Happy 4th of July!!
I love this holiday. I remember so many 4th's when I was younger. There was the one where our friend Rebecca lit her shirt on fire with a misfiring Roman candle. Or the one where Charles got attacked by hornets. Ahh...the memories.
In honor of the occasion, I will be working to collect my holiday pay. I bet the FAA has their best attendance ever on holidays. Being that today is a Sunday as well, I would be losing hundreds of dollars to go enjoy hot dogs and sit in traffic. I really want a new dishwasher far worse than mesquito bites and more adventures in avoiding drunken drivers. Besides, one benefit to my career is going up the tower after sunset and watching every fireworks display in the DFW metroplex. It really is neat. About 15 stories up with not a high building around.
I probably won't be making an entry tomorrow, not that I'm sure anyone is reading this. I have to work this evening with an 8 hour break and then Monday during the day. Monday nights are a big deal for me too. Hot yoga is on Monday nights. Ohhh yeaaaa.
I love hot yoga. I tried some yoga in Japan after a foot injury and never really did anymore of it, mostly due to the whole single mom thing. That was until January when I joined a gym (another one of those 20 or so resolutions) and started going. I liked the regular yoga classes pretty well, but then a friend of mine convinced me to try Bikram Hot Yoga. My life has never been the same.
The thing about yoga is that it can seem intimidating. When you see yoga stuff, you think hot women with perfect bodies twisted up like some freak contortionistic hell dance. Real yoga classes are nothing like that. I love it because there is ALWAYS someone fatter, less flexible and more out of shape than me.
They turn the room up to 105 degrees with added humidity, and you sweat sooooooooo much that seemingly every ounce of tequila consumed during the weekend prior leaves my body in a hurry. My pores, oh my pores, feel so young and fresh after it's over. I don't think I've ever lost less than 4 pounds on the spot. And there is one more thing that keeps my attendance near perfect...hot Army guy. I don't even know his name, but I always try and get a spot close too or at least with a good view of hot Army guy. He's always wearing Army shorts and bringing comic relief to the oft awkwardness of bending your sweaty ass straight in the air in an extremely close proximity to total strangers. If he ever stops attending, I would probably still go, but he would be sorely missed. I look forward to seeing his sweating biceps in a tree pose all week.
So you now understand why there will be no more posting until Tuesday at the earliest.
--A
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