Okayyy, I’m going to go ahead and take back everything I ever said about yoga. Except that one time when my yoga instructor told me to let my skeleton escape from my skin and imagine my thigh bones are rainbows. That part still stands as the craziest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say to me.
Long story short, I got really bored with my 30-day shred routine, and not bored in the “I’ve nailed this, moving on and look at my giant muscles” sense, but more of the “just thinking of it makes all the stress immediately return to my thighs” sense. I figured that at this rate, I’m going to give up completely so I thought I’d move on and try something a little more relaxing, like yoga – letting my stress melt into into the floor and all that.
#1. Jillian Michael’s idea of yoga is not relaxing at all. You want the happy baby pose? Do it on your own time. Corpse pose? Don’t even think about it. Which brings me to point 2.
#2. Yoga is HARD. Not as hard as the 6-week 6-pack routine but much harder than I thought. But it’s the good kind of hard. My back is extra happy with all the core-strengthening poses it’s been getting.
#3. In fact, it’s so hard that I ended up mercilessly butchering most of the poses I attempted, which is a good thing I’m doing it at home where very few people will get to see it. Although the husband did at one point laugh his head off. Good thing he didn’t see the part where I got stuck in a pose and couldn’t get out of it and I panicked for a whole minute before slowly letting myself fall over to the side.
#4. There’s none of that “letting your buttocks blossom” yogaspeak so if you’re into that sort of thing, this probably isn’t for you. In fact, I’d say it’s a yoga-inspired regular ass whipping by Jillian Michaels so make of that what you will.
#5. My kids doing synchronized yoga is about the cutest thing in the whole world. That session there was so cute it just killed me dead right on the spot.
Today is a little sappy because it’s the husband’s birthday and sometimes husbands deserve a birthday post in their honor. Especially when it’s a milestone like 33.
The first time I celebrated his birthday was when he turned 21 and 12 years on, we’re still at it so I’d say that it’s turned out quite well indeed.
So let’s see, here are some fun facts you might not know about the husband. He’s probably going to slaughter me for posting this on the blog but it’s all part of the territory, being married to someone who owns a blog and has very little self control when it comes to matters of oversharing.
1. We call each other baby. Or babe for short. As in I call my very strong and macho husband the same term of endearment I use on girly girlfriends. I’m not sure how it works but it works and he’s manly enough not to mind it one bit.
2. He has more shoes than I do. Marginally but still, more is more.
3. He’s the biggest U2 fan I’ve ever seen. I’m talking every single album + hours and hours on youtube listening to the same song kind of fan.
4. He really good at making up wacky games for the kids. Till this day, I still don’t know how the oobie doobie game works but the kids seem to get the rules.
5. In another life, he would be Walter White. Minus the chemistry teacher bit and cancer bit and the meth bit. Also the generally being an ass bit. He’d be a really sweet and nice and much hotter Walter White.
6. He writes better than I do. It’s a difficult feat to achieve but sigh…
7. He once shouted “LIME! LIME! LIME! I NEED LIIIIIIME!!! in a crowded supermarket on a dare. Thankfully, I’ve stopped issuing dares and he’s stopped accepting them.
8. He likes stationery. I know, it’s crazy. He loves going to stationery stores to look at writing implements and notebooks and folders!!??? I guess it sort of makes birthday present shopping easier but I don’t know what to all the stationery we have at home.
9. When we first got together, I told him that I was planning to have 7 kids and he said with a straight face, “ok!”
10. He’s my best friend in the entire world. It’s sappy for couples to refer to each other as their best friends but there it is. I love hanging out with the guy and we still talk for hours about everything from which Disney villain would win in a smackdown (hands down, Ursula) to who gets first dibs on getting an autograph if we ever meet Robin Van Persie (that would be me, obviously).
I sometimes think that our family of 5 is off on a little sailboat out at a great big scary sea. And I’m glad I’ve got him with me on the boat, all calm and strong and brave and steady, making sure we get to where we’re going and we’re enjoying the ride while we get there. I would follow this man anywhere.
Happy birthday, sweetheart!