Rattle
Cindy Maddera
There's a blog entry rattling around in this brain somewhere. It's not like I've been doing nothing lately. The problem it that every time I sit down to write an entry, it just sounds so boring. Does the internet really want to hear about a childless couple attending a four-year old's birthday party? It doesn't matter that it was the coolest birthday party and that I'm really considering having my next birthday at Jump Zone (wonder if they have an age limit).
I'm also getting tired of blog entries about yoga teacher training. We spent eight hours on Sunday covering how to teach routines four and five. By the end of the evening, I was no longer hearing words. I woke up at 4 AM remembering that I left my Sonic drink Chris had brought me at dinner in the yoga studio. Then laid there for an hour worrying about leaving garbage on the floor in the studio. I want to believe that the studio owner realized this drink was mostly full and that I obviously obliviously left it behind. She did right? Right? Sure.
Well, blessedly there is only one more teacher training session left and it doesn't happen until June. Then I do my teaching video and critic and BAM! I'm a certified yoga teacher. Then no more yoga teacher training blog entries. Instead I'll just have to tell you about how bad my yoga mat tastes. I'm not kidding. I've washed it several times, but if I have to lick something off my fingers (like for instance baked Cheeto dust) after using my yoga mat, they taste just awful. Like I chewed asprin mixed with ass. Just thought I'd let the internets know about that.