Yo-ga-ga-ga.

Didn't do a WHOLE whole lot today, but I had fun. No complaints. I just sung around the house most of the day. I sung to my cats and dogs more than I usually do. Made up songs about them, about their nicknames, and then sung some real songs 'til I could sing loud enough and perfect enough without sounding like I was straining to hit the high notes. I just sung the high notes 'til they felt like they were emanating from my head and not my nose. That's why they call it a "head voice" Ahhhhhhh... but that's easy. Anyone knows that. There are other more technical reasons why it turns into a "head voice," but I won't bore you with that shit.

Ummmm... I just feel good today in general. Yoga the day before a day off always does wonders. I went to my gym after work yesterday thinking I was walking into a pilates class (because they're usually on Wednesday at 4:30pm), then found out some news. I walked in quietly, stepping over students with their bums already on a mat to grab a yoga/pilates mat for muhself. I placed the mat on the floor, took off my running shoes, socks, etc. The teacher was already there waiting for the clock to scream 4:30pm so she could begin the class. And right as the clock struck 'begin-class-now,' the first words that she blurts out are: "You may have thought you came to a pilates class, but I have news for you... THIS IS YOGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!"






K, she didn't say it like that. That's just how I envision it. It'd be funny if she had said something totally crazy like "This is not a pilates class anymore, this is now a skydiving class." I mean, WHAT?

But no, seriously, the gym's class schedule just changed that's all. We now have two yoga teachers -- one from the USA or somewhere I don't know, and one from South America. They're both awesome and both teach hatha yoga. Though the South American one (who does the Monday 4:30pm yoga class) has a slightly different approach, I like it. I think she taught the Wednesday yoga teacher (the gym veteran/the one I'm used to) some new tricks.

Anyway, onto other matters... I'm finally hosting a Mary Kay party to help out a friend. Or at least, I thought I was helping her out... until I found out she's actual a very high up Mary Kay. Nevermiiiiiiiiind... I'm still throwing the party though. I've been putting it off for almost a year now. I feel cheesy having one, but at least no one has to buy anything and AT LEAST it's not a Saladmaster party. Saladmaster may make you a big healthy meal, but they really hassle you to buy $10,000 titanium cookware. You do get some free cookware pieces when you host though. That's pretty stellar. I want my free wok! That's the next one... I might just host again. Because with a wok, who cares if you don't get a skillet? The wok is all I'd ever use! It's like, multi-use, ya know?

Alright. Enough jibba jabba. Let's get to the REAL vegan meat of this blog:


I DID NOT PICK AT MY SKIN TODAY.


AND if I did, it was just messing with a pimple or something like that. Haha! Seriously though, I really focused on de-stressing and not letting my hands touch my skin or anything. It was awesome. I think singing all day today helped de-stress too. If ever I felt like picking, I just sang instead. Not every time, but a few times. :)

While my coworker was at work, she called me at sunrise on my day off because she wanted a 'favor'. ("Please call me back to find out what favorrr I want...") I mean, what? It was just awkward sounding. Why couldn't she just tell my on voicemail? Pfft... She called enough times, jeesh.

So naturally, I was very very hesitant to call her back. I thought she was wanting me to come in and cover for her or... worse. But since I knew I'd be seeing her at work the next day, and she was obviously not gonna stop calling me even though our work place was now closed, I finally texted her to find out what the crap she wanted. All she had wanted to do was switch hours with me next week. LOL.

My hours next week are SuhhhWEEEEET!



I'm done now.



Night-night beddy bye's.