The Queen Bee

My office decided to do the Halloween costume contest up big.

So of course, I had to something with a bee.

So Cruella Deville and I had to show off our stuff!

Happy Halloween everyone!

A great reminder

Expectations are things that trip me up.

I’m not sure why I have fallen back into expectations, but I got a good kick in the pants and it’s time to get back to appreciation and gratitude.

Expectations put an unnecessary pressure to situations, and I have found that they also limit my ability to appreciate.

I’m starting off with a fresh perspective this morning.

I’m so grateful for the kick in the pants that woke me up from expectations and reminded me to appreciate the gifts in front of me.

Have you ever been grateful for a kick in the pants?

Just be weird

I have no idea if this is an authentic quote or not. There is so many odd memes out there anymore, but I like it.

I recently reconnected with someone I knew when I was in college. The more I speak with them, the more I realize how much they don’t get me. That’s ok.

I am committed to just being my own weird self, and enjoying as much as I can.

Temporary bad decisions

Most of my friends have tattoos. I do not.

I can admire them on my friends, I just can see one on me.

I’ve ordered temporary tattoos before, but I couldn’t commit. Isn’t that funny? It’s temporary, and I still couldn’t commit.

This one I might do. I just don’t know where to put it. It will last 10-15 days. I already feel myself chickening out. Jeesh!

Ready for Halloween?

Image from Noble Works Cards

Do you get dressed up for Halloween? Do you decorate?

Since my kids, and most of the neighbor’s kids have grown up, Halloween has slowed down in the neighborhood.

This year, one of our professional groups is having a bowling party, and we are supposed to dress up. Bowling, and dress up….Not the first thing I would pick to do on a Thursday evening. I can manage for 3 hours, I hope. The crash of bowling pins is not my favorite sound.

I ordered a queen bee costume, but I hate it. I think I will keep the wings, the sash, grab my birthday tiara and make a go of it.

Halloween used to be fun, but it holds nothing for me anymore without little kids coming to the door, full of fun and anticipation.

Early voting

We gathered together yesterday for the 1st day of early voting. Turn out was amazing. I stood together with my son and husband, and waited our turn to cast our ballot. The line wrapped around the building, but moved quickly.

There was a spirit of excitement and enthusiasm in the line. The election officials were accommodating , and efficient.

We even saw Air-force 1 fly over carrying The President to his Rally here in Houston. The Toyota Center holds less than 30,000 people. Over 100,000 requested tickets, and over 150,000 made their way downtown and watched as a community on the jumbo screens placed to share the event with the massive overflow crowd. There was no violence in the crowd, which is a relief considering what happens in Oregon, Washington, and New York to people wearing anything with MAGA on it.

I really don’t care what you think of President Trump, I respect the office, and his ability to get things done, and I’m immensely grateful that I get to vote. I don’t condone violence if you don’t agree with me, nor would I hate you for it. That being said, any ugly comments will be removed from the site. Be cordial, or be quiet.

Yoga, friends, and letting go

I was in a minor fender bender this weekend. Not my fault, I got rear-ended by a youngster on a slick road on Saturday. She wasn’t supposed to be driving the Mercedes, and she was quite a little brat about the whole thing. She wouldn’t give me her insurance info. . My Jeep has a tow hook, and it did a fabulous job of decimating the front of her hood. Her hood crumpled the bottom of my bumper. So I called in the police to the scene to write up a formal report. The police took care of her uncooperative attitude.

I wasn’t happy about how I handled the situation, because I let the little brat get to me. I kept my composure, but I allowed the situation to replay in my mind. I found myself grumbling, and complaining. Time to let go.

There was a new class listed at the yoga studio on Sunday afternoon, and my yoga buddy Kimberly asked me to go. Yoga with my buddy? Yep, I’m in. It was a really small class, in our cozy little room that smelled of lavender. Having Kimberly to encourage me, and focusing on breathing in and breathing out left me relaxed, and my mind was thankfully at peace.

It’s amazing how far I’ve come in the last year, from barely touching my toes in forward fold to now having my palms on the floor. Going from Down Dog to Plank without huffing and puffing. Not overly complaining about Chaturanga, the slow low push up. I know I have a ways to go, but I’m getting better. Progress is a good thing.

I’m grateful that no one was hurt in the accident. I’m more grateful that my practice has taken me from looking at others and being discouraged by the difference in technique to just focusing on my technique and getting better.

I love this Bunny Yoga poster. It’s so much more my style than the perfect body yoga posters.