There's a sucker born everyday OR just because you're better doesn't mean you are better

I love kicking around thinking about random things

Me: Hey. When's the last time you thought about the platypus?

Me: About a half a second ago?

Me: This is why people have a hard time liking you, you know...

OR

how life can go in any direction that will not only be fun but will help me prosper. As of late, I have been seriously considering how great of an empire this dog business can be. Well, as seriously as I personally can. Which is a muted kind of serious at best but I am positive that with enough practice it will grow and become the most majestical of all seriousnesses. Unless it doesn't. I'm cool with that too.

I have the most spectacular dog idea ever. I can't talk about it, because it's a rather fresh idea that still needs cultivating but you and everyone else I can get my hands on will know about it the second it's a reality. Try to understand, it's not that I don't trust you, I just don't trust you. And this is one of the most exciting things I have ever thought of. I'm smiling. Can you tell that I'm smiling?

Last Tuesday a wrestling buddy of the AH and his wife joined us for yoga. This kid is supposedly extreme to the fullest extent when it comes to Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu as in super strong, doesn't often tap out, fights like an animal, etc. He was talked up all day by the AH and after about 5 hours of it, I was feeling all insecure. There's something about sitting down to do a project next to a specialist in the field that makes me jumpy. They don't even have to look at me for me to sense the experience seeping out of their pores to lap against my green. It's me, I know it's me. 6:30 fast approaches and the next thing you know, we're walking into yoga. Since the back area only fit three people I went into the middle of the room and heaved a sigh of relief knowing I wouldn't have to be next to the professional superstar.

The middle of a bright room is way creepy when you are used to a dark corner. I recently decided to stop using a mat. I don't like the way it sometimes slips or how my hands slowly inch their way out of position. There I am sitting in the middle of all these people on mats who are looking at me and back at each other with confused expressions until one of the women asks if I have or want a mat and when I say no thank you she offers to get me one from the closet. I explain how I don't like the mats because everything slips about on me and while the girls take that in and giggle this wicked spaced out hippy chick next to me gets this knowing look on her face and says: oh... yeah... just dropping by... cool. I kept the laughter on the inside but it was awesome and showed me how great the middle of the room can be.

Irony is buying some sweet new yoga gear, not being able to get home in time to change and practicing yoga in dog fur covered work clothing. Warning: Don't wear pants that tie around the waist because when you go from downward dog to child pose your but sticks out BIG TIME.

Yeah, anyway, after class, superstars wife (who is pretty great by what I can tell) is laughing at the superstar and mimicking his breathing issues and grunting throughout the exercise. Ends up he's not good at yoga at all and I still just need to take on the AH (who is shockingly good at it). This is pretty sweet. Next class, I convince her to join me because I will finally have someone who will have fun with me and I'm not pretending anyone is anything but what they are. I will be happy in my space, with no expectations and I will let go of anything I don't need without feeling the need to name it.

This is your third eye: Hi, I'm always open and never run out of yellow energy.