WTF?

I've had this totally strange feeling all afternoon.

I feel genuinely happy. Like, can't stop smiling-50% off shoe sale-gin & tonic on a hot day-happy.

Maybe it was breakfast? (Annie's, hash, 4 cups of coffee)
Maybe it's the fact that it's hard to feel down in a kicky red dress. And I'm getting my car back from Subaru tomorrow after 2 weeks.

Oh, and I remembered to take my drugs on time.
Yeah, that's probably it.

Thursday 13

13 Things I Say Too Often (probably)

1. Oh, for fuck's sake. (thanks Slev.)

2. Seriously.

3. WTF? (I actually say the letters instead of the actual phrase that the letters represent)

4. Just stop. No, really: Just. Stop.

5. My life is a series of illegal left turns.

6. Whoa.

7. I LOVE barbeque.

8. Whatever, I'm a dork.

9. Engineers can't write.

10. There's not enough bourbon in my bourbon.

11. Well, this really sucks.

12. It's fine.

13. No, really, it's fine.

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Power to the yoga

I had a moment of clarity this morning. Everything just fell into place and made sense. I think it was either the 4 hours of sleep I've been getting this week, or perhaps my dedication to yoga practice. And by dedication I mean ogling the yoga lady's amazing body for an hour.

Seriously, this woman is amazing. She has the right amount of muscle tone and isn't too thin. (And if Fashion Week has taught us anything this year, it's that you can, in fact be too thin.) She also told the most amazingly inspirational yoga story. Apparently she used to weigh 65 pounds more than she does now, and lost the weight by doing yoga like 2 times a week. Is that a sell or what?

I stumbled across a blog today that revealed that I am NOT the only person suffering early onset Seasonal Affective Disorder this year. I mean, seriously, wtf? It's not even October yet, why do I feel like crawling into bed for 6 months? (with a bottle of bourbon) I wonder if replacing the burnt out lightbulbs around my house would help?

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All's fair

A few weekends ago my sister and I were looking for something free to do on a Sunday afternoon and we discovered the Sterling Fair. For a low, low admission price of nothing, we got to watch a tractor pull, see a 600 lb pumpkin, pet goats, rabbits and cows, and fall in love with some draft horses. We also ate the best buffalo wings EVER, but those cost $6. (Still, a bargain.)

I was psyched that my sister was as riveted as I was to the draft horse pulling competition. (I mean, the draft horses were pulling things, not being pulled.) We literally could not tear our selves away from the action, and were heartbroken when our favorites, Bob and Pete, dropped out after 11,200 pounds.

I had an embarassing experience at the pharmacy today. I went in to pick up my prescriptions and when I told the clerk my name he looks at me and says, Hey! You're Devon's sister. I admitted that I was and then immediately thought, Oh god, please don't look at what drugs I'm getting. Now, I know that pharmacy people are supposed to be all discreet and non judgemental, but come on, I would totally check out who was getting what and silently marvel. It's like the postman (or woman) reading postcards, who wouldn't?

As soon as I had that thought, David (according to his tag) came back with my drugs and started ringing them up. He glanced down at the package and leaned toward me and said, Oh, do you have epilepsy too? I blushed and said, No, I had other things wrong with me. David gave a a small smile and said, Oh, I take the same medicine for my epilepsy.

On one hand, I thought I would seem more normal if I did have epilepsy, instead of my own personal mood disorder, but then I also felt sort of bad that I couldn't share a moment of solidarity with the nice epileptic pharmacy clerk. Then I just felt like a huge dork having an awkward conversation with a friend of my brother.

So my sister and I cotten-eyed-Joed back to my car and wondered exactly what had happened to ruin the marriage a long time ago. Stupid Cotton Eyed Joe.

Pyramid Arms

In an effort to combat my autumn blues, I decided on a course in public humiliation: belly dancing.

The YMCA just started offering a class and I thought, What the hell?
So I went.

Sometimes you don't realize just how uncoordinated you really are until you are forced to thrust your hips in a room of total strangers. I mean, I never thought I was awesome at dancing, but I never realized just how ridiculous I can make myself look. I quickly learned, however, while thrusting and shimmying and attempting to isolate parts of my body that didn't want to be isolated. The good part is that it's the ghetto Y where a large number of members are old, or totally insane and equally out of step.

I think the best part of the class had to be when we lined up against the wall, the GLASS wall that looks out into the cardio area, smooshed our butts on it and attempted to tuck our pelvis underneath us. Yeah.

Still, it was a good workout, I sweated for an hour and woke up with my hips more sore than I ever imagined they could be. And any workout where I can't move the next day has to be good, right?

Excuse me, I must go practice my Snake Arms.

End of Summer

I hate this time of year. I know that technically it's still summer, but everything is already says "fall". The end of summer makes me unbelievably sad. Even though I have an unbelievably adorable and fuzzy cat in my lap and autumn in New England is unquestionably the best season, I still want to crawl into bed and sleep for 6 months. It's like I can feel my will to live waning with the daylight.