It's January 21st so obviously now is when I suddenly realize I never made any New Years Resolutions ( Read more... )

The scene: The living room, this afternoon. We've just come home from lunch and a fun visit to the Providence Children's Museum. The ESPOSO is preparing to leave for a radio show and the MUNCHKIN is asleep. The INSANE CLOWN BEAGLE is outside. All seems quiet ( Read more... )

The scene: My living room, this morning. I have found a 45 minute hatha yoga class online and have decided to re-start my practice. Solitary Thursday seems like the best time to do this, so I roll out my yoga mat and let the Zen begin ( Read more... )

Yesterday, my back sent me a message. A very clear, firm message. And that message was this ( Read more... )

The scene: Last night, bedtime. I am trying to coerce PATOOT to come upstairs and brush her teeth. She instead is finding ten-thousand different things to talk about as a means of distraction ( Read more... )

So, I still have this insane headache. It's been a week and a half now. Dull aching pain constantly with fun stabby pains periodically (less so now that I'm trying to keep up with my Tylenol intake). I have never experienced a constant, chronic pain like this. It's so...WEARING. And it's effecting every part of my person - both physically and ( Read more... )

So the Esposo told me yesterday that our local Y is currently offering the following deal: a three month membership for $90. Which works out to $30 a month. Let's do some math, shall we? If I actually took my yoga class only once a week, it would work out to be $60 a month. Not like I've been to my class in a dog's age, but you're picking up what I ( Read more... )

A friend of mine, and self-described "Hiking Yogini," just started a new blog exploring how she fits her practice (mind AND body) into her everyday life. She's a great writer, funny, thoughtful and an all-around Cool Chick.

Check it out!

http://blog.hikingyogini.com/

Namaste. :)

Due to some inane scheduling strategy, it is slower than slow at the office today. I mean, it's Watching Paint Dry slow. Frozen Molasses slow. Turtles on Xanax slow. Sloooooooooooow ( Read more... )

So I may or may not have mentioned that my little Munchkin-man has eczema. Itchy, red, I-want-to-scratch-my-cute-baby-face-off eczema. A baby's skin is wicked sensitive in general, so at first the pediatrician wasn't overly concerned. But once the dry, scratchy patches spread from his head to his little bod, today's new parenting buzz-word was ( Read more... )