This was supposed to be a post where I came to say "Hail to the Redskins!" And where I was going to say, "Thank God, Joe Gibbs is back!" But I am not here to say either of those things after the absolutely pitiful performance my beloved Redskins gave on the football field this evening. Nope. Not going to even say any more about that. Except this. Sunday we're playing the Cleveland Browns. If we lose on Sunday, I'm going to really wonder if there's anything at all that can save my team from another dismal and gloomy season.
So my friend Michelle found this on Ebay. While it would definitely be even more interesting if this guy was from Florida, what I find interesting is that he's willing to sell his vote at all. I must admit that I myself am pretty disgusted sometimes with our entire electoral system, but I am also grateful, truly grateful, that I live in a country where I am able to participate in the democratic process and the election of my government. Now granted, those elected officials may not do the things that I hope that they will do (or even what they promised they would do) and there is most certainly abuse of power in nearly all facets of government from the city and town level all the way to the White House, but still, I think it is important to remember that in this country we actually do get to vote. There are many places in this world where that is not an option.
I went to a Bikram Yoga class today. For those of you who do not know Bikram Yoga is taught in a room that is about 105 degrees in the shade. Holy mother of Hades, it is HOT. The class is comprised of a series of twenty-six postures that are repeated for a total sweaty workout of 90 minutes.
Let's talk about the sweat, shall we? I had sweat dripping down the insides of my knees. People, I didn't know that knees could sweat. My knees have certainly never sweat. Not in this lifetime, anyway. But they sweat today. Rivers of sweat poured off the insides of my knees. My shirt was soaked completely through. Dripping soaking wet. Peel it off your body and throw it right into the washing machine wet.
There were only four of us in the class this morning. Two regulars and two virgins. The regulars were wearing bikinis and now I understand why. Quite honestly, I think I would have been happiest if I were doing the entire thing completely naked. Except then I would have been even more slippery.
Did I mention that you get slippery? You get very wet and then you get very slippery. So when Mr. Yoga Instructor tells you to do the Tree Pose and put your leg as high up on your costume as possible and hold it there it does absolutely nothing but slipslipslip slide right back down to the floor. You grab it with both hands and they slide right off. You get more determined, wipe both hands on your very wet ass and then try and grab again. You get ahold of your foot, but as you're trying to place it on your costume (by the way, I would giggle every time Mr. Yoga Instructor Man would say "costume". "Place your foot on your costume." Giggle) it just doesn't want to stay put at all and goes sliding right down along with the rivers of sweat from your knees that you never even knew could sweat smack dab onto the floor. Mr. Yoga Instructor Man is quite patient. And quite kind. Does not notice all the sweat and that your ass is soaking wet and that there is a visible puddle on your yoga mat. Nope. He just tells you how great you're doing and that you're making wonderful adjustments in the poses. Well, in the poses you manage to actually do. Because remember every part of your body is slippery. And well, it's just not easy to hold a pose when your legs are sliding in two opposite directions and there is sweat dripping from the tip of your nose.
But guess what? I loved it. And I'm going back tomorrow. Because I'm determined to do that Tree Pose. Even if I have to superglue my ankle to my thigh!





















