600/birthday%2Bcake.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Slt2Nx1OCM/TyXcGZQUJUI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Jm-6fwFljOc/s400/birthday%2Bcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703206505551242562" /></a><br /><br />The next morning, I went to yoga again because we had early dinner reservations at a restaurant here called Upstream. I came home and HH had birthday flowers waiting for me. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTQbroNnU6g/TyXdGw-WNoI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tyKBhAx5cmg/s1600/flowers.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTQbroNnU6g/TyXdGw-WNoI/AAAAAAAAAc4/tyKBhAx5cmg/s400/flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703207611429959298" /></a><br /><br />Upstream was an adventure. Generally the restaurant week menu is reserved for dinner only, but they had no dinner reservations available that day. The manager talked to the chef who graciously agreed to let us choose from the restaurant week menu. 2 thumbs up, Upstream! HH had some sea bass that was delicious, and I tried a duck dish for the first time. It was served with pureed sweet potatoes with maple syrup...it was heavenly! But I can see that duck is a very fatty meat and not to be eaten often. HH had a s'mores bread pudding dessert, and I had a chocolate/white chocolate souffle. It was yummy and not too sweet. I liked his dessert, too. Unfortunately, the s'mores bread pudding is only around for restaurant week. Boooooo. :) <br /><br />After dinner we headed over to South Park mall so that I could hit up the Bare Escentuals store and get some lip gloss. You get a 15% discount during your birthday month. Winning! All I had to do was show my I.D. After visiting there, and The Body Shop, the SOL started to kick in on my shoes, so we came on home. Then we realized we hadn't had anyone take photos of us together, so we had our own little impromptu photo shoot: <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7b0_ajMFSQ/TyXgiV1KJYI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ucpkL6nBrsg/s1600/college%2Bof%2Bme%2Ban%2BHH.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7b0_ajMFSQ/TyXgiV1KJYI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ucpkL6nBrsg/s400/college%2Bof%2Bme%2Ban%2BHH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703211383714882946" /></a><br /><br />Dapper! <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvW1gj7bLkg/TyXgtmmNDvI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Xd7G6pn0cPQ/s1600/2nd%2Bcollage.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvW1gj7bLkg/TyXgtmmNDvI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Xd7G6pn0cPQ/s400/2nd%2Bcollage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703211577194122994" /></a><br />Photo on the left was an impromptu snapshot HH took, after making me laugh. I don't even know what we were talking about. That's his favorite photo. Everyone on FB says I look very happy. :) <br /><br />Photo on the right was another impromptu shot...apparently I give him this "really?" look a lot. I guess. LOL! He was probably cutting up, anyway. <br /><br />So...that was my weekend. Today we got up and tried to unpack/organize some of HH's clothing. That's a whooooooooole other blog post. I also took him to a 90 minute power yoga class. I am laughing as I type this, but he made it through. I got a post about that, too. <br /><br />Stay tuned!Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-26359096249751329842012-01-26T14:35:00.001-05:002012-01-26T14:37:27.239-05:00One Year of Yoga!I realized that on 1/3 it had been a year since I started my yoga practice. A year since I got to class 5 minutes late, wearing socks, and Stacy introduced me to a whole new world. <br />
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I didn't even practice on my anniversary. I was in ATL ingesting calories I didn't need. When I returned to Charlotte, I promptly went to my favorite yoga studio and paid for a month of unlimited yoga. It was $99. <br />
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I know some folks are gasping for air, but that really is a great deal. To just drop in for a class is $16. 6 random classes would be $96. <br />
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Between 1/5 - 1/26, I've attended 23 yoga classes. <br />
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I'll let you do the math on that. LOL! <br />
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I feel so much better when I go, so I have resolved not to neglect my practice this year. <br />
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Some of the things I'd like to work on this year: <br />
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--core strength <br />
--shoulder flexibility/openness <br />
--handstands/head stands<br />
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I'm hoping a regular practice will continue to help me in these areas. <br />
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I'm very grateful for everyone I've met on my yoga journey. I can't wait to see where it takes me. Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-64094181599398848562012-01-24T21:09:00.003-05:002012-01-26T00:19:23.567-05:00The Cohabitation Chronicles: Man vs. CatIt's no secret that HH is a dog person. I remember year 1 he was talking about this big ol' horse dog, a cane corso, I think? Whatever it was, it was huge and would need about 3 acres of land to roam and pillage. <br /><br />Uh, no. <br /><br />So, he has to get used to having a cat. His dad has a cat, so it's not like he's never been around them before. Every day he is amazed by the stuff she does, and I'm like, "ok..." I guess because I've had cats most of my life. I WILL say that Bogey is unlike any other cat I've had before. <br /><br />They seem to have some kind of competition going on. Or something. I can't quite figure it out. They have their own communication going on. Mostly him yelling at her for doing some cat like thing like, running under his feet, begging for treats, wanting to sleep at the foot of the bed. When he walks toward the bedroom, she runs that way in attempt to beat him to the door and then run under the bed, 'cause she knows he hates it. I don't know how she knows, but she just knows. Every time I come home from work, they are having some kind of "discussion" and he has now "banned" her from the bedroom. The door is literally closed and she is lurking in the laundry room, waiting for the chance to sneak in. LOL! <br /><br />In the past few days, I've gotten the following text messages while at work: <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Where are the incense??? This d*mn cat stinks!"</span> (left a present in the litter box for him, I guess) <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Crazy azz cat in here doin' wind-sprints!" </span> (anyone who has a cat knows they will just burst into random sprints around the house. I call it the Kitty 500.)<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"This d*mn cat just sh*tted smellin' like a grown d*mn person! And, got the nerve to be lookin' at me like she ain't did nothin' wrong!"</span> (Riiiiiiight. Because humans always smell like roses and honeysuckle. LOL)<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Ummm...I didn't realize that the quilt was a "dry clean only". So, if the pillow cases come out wrecked from the washer...Bogey did it! :-\" </span><br /><br />Sir. Now we're blaming everything on the cat? LOL! <br /><br />They frequently side eye each other. I had a good pic the other day, but I accidentally deleted it. He was on the couch and she was on the back of the couch. They were just staring each other down. It truly is comical. <br /><br />Every now and then, they have a nice moment. A couple of nights ago we were sitting on the couch watching tv. I was on the right, he was on my left. She jumped up and curled up into the space to his left, and he was rubbing her on the head. Awwwwww. Lasted for about 90 seconds and then she got annoyed. I guess he wasn't doing it right. *shrug* <br /><br />Oh well. My first cat lived for 17 years, so I have a feeling Bogey will be here for a minute. He's gonna have to deal with it! <br /><br />Bless all of our hearts. But we're not getting a dog right now. So...yeah.Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-57895521472990900912012-01-23T21:33:00.002-05:002012-01-23T23:52:08.999-05:00The Cohabitation Chrolnicles: Sharing Space(we can thank Melleaux for that title...lol) <br /><br />Sooooo...it's been 9 days since HH's arrival. Oh - LDR now = HH. His initials. His choice. LOL! We are slowly but surely integrating his things into the house. One thing has become painfully obvious: <br /><br />WE NEED MORE SPACE. <br /><br />Or maybe we need less isht? Well, probably a combination of the two. <br /><br />And the thing is, it's not like he brought a lot of stuff! He didn't even bring furniture. Just...stuff. Clothes. Books. Paperwork. Random tchotchkes. O_o <br /><br />For the past few months its been me and Bogey. We settled into the space and got a routine going. De-clutter each day, major cleaning on weekends everything in its place. <br /><br />Enter the dragon. <br /><br />If dragon = clutter monster! I think clutter makes him comfy! He just sits stuff down the first place he can find. Mostly on the console table in the hall. Sir. No! Why? I feel sort of bad/guilty/frustrated because it's not MY space anymore, it's OUR space...BUT IF YOU DON'T PUT THOSE DAMN KEYS IN THE BASKET WHERE THEY BELONG AND STOP SCATTERING MAIL EVERYWHERE!!! <br /><br />LMAO! OK. I digress. <br /><br />It reminds me of the episode of Tia and Tamera, where Tamera talked to her therapist about moving Adam's things into her condo after they got married. She had to stop thinking of it as HER condo. She had to try to see it from Adam's point of view. <br /><br />I totally get that episode now. <br /><br />So, we're making adjustments. And I don't want this to sound like a complaint post because its not. I wouldn't change it for the world! It's more like a brain dump. And throughout all of this we have laughed so hard. At our "moments" (like me moving something 2 minutes after he sets it down, and him looking bewildered). <br /><br />I'm giving up space in the house and creating shared space in our relationship. <br /><br />#winning!Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-47691122314349097292012-01-01T14:39:00.001-05:002012-01-01T14:39:07.900-05:00New Year, New AdevnturesI think I may have been asleep when the clock struck 12:00...but then I was woken up by what seemed to be a combo of fireworks and gunshots. Gotta love Georgia! <br />
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I'm down here visiting family and friends for the start of 2012. It occurred to me that I hadn't updated my blog with the greatest change that will be happening this year: <br />
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LDR GOT HIS JOB TRANSFER!!! <br />
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He'll be here in 13 days...I think part of me is still in shock. When he Sent me the text a couple of weeks ago saying to "call him ASAP" I thought something was wrong. I called and he said he had gotten a call from his company's headquarters wanting to know if he was still interested in transferring. Well, of course!!! <br />
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Then, being the claim rep I am, I started asking detail questions, for which he didn't have the answers and I was like, "get off the phone with me and call your boss and get the deets!" I learned later that someone here must have gotten fired or quit, and when they went to check the transfer list, his name was at the top. <br />
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So now, we're just preparing. It's been a minute since I shared space with someone. Y'all have seen my shoe collection...I don't know how we're gonna work out closet space. LOL! <br />
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Luckily, we had a skeleton of a plan in place, because we figured when he got the call, it would be a fast transition. His brother is taking his furniture. Duplicate items are being given away. He's trying to get everything he needs to bring to fit in the car. Pretty much his clothes, his stereo, and that's about it. LOL! The 14 year old was a bit upset...I think he thought he was going to come down right away. Once LDR explained to him (there's a reason I rented a 3bdrm house) he understood. Plus there's the matter of reworking the custody agreement. That takes courts, and time. And we need him to get his grades up this second half of the school year. But we will do everything in OUR power to get him down here with us. <br />
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When I left after Thanksgiving, that was a hard goodbye at the airport. I cried as soon as I realized I had to get in the security line (we usually get there early enough to sit and talk). He shed a few tears as well. I think at that time we were just feeling the weight of the distance, and not knowing when our next visit would be. <br />
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Funny how things work out when we do what we're supposed to do, and then get out of the way. :) <br />
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Thanks for all your prayers and words of encouragement. We can't wait to get started on 2012. Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-77349809073263824242011-12-17T10:51:00.001-05:002011-12-17T10:51:29.488-05:00Two Years Ago Today...Well, actually, I don't know when the exact date was. Had I known it would be such a milestone, I might have paid attention. I really had no clue. <br />
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But two years ago this month, my life changed for the better. Why? Because this handsome, intelligent, silly man - who listens to NPR and BBC in the middle of the night - sent me an IM on FB and said, "if you ever want to talk on the phone, here's my number." Now, if you ask the comedian, he will make up a totally different story. But that is, in fact, how it went down. LOL<br />
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Was that our first IM or interaction? Nope. Shoot, we've actually been in the same circles since junior high. We just never hung out directly. So when I got the FB friend request I said, "I know him!" and happily accepted. <br />
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At that time, I had just finished my half marathon. He started asking me about running, and we chatted occasionally. And then there were the horrible dating stories. Like the older dude who wanted to meet for lunch at Chik-Fil-A because he was tired of women taking advantage of him. And Ashy Larry, whom I met in my bowling league in ATL. Actually, it was the Ashy Larry story that set everything into motion. <br />
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After I posted it, along with a photo of the bootleg birthday "present" he got me, it was LDR who said that all these southern men were messing up and leaving the door open for him to swoop in. I don't think I took him seriously, though. <br />
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Then he sent his phone number. We haven't stopped talking since then! <br />
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He's the reason that one of the first apps I downloaded on my iPad was NPR. The impetus for me to go harder when I'm ready to give up. My dad really liked him. Always asked about him when we talked. And LDR took to him like they had always known each other. Even spoke at his funeral. He always checks in in my mom and puts up with her antics (those of you on twitter know the stories, lol). <br />
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I'm so glad that I chose to let things progress instead of trying to orchestrate my life to the T. The more we talked, I realized how much we thought alike and how wrong I had been, up to that point, about what I thought I needed. <br />
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And now, we just need to get to the same city! Can't wait to see what the next two years will bring. <br />
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Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-86737803564651554182011-12-15T20:03:00.004-05:002011-12-15T20:23:07.737-05:00Feast or FamineYou know how when you're single, it's hard to find someone worthy of dating...and then when you're in a relationship, folks come out of the woodworks? That's how it seems to be with my job situation. <br /><br />I promise you, the MINUTE I began giving serious thought to going back to NY, here come the job opportunities. LOL! First, I got a call from a manager I had done a phone interview with previously. She called and told me about a position out of her office, but she wasn't sure if it could be worked from a remote location. She said she'd check with her managers at the end of the week and let me know. I hadnt heard anything before yesterday, so I assumed it wasn't available anymore. Yesterday, my current manager asked me if I had applied, and asked me to forward the confirmation email. Still waiting to hear on that. <br /><br />Then a workers comp adjuster who previously worked for my company, sent an email to someone who still worked for us, asking her to find out if any liability adjusters were looking as they had a position open. I forwarded my resume last Friday. So did another co-worker. We both had interviews today. I kept hearing things about this position that were making me think twice about applying, but what I was told in the interview made me feel much better. It's on a different side of town but the commute wouldn't be bad. <br /><br />On Tuesday, my old supervisor called me and said that she was asked for recommendations for another internal position, and she wanted to know if I was interested. I told her I'd like to know more about it, and the next morning after yoga class, I spoke with a manager in that department. What she told me piqued my interest, so I applied yesterday morning. Today, the director called me to do a phone interview, but I missed him. I left him a message this afternoon. <br /><br />Things like thtis always make me say, "really?!?" My friend Stacy says this is the universe telling me I need to stay in Charlotte. She refuses to discuss relocation with me. LOL! LDR says, "do what you gotta do, babe." <br /><br />So, what I gotta do is wait and see how this all plays out. :)Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-35817353068308229852011-12-09T10:24:00.002-05:002011-12-09T10:33:13.963-05:00Changes, Changes, ChangesSo if we're friends on FB or Twitter, you know I got the news Monday that I'm going to be laid off in February. The account I handle claims on has decided that they are going to handle their own claims in house. <br /><br />Now, they will have some positions up there, but frankly from wh at I've heard, I would not want to work for them directly. Reduction in pay, reduction in vacay time, totally different and very rigid culture. Uh, no. Sigh. <br /><br />This economy makes it so hard because the choices are limited. It's almost like you are just caught between a rock and a hard place. You have to fight like mad to find something halfway decent, or just take what you get and be miserable. <br /><br />I'm weighing options right now, including a move back to New York, since LDR hasn't been able to get his transfer down here. Honestly, if it wasn't for JUST getting the rental house, my immediate answer would be load up the truck and get on back to NY so I can get on with the rest of my life. I don't know what kind of life I'd have in Syracuse, and I certainly never envisioned returning...but at least I'd be with the one I love. <br /><br />Then there is always the option of Virginia, because that's where my sisters are. They have room for me and I know they'd help me until I find another position and get my own place. That's a little closer to NY than I am right now, but without all the ridiculous snow. <br /><br />People keep asking, "what are you going to do?" Um, I just found out on MONDAY - I have not made any decisions as of yet! LOL! I'm just letting the news sink in. It's funny because many people I'm close to are going through changes and it seems like we're all searching for the stability we once had.Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-23145777764765113662011-12-07T09:42:00.001-05:002011-12-07T09:44:18.168-05:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUoe1tHIrLc/Tt97odiUpbI/AAAAAAAAAcU/VYjnjWOm4RU/s1600/Metro.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mUoe1tHIrLc/Tt97odiUpbI/AAAAAAAAAcU/VYjnjWOm4RU/s400/Metro.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683397189818426802" /></a>Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-15667328711278790042011-11-25T10:20:00.001-05:002011-11-25T10:20:23.283-05:00Made It Through!We had to visit three houses yesterday for Thanksgiving. That's a lot of people and a lot of food. Not to mention, I had to try to watch the Cowboys/Dolphins game. Lots to do! <br />
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We got up and headed to the football field so that LDR could play on the Turkey Bowl. That's the annual game where high school alum come back to live their dreams, lol. When we got there, only my brother and one other guy was there. Now last year there were a ton of people and it was probably 20 degrees colder! <br />
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While they waited for players, I went down to the track and started my work out. I got a 5 minute walk and a 2 mile jog in before they decided to head to another city high school to see if everyone had convened over there. <br />
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We made it over to the 2nd school and there were people there, but none from our school. LDR got in the game and I jogged another mile and walked 2 miles, and then we left. <br />
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We showered and headed to my mom's house first. I wanted to see my niece before she left and went to her mom's side of the family. Our gathering was small this year. My sisters stayed down south, and of course my dad is gone. <br />
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LDR only eats fish, and it seems like his family forgets that every year. I asked my mom the day before to fix him some, so soon after we arrived she fried some up for him. I had a small plate of food and we chatted for a bit. Then it was on to my future MIL's house. <br />
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Did I mention that LDR has 10 siblings? 7 on his mom's side and 3 on his dad's side. So momma LDR's house is always a cacophony of sounds; nieces, nephews, siblings, everyone! We settled in to watch the game and then during halftime we watched a DVR'd episode of Restaurant Impossible because LDR's nephew was hired to be a chef at this particular restaurant after it was cleaned up. I had another small plate of food and we had a good time laughing and talking. His second oldest sister asked when I was gonna become her sister in law and I told her to talk to LDR. LOL! <br />
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After my Cowboys' narrow victory over the Dolphins, we headed to my future FIL's house. They didn't cook this year, so I didn't have to make room for another plate. However he FID serve me the best piece of bean pie I ever had in my life. I could use another slice right now! Anywho, we didn't stay too long because LDR decided to work the holiday. We came back to my mom's house and he took a nap in the back bedroom until it was time for work. <br />
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And that was our day! I slept over at mom's and I'm here now while he rests at home. Not sure what we're gonna be doing later. I have really enjoyed my vacay and I'm sad it's winding down. I hope everyone had a great holiday! :) Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-64637803019392397332011-11-18T10:03:00.002-05:002011-11-18T10:10:43.505-05:00Old SoulYesterday, I went to a continuing education seminar for my industry. I always love attending because: A) I get 6 credit hours, B) I get to see old co-workers, and C) they have a holiday party afterwards. :) <br /><br />Anywho, I sat at a table with two of my old co-workers. I was talking to one, I don't even remember what we were talking about, but she asked me if we were the same age. She's about 41, I think. I told her no, that I'd be 37 in January. She said, "you have an old soul." <br /><br />She is not the first to tell me that. And I don't take offense to it at all. I think because my brothers and sisters are so much older than me, I've always been that way. About 10 years ago I had a different co-worker (who worked with us as well) tel lme that I was the "oldest 26 year old she ever met." LOL! <br /><br />Sometimes I do feel like I was born about 7 years past my time...LOL. I like old school music, old school tv shows....you name it. I mean, don't get me wrong - I DO appreciate things from today, especially the technology. LDR teases me all the time about my gadets (iPHone, iPad, etc). But to me, it just seemed like my siblings just had an easier, much more simple time when they were growing up. The ones that are married got married pretty young, and they didn't seem to face all the dating shenanigans and things that I've faced over the past few years. <br /><br />Do you ever feel like you belong in another era?Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-49464658160707196332011-11-17T20:07:00.001-05:002011-11-17T20:07:44.696-05:00DisappointedI didn't get the job. :( <br />
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I was in the middle of a seminar when the HR recruiter called and left a message. When I saw the number, I felt excited. Like, it didn't occur to me that he was calling to say no. <br />
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I called him back on my lunch break, and he reiterated how it was a reallly tough choice for them, and that if any more opportunities came up locally they would let me know. I said ok, and I thanked him for the opportunity, but in the midst of the call I felt like I was in a daze. <br />
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Whaddya MEAN they don't want me? <br />
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I've had interviews where they called me 6 hours layer and offered me the position. <br />
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Sigh. Oh well. Back to the drawing board. Onward and upward. All that jazz. I just wish I wasn't so bored where I am now. I'm watching things go on around me that just are not right/fair, so I will just keep working to get out of the situation. Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-85669772697830962192011-11-03T11:40:00.002-04:002011-11-03T11:43:34.159-04:00Three Things ThursdayI am looking forward to this weekend! So glad it's Thursday. <br /><br />1. Speaking of three, I currently have 3 computer monitors on my desk. Why? Because we are transitioning to the computer system of the company that bought us out. It has NOT been smooth. I already have a headache today. <br /><br />2. I sent out my thank you notes for my interview on Tuesday. It was a panel interview with 4 people, so I was looking online to see if I should send one letter or four. I ultimately decided on four separate letters. Let me tell you, it is a challenge to come up with 4 thank you notes about the SAME interview, and have them all be different. But I think I nailed it. :) Now, we just await their decision. Cross your fingers and toes! <br /><br />3. I will be in NY and see LDR in 16 days! *squeals with delight* <br /><br />So what's going on with your Thursday?Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-41285018329807559602011-10-31T11:57:00.004-04:002011-10-31T12:08:17.984-04:00Cued Up on the Kindle AppOK, this is the last post of the day. I swear. But I had to tell you about this, before I run to the dentist: <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dy3fKwp3U_0/Tq7GNz6prMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/vM80_S3B0Ic/s1600/the%2Bleftovers%2Btom%2Bperotta.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dy3fKwp3U_0/Tq7GNz6prMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/vM80_S3B0Ic/s400/the%2Bleftovers%2Btom%2Bperotta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669686921482841282" /></a><br /><br /><em>The Leftovers - Tom Perotta</em><br /><br />Imagine you and a friend are out to lunch, chatting, eating your salads. All of a sudden, your friend is just gone. Disappears into thin air. You find out throughout the day that many people in your town have just vanished without a trace. <br /><br />That is the setting for The Leftovers. What happens to the people who are left behind if there is a Rapture? Is it even a rapture? Or a 'sudden disappearance,' as the government has labeled it? <br /><br />Of course, nobody knows the answer to that, but so far I am loving what I've read. I think one of the main reasons I like it, is that he didn't write it from a preachy, religious standpoint. There are religious themes mentioned, but you are introduced to a variety of characters. People who are just trying to go on with life as usual...and then some who are moving on with life in not-so-usual ways. It's like he just sat down one day and thought about what would really happen if this went down. <br /><br />I've found myself just reading and reading. I fell asleep next to the iPad last night. It's fiction that makes you think. I can't wait to see what unfolds next.Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-60512410005589080692011-10-31T11:16:00.004-04:002011-10-31T11:53:16.065-04:00This Needs Help<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j3a1oMS2wcg/Tq69opsfJZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/QWy-WEDD4Oo/s1600/closet%2Bphoto.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j3a1oMS2wcg/Tq69opsfJZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/QWy-WEDD4Oo/s400/closet%2Bphoto.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669677486990894482" /></a><br /><br />Yeah. No bueno. This is my precarious set up for my shoes. LOL! Tinisha, my loctician, has challenged me to reduce my inventory to 50 shoes. I haven't started that transition yet. Right now, we're at about 72. <br /><br />I was looking at this at the Container Store: <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4wvyMMN9t8/Tq7AjDvMZvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/60Hh_PHK1Sg/s1600/shoe%2Borganizaer.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4wvyMMN9t8/Tq7AjDvMZvI/AAAAAAAAAbs/60Hh_PHK1Sg/s400/shoe%2Borganizaer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669680689437239026" /></a><br /><s>Two</s> Three problems:<br />1. I'd need like 6 of those things. That's a lot of cash. <br />2. The reviews on this are pretty iffy. <br />3. I don't actually think my shoes would fit in these boxes...and I only wear a 7.5 (sometimes an 8 if I REALLY need the shoe in my life and there's no 7.5 available. What?). <br /><br />I need suggestions. I'd really like something like the shoe organizer above. I need to find someone who's good with wood and they can just build me one from scratch. LOL!Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-86118081398069547612011-10-31T10:52:00.004-04:002011-10-31T11:12:23.585-04:00Winning! (in my Rockstar Stacy voice)If you've been reading through any of my yoga posts, you know that I struggle with headstand poses - both the tripod headstand and the regular headstand. There's something about being upside down. <br /><br />This morning, Stacy took me into a wide legged straddle on the mat, and then said that if I wanted I could play around with tripod/tripod headstand. I decided, eh - why not? <br /><br />So first I went into tripod: <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6GuZS9v5Ps/Tq63JKYg7aI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1kZl9v8sGUY/s1600/tripod.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6GuZS9v5Ps/Tq63JKYg7aI/AAAAAAAAAbI/1kZl9v8sGUY/s400/tripod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669670348939914658" /></a><br /><em>(that's me from earlier this year) </em><br /><br />Then, I got focused. I found my drishti - in yoga that is your gaze/focal point. It's helpful in balancing poses to have a drishti to keep your concentration and focus on your breathing. After that, I started my transition into the headstand. Stacy is always telling us that we shouldn't rush into poses...much like life, we need to focus on the transitions. <br /><br />For some reason, I always start with my right side, so I carefully lifted my right knee from my elbow and pushed it straight into the air, then pointed my toes. Normally, I would immediately try to push that left knee up, but this time I waited. I waited until I had my balance and my abs were engaged. Then I pushed my left knee up (and this is really more about your core than your leg strength). <br /><br />Voila! I was up in the air! And balanced! And hopefully it looked something like this (I don't know 'cause I couldn't see it. LOL!): <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KD5X5iMc1ds/Tq64IzisZ0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/2U3RINMNM28/s1600/tripod%2Bheadstand.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KD5X5iMc1ds/Tq64IzisZ0I/AAAAAAAAAbU/2U3RINMNM28/s400/tripod%2Bheadstand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669671442320222018" /></a><br /><em>(photo courtesy of fitsugar.com)</em> <br /><br />I'm guessing that a lot of folks can lift both legs at once. I'm not there yet, and I don't know if I'll ever be there. I'm just happy I was able to stay up there for about 3 breaths before I started to tilt and had to bring my legs down. My goal is to be able to hold that for 5 deep breaths and be able to release with control. Maybe one day come back down into tripod and then move into crow. <br /><br />Everything is a work in progress. Even though that ab work in yoga is no joke, I try to focus on my breathing and do it, because stronger abs and a stronger core lead to triumphs like this. <br /><br />Focus on your transitions this week! :)Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-50016288459111361642011-10-30T11:05:00.003-04:002011-10-30T11:12:52.082-04:00Last year on this date, I was at my grandmother's funeral. My dad sang "In The Garden." He struggled to even make it to the funeral. How he had the strength to get up and sing, I have no idea. But he did it. <br /><br />At one point during the service, my dad was holding my right hand, and LDR was holding my left. And I wished that it could just stay like that. But I knew it could. He was dying right in front of my eyes. <br /><br />I know this all went down a year ago, but some days it feels like it just happened. Does that ever go away? I guess that's a rhetorical question. Nobody can tell you how your own grief is going to play out for the rest of your life. I'm really just rambling...but it's my blog, so that's what it's here for. :) <br /><br />I wondered how I would feel a year after the fact. Like my favorite yoga teacher often instructs me, I'm just going to observe my feelings and I won't judge them. They are what they are.Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6531906232404447720.post-73884016364283975302011-10-29T11:54:00.003-04:002011-10-29T21:05:00.167-04:00Wise WordsHappy Saturday, Bloggers!<br /><br />I'm resting today and trying to do a little detox. Too much sugar and processed foods during the week, and I feel like a mess. <br /><br />I didn't have much to say, but I did want to share some excellent advice from someone I really respect and admire. Way back when I first went natural, my friend Rob said, 'you need to let Tinesha do your hair.' I had no idea what I was doing, but for some reason I never did take him up on that. <br /><br />Fast forward to 2011, and not only is Tinesha the bestest loctician EVAH, through her I've met two other wonderful ladies - Jessica and Kelley. These three women have the greatest spirits - I knew it from the first time I met them. There is just something about them. They make me laugh. They make me think. And every time I leave their salon, I just feel better. I mean, of course my hair is on point, but I just feel better INSIDE. <br /><br />Take a gander at her post about <a href="http://tineshamatthews.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-very-important-to-surround-yourself_29.html">letting the RIGHT people into your inner circle.</a><br /><br />Namaste. :)Mariliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17151714641386870466noreply@blogger.com0