yay

got thru my ultimate yogi dvd this morning (oh my god how i don’t know) and my class this afternoon and i have to say - i 100% didn’t want to do either, but now i feel fantastic.

tell you one thing my trust is definitely building for - yoga. i need to just trust it from here on out and know that it will serve me. there’s never been one time i didn’t feel better for having done it.

(but my arms and shoulders - ouch!!)

zuhl
zuhl:

In Which I Would Now Like to Die
Kids are down in Mississippi at Grandma’s house this week.
My oldest daughter texts me, “What do you remember about Amy L?”
I run through all Amy Ls I’ve ever known and land on Amy Lxxxx (I’m protecting her identity, obviously).
"Yeah, Amy Lxxxx, I remember her. High school girlfriend."
"We just found a pile of notes she sent you."
AND THEN I DIED.
They (the oldest and the 16YO) then proceed to send me excerpts from the notes. 
Herewith is a sample from a note where she documented reasons why she likes me…
Verbatim:
I love your eyes! (They’re sparkly)
I love your personality (Really wild)
I love your shoulders (don’t ask me why)
I love your arms (” ” “)
You kiss good.
You kiss VERY good.
You like green M’n’Ms
You’re not shorter than me (I hate going out w/ short people)
You like me
You like D^2 (ed. note: that’s how she referred to Duran Duran, her obsession at the time) + you put up with a lot of crap from me
You understand me + know how to make me feel better
I’m going to be over here in the corner, slowly dying while my children send snippets of embarrassment from my past and write themselves out of the will.
(Also, she often addressed the notes to “S.G.” (Sex God), which is cringe worthy all by itself, but even more so when we take into account the fact that any sex we were having back then was purely theorectical in nature (hypothetical, really). Back to dying now.)
Though at least I have it in writing that I am a good kisser.
And that I have sparkly eyes.
LADIES.

this is, and i’m sure will remain, one of my favorite tumblr posts ever. showing your vulnerability let’s your light shine though.
plus it offered an excellent laugh out loud moment.
:))))

zuhl:

In Which I Would Now Like to Die

Kids are down in Mississippi at Grandma’s house this week.

My oldest daughter texts me, “What do you remember about Amy L?”

I run through all Amy Ls I’ve ever known and land on Amy Lxxxx (I’m protecting her identity, obviously).

"Yeah, Amy Lxxxx, I remember her. High school girlfriend."

"We just found a pile of notes she sent you."

AND THEN I DIED.

They (the oldest and the 16YO) then proceed to send me excerpts from the notes. 

Herewith is a sample from a note where she documented reasons why she likes me…

Verbatim:

  1. I love your eyes! (They’re sparkly)
  2. I love your personality (Really wild)
  3. I love your shoulders (don’t ask me why)
  4. I love your arms (” ” “)
  5. You kiss good.
  6. You kiss VERY good.
  7. You like green M’n’Ms
  8. You’re not shorter than me (I hate going out w/ short people)
  9. You like me
  10. You like D^2 (ed. note: that’s how she referred to Duran Duran, her obsession at the time) + you put up with a lot of crap from me
  11. You understand me + know how to make me feel better

I’m going to be over here in the corner, slowly dying while my children send snippets of embarrassment from my past and write themselves out of the will.

(Also, she often addressed the notes to “S.G.” (Sex God), which is cringe worthy all by itself, but even more so when we take into account the fact that any sex we were having back then was purely theorectical in nature (hypothetical, really). Back to dying now.)

Though at least I have it in writing that I am a good kisser.

And that I have sparkly eyes.

LADIES.

this is, and i’m sure will remain, one of my favorite tumblr posts ever. showing your vulnerability let’s your light shine though.

plus it offered an excellent laugh out loud moment.

:))))