January 15, 2015 § 2 Comments
Here’s some lighter blogging material, complete with Caps Lock and way too many parenthetical clauses:
I am going out to Michigan next week, from Friday the 23rd through Tuesday the 27th, and I cannot wait. Even though the absolute best part of visiting MI is seeing my family: Jul, Daniel, the dynamic duo of Leo and Lucy, and now my sister Cathy as well, there’s also all the friends I’ve made over the years from that flat, windy state. Especially Veronica. (I only refer to her as my friend because I don’t like to swear on my blog. And because I need to stay on her good side for the next two weeks.) Veronica and I have a baffling, discourteous, constructed on an elaborate mountain of lies, friendship in which she is a jerk to me and I am a spotless victim. Basically she’s awesome. Anyway, she’s promised to bring her laptop over so we can watch the 3rd (and inconsolably final) season of The Newsroom. YAY VERONICA I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU! I watched the first two seasons with my ex-boyfriend, but wasn’t able to watch the third because I don’t have HBO. Enter Vee, with her Superwoman cape firmly in place and a (few dozen) bottle(s) of wine, and I’m finally getting to ogle Jim Harper again.
It’s been too long since I blogged about how wonderful my pet rats are. (I consider myself something of a rat apologist.) Charles is the dark rat in the pictures, and he’s my snugglebug. His favorite thing to do once I let him out of the cage is to jump up on my bed next to me and curl up against my arm. He knows if he stays there, I won’t be able to resist, and instead of putting laundry away or something, I’ll give him a good ear rub every time. Charlie isn’t the most handsome rat but he’s definitely the cuddliest rat I’ve ever owned, even more than my Mervy. Charlie loves sleeping, and is losing a little weight (and fur unfortunately) now that he’s older, but he still hops around my room with plenty of energy.
Henry is the other rat, the younger one with the white and brown coloring. He is ridiculously funny. He does the silliest things like dragging around sheets of tissue paper that are three times as long as his own body, shredding holes in the hammocks in the cage, hopping from corner to corner of my room. He plays Tag with me: he’ll run up to my hand, lick it, wait for me to tickle him and flip him over, run away for about 15 seconds, and then come back and lick me again. My little Hen is the cutest rat ever.
I’ve been rewatching Arrested Development on Netflix and I laugh out loud every single episode. I also just finished watching Sherlock as well, and it hooked me from the beginning. I can’t wait for the next season? episode? whatever is coming. #Sherlolly for life
Back when I worked at the elementary school (wow, 8 years ago already!?) we offered a yoga class for a while, that began right after classes ended for the day. I did yoga for almost a year and loved it. I haven’t done it since, just because of conflicting work schedules and other things taking up importance, but last night I finally felt the burn of high plank pose again. Man, it’s been too long. My friend Erica offered to introduce me to the delights of hot yoga at Melt in Edwardsville and to my surprise (being one of those annoying winter lovers through and through!) I really enjoyed it. The room was about 95 degrees and I was sweating like a prize racehorse. But it felt good, really really good, to stretch my body and move through the different yoga poses again. I never felt faint or like I couldn’t breathe, it was my muscles that were the problem. My arms were shaking by the end. I can’t wait to go back.
And because this is the internet in 2015, I leave you with An Inspiring Quote that I discovered recently: “Goodness is diffusive of itself.” – Aquinas. I like that. I like to ponder that. Goodness is beautiful.