I hope I get a lot of Coach giftcards (hint hint) for Christmas cause now I want this:

Ain\'t it perty? I'm pissed cause I asked for other gift cards too. Should always just stick with Coach.

I am back. What the hell happened to me? I don't know. A while back Tim mentioned moving and I just kind of figured B4me would go to pot. Apparently it hasn't. So I just took a mini-break.

So let's seee...what's going on with me. I've been teaching yoga a great deal, although not enough yet. Going on a Christmas cruise with the in-laws this year. That should be interesting. I'm sure I'll have stories, but I probably won't reveal em here, since hubby tends to read this site (hi hon). I've been using the same DandB purse since freakin July, which is unlike me and is also a freakin tragedy. I'd like to get a new coach AND possibly another DandB to make up for it for Christmas. No I'm not close to having babies and I'm sick of hearing it. Why does age 30 automatically equal the disappearence of any fun I want to have? DAYUM. NYC is absoultely EXCELLENT, having lots of fun, spending lots of money, eating too much, but loving it. Made a total 180. As you know, my brother moved to Seattle and I'm not pleased. I think that about sums it all up.

What's new here?

I just wanted everyone to know that I purchased a barn photo from Lastexit/Vanessa and it came today and I am THRILLED! Will definitely be getting more pics from her. www.mindfulmotionphoto.com. Go there and buy. She sends it immediately and wonderfully packaged. I hope she takes more barn photos soon (hint hint).

THANKS!

...about what yoga class I wanted to go to and I couldn't think of any. I have to force myself to go lately and that's just sad. I hate new york yoga.

WOW is all I can say. I just came back from THE most horrific yoga class I\'ve ever experienced in many more ways then one.

First of all, it was at a gym. Yoga classes at gyms are typically not so great. But I\'d heard good things about this teacher floating around the gym. So I figured what the hell. It\'s a vinyasa class which means flowing, each movement based around a breath. It\'s pretty vigorous. Well the teacher was this flaming gay guy (and no, I have nothing against gays, I usually adore them) who basically sped the class through poses. It was SO DANGEROUS! As a now yoga teacher myself I know that even very experienced students should never move faster then one pose per breath. We were flying through 2 or 3. No time to work on form, he never asked the skill level of the students, it was just a positively dangerous situation.

So I think to myself, is it worth staying in this class to possibly injure myself? My body is now my cash cow, it\'s not worth the risk. Plus I\'m just horrified by the class. So having my yoga mentality, I know that typically it\'s best to sneak out as quietly as possible. Not to flap mats around, stomp across the room, etc. to interfer with the other students\' vibe. So I decide that instead of walking all the way across the room and putting my mat away I\'d quietly pick up my stuff and tiptoe out. I was right by the door. Well as I approach the door the teacher says in his MICROPHONE (microphone? in a yoga class????) MAAM. MAAM, CAN YOU PLEASE PUT YOUR MAT AWAY! I just left. WTF???? ANYONE that is truly a yogi would NEVER distract the class in that manner. But what could I expect from someone who clearly doesn\'t respect the integrity of yoga and it\'s form. Unreal.

Well what can I expect from a gym, and a New York City gym at that. Actually New York yoga in general.  All people want from yoga is a buff body. Guess what...you can get the physical benefits WITHOUT the gym mentality!!!! I am just so gd sick and tired of every f*cking class I take here in the city. And yes, I\'ve had discussions with other fellow teachers/yoga lovers that feel the same way. Sorry to rant. But honestly...I just can\'t wait to get the f*ck back to CT and the yoga that I enjoy. I\'ll probably end up deleting this but I felt like beeotching. Thanks for listening.

Edited to add: Woohoo! My Om Sanctuary CD just came in. It is THE best cd for savasana (resting at end of class). It's mellowing me out now.

I was just pondering today why as an intelligent person I prefer something like yoga to anything else. It brings me back to my youth when I was a dancer. I really had a natural skill at it, and was always the best one. (Timbo can attest to this, I'm not just blowing smoke up my ass.) Back then I always wanted to be a dancer, and I can remember my parents telling me that it wasn't a career, being a dance instructor didn't make any money, you didn't need college, etc. So of course I didn't pursue it. I wonder if I knew then what I knew now would I have done things differently?

Anyhoo, now I'm back to a more physical career. I wonder if that is the proper use of my intelligence, the mind/body awareness tha many people don't have. I'm not going to pretend I'm kick butt at yoga...but I have the ability to read my body and translate thoughts into movement. Who knows, I'm just yapping at this point. I just think there's something there...the fact that both things I was passionate about are somewhat related. I just hope I can accept what I do and not feel ashamed of it.

I think this article might be of interest for a few of you die hard Hoff fans...

http://news.yahoo.com/s/eo/20060727/en_celeb_eo/19612

Enjoy, dedicated fans.

I haven't actually posted a new blog in ages. I guess there hasn't been anything that exciting going on, good or bad. I'm happy cause next week we are off to VEGAS BABY, just the hubby and I. His boss is on vacay so we figured lets do something fun. Vegas is great, gambling, food, drinks, etc. I love it. We've never actually been together, so that should be fun. I also love a good solo vacation with the hub, while I enjoy having friends around I really have the most fun when it's just him and I. Probably because I can totally relax and be myself. And we are generally on the same wavelength. So it should be great. Hot as a bitch, but hell I'll be in the air conditioned casinos wooping some blackjack/craps ass. YO ELEVEN!

So a brief description of my husband's job (very brief), he works for a fairly famous radio and television personality who does some stage shows throughout the year. He is quite well off. Anyhoo, this wkend was the last stop of the summer tour, and I was invited to go along. This means private jet travel. As I'm sitting on the jet I think to myself, most people will never in their lives have a chance to even see the insides of a private jet so I should do my duty and give them a little description of the process. It's un-frickin-believable.

So Glenn (his boss) has to make a speech in Minneapolis and then on to Tulsa for his last stage show. We fly out to Minneapolis Friday, fly to Tulsa Saturday, and back home Sunday. I of course, the worrywart that despised flying is totally freaked out. I hate flying. Turbulence scares the shit out of me. Anyway I digress. So we get to the plane which seats about 8, really 7 comfortably. Nice big leather seats. No security, just hop on. Pilots are right there in front of you. Apparently you can request whatever food/drink you'd like on the plane, Glenn had his usual lunch, a meat and cheese plate and strawberries with cream. Oh and his favorite, Coke zero (which I find nasty but that's a different story). Also there's tons of snacks, sodas, and liquor. Crazy. The plane takes off at lightening speed. It's like BING BANG BOOM and you're up there. But very smooth! CD player, DVD player to use. I mean it's totally ridiculous. I can't fly commercial anymore which is a shame because I have a feeling I won't be affording any private jet rides any time soon. The landing had some turbulence but not enough for me to totally freak out. Best part...you land and your limo is literally waiting on the tarmac about 10 feet away. Not to mention the ass kissing. I was meant for fame.

I did my very first successful Pincha Mayurasana today in yoga. It's so satisfying to accomplish something you've worked so hard for. Not that the ends should justify the means...the process is just as great. But still...how cool does it look.

From here I will work on Scorpion, or Vrischika:

Maybe next year...

I created a lame ass page at myspace.com/bkro9. It's pretty much a pos site but I was feeling old. Feel free to be my friend.

Myspace is a POS, doo dah, doo dah,

Myspace is a POS, oh the doo dah day.