I am subsisting almost entirely on peppermint mochas and chocolate milkshakes. It’s delicious. I’m dying.
|Me:||Are we shopping, or can I put on comfy pants?|
|R:||You said you were sick. Therefore I will go and apprise you of my findings. Because being sick sucks. Put on your comfy pants.|
As promised to Bethany; some of the required reads from my TTs. Took me a couple days to compile this for her because I had not realized how spread out my books were all over the house. So I’d find a book stack, dust it up, put them back where they belonged and add to the list (practicing with Siri on the Mini). I almost left out one of my favorites because it was in the room I’m currently practicing in. With that said, I think I got the best ones. There are more but this is a great start for a yoga library.
You’re kind of my favorite.
My brother accidentally got me smoked salmon at Costco instead of salmon filets (this is what you get for sending a non-fish eater to do your grocery shopping). I decided to recreate my favorite breakfast dish from my favorite hometown diner: Scottish Eggs Benedict from Mark’s Cafe in Tempe, Arizona. (He’s got seven kinds of Eggs Benedict, but Scottish is hands down the best, especially reheated the next day.)
- 1 English muffin
- 2 eggs (fried over easy because I don’t know how to poach)
- Healthy Hollandaise Sauce (made with just yogurt, butter, and egg yolks)
It’s got nothing on Mark’s (because his comes with breakfast potatoes and real Hollandaise sauce), but it will do until my parents come down for Christmas and bring me some takeout.
I know how I’m eating the rest of my smoked salmon.
All done. My tree is decorated and lit, my 12 Days of Christmas dishes are out, and my shatterproof wreath has yet to shatter (we’ll see about that). My Olive the Other Reindeer popup advent calendar is just the cutest, and my stocking (made by my grandma and far superior to my brothers’) is hung on the bookshelf with care. Now to see if my garland stays up—my humidifier has not been kind to the command hooks. #Christmas #home
Spring cleaning? Whatever, I clean in every season but spring.
I woke up yesterday feeling like crap. I employed that other good ol’ fashioned thing—wishful thinking—and hoped that I wasn’t getting sick. (That lasted all of 20 hours until I woke up at 3 am unable to swallow. Yep, tonsillitis. Woot.) Instead, I decided that the crud in my chest, throat, and nose was a combination of winter dryness and a filthy living area.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m a fairly good housekeeper. I follow UFYH's cleaning schedule. I love Saturdays because they mean clean sheets and a freshly made bed as well as a new towel and PJs.
But I decided the weekend called for a little more… oomph.
- First I decided everything was going to get washed in hot water. I usually do cold water washes to save on my gas bill, but every so often it feels good to scald the stuff that is close to my skin (i.e. my sheets).
- I also washed my pillows. Definitely have something to fluff them in the dryer. Even with my hedgehog dryer balls, my pillows come out a little lumpy. Nothing a few nights’ sleep won’t cure.
- I defunked my towels with baking soda and vinegar. So. Much. Fluff.
- While I was doing five loads of laundry, I cleaned my mattress with baking soda and lavender oil. My mattress is twenty years old. First order of 2014 is getting a new bed.
- Before I went to bed, I sprinkled my carpet with the same baking soda / lavender oil mixture I used on my bed. This morning I forgot about it and was confused about the white stuff. But then I vacuumed it up, and all was well.
- Finally before bed I cleaned myself. I adore this detox bath recipe. I keep a huge container of it in my bathroom. I try to limit my baths in winter (my skin rebels in the summer, so winter is pure hell), but last night called for something drastic. I added a couple drops of peppermint oil just to clear the air, as it were.
So while I feel like crap, at least my apartment doesn’t look it. I’m going to make a pillow nest on the floor. You can find me there if you need me.
The problem with doing yoga to “A Charlie Brown Christmas” is that you can’t be still. There’s a little jazz shoulders in lotus, some jazz hips in cat/cow, and some jazz vertebrae in reclined twists as everything cracks into place. #yoga #Christmas #charliebrown #music #jazz #vinceguaraldi
arichandrasana answered: TKV Desikachar’s Heart of Yoga- my favorite. Also make sure to always have on hand a copy of Patanjali’s sutras(Swami Satchidananda version)
Ari, you never lead me astray. Added to my wishlist.
ginkoleaf answered: The Science of Yoga by William Broad. Yes, it caused much controversy in the yoga world but it is an excellent and informative read,
I’ve had this on my bookshelf for longer than I care to admit. How awful is it that I sent it to a friend so we could read it together… and then I didn’t read it myself?
delahrambles said: The Sutras & The Gita are great places to start if it’s philosophy you’re looking for. I’ve got tons to share on this as an RYT500 we had a pretty extensive book list.
Billie, you are a never-ending source of wisdom and discussions about delicious food.
Still accepting submissions of people’s favorite yoga books! Since no library within 60 miles has any of them, I’m saving up my Amazon points for a shopping spree.
Not turning on my humidifier last night was the biggest mistake of my young life. I feel like death.
I lost my coffee. I was sad.
I found it under my pie plate. I was happy.
Pumpkin pie and coffee.
C: I should have worn a bigger bra.
Me: Um… pants?
C: That doesn’t happen to you? Food doesn’t go to your boobs?
J: Can’t say it does. Lucky bitch.
Started the day turning off my alarm, rolling over, and going back to sleep for an hour. (Perks of living in a military town: longer holiday weekends.)
Got a peppermint mocha and made the 70 mile drive to my brother’s to pick up the pumpkin pie(s) and rolls (and almond milk and rice crackers) he picked up for me at Costco last night.
Cuddled with my sister-in-law’s running friend’s baby girl… until my brother stole her back for more cuddling, after which I cuddled with my four-year-old niece.
Picked up wine and flowers on my way home.
Settling in for lunch and a nap before commencing the pre-holiday clean-up.
Happy Thanksgiving Eve.