Feeling the yoga burn this morning!
Last evening's session proved to be as invigorating and inventive as last week.
New poses introduced.
More muscles proclaiming their discontent with this new, active regime.
A carpet burned elbow still smarting from yesterday's early morning misadventures.
Oh well.
I lost another 5 pounds, bringing the total weight loss to 56.2 pounds.
I'll live with the burn and minor, irritating pain thank you very much.
I live with the kids and Stephen, so compared to that pain, a little yoga is nothing.
This morning, after depositing a grumpy Emily at school, we were leaving the school grounds and hit the red light at Regent and Prospect, in front of the high school.
While sitting in the car, listening to Stephen grumble about how he would NEVER go left at this intersection because there is too much traffic. . . .
. . . .causing me to respond that if he didn't like it he could drive first thing in the morning. . . .
. . .we were watching the "smokers" at the very edge of the boundary between the smoking and non-smoking sections of the school. . .
. . .an issue I will address at a later date. . .
. . .when we witnessed one of these early morning nicotine junkies toss her large Timmie's Roll Up the Win cup. . .
. . .to the ground.
Not in the garbage.
Not in a recycle bin.
Not even in her bag to be deposited in an appropriate trash receptacle at a later time.
To the ground.
All for a 1 in 6 chance to win a cup of very, very, very bad coffee, carb-laden bagels smothered with an ice cream scoop worth of cream cheese, sugar and fat infested donut?
Simultaneously, we destroy our bodies and the environment.
Consider the increasing garbage in our landfills!
http://www.ctvbc.ctv.ca/servlet/an/local/CTVNews/20110313/bc_tim_hortons_contest_boycott_110313/20110313?hub=BritishColumbiaHome
Stunned.
We were stunned.
At least our kids, for all their faults, have the common sense to put their garbage in the garbage can.
Or their recyclables in the appropriate bin.
Because if I ever saw them toss garbage on the ground, or heard they had been tossing garbage on the ground, they would become armless, hence no need to toss anything, anymore.
Today it's garbage tossing.
Tomorrow: fracking.
Emily officially begins Driver's Education in April.
YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Because she has become obsessed with getting a driver's licence, while I am equally obsessed about not being the one to teach her.
For eight weeks, 3.45-7.15, she will learn the ins and outs of driving.
It's worth the cost to have someone else teach her.
Of my three children, I think she'd be the easiest to teach to drive.
But I don't want that responsibility.
Nor do I think parents should teach their children to drive.
Leave it to the professionals.
I didn't get a driver's licence until I was in my early thirties.
Which should not be confused with whether or not I actually operated a motor vehicle.
My father had spent more than once summer teaching cadets to drive, so it seemed reasonable that he could teach me the one thing I couldn't do.
And still can't really do, if I am to be honest.
Parallel park.
If I am in a position where I think I may have to engage in parallel parking, I'll make Stephen drive.
On the odd occasion where he is unavailable. . . .
. . . .because I have noticed that Stephen will often have the car on his own, but I almost never do. . . .
and parallel parking is the difference between getting to where I have to be on time, or arriving 45 minutes late because I've had to park in the next city over. . . .
I will parallel park.
Providing oodles of entertainment for those unfortunate souls who have to watch me attempt to get the car as close to the curb while ensuring it is straight, at the same time.
Another instance where I think passing the hat may be a viable option.
What really puts my panties in a twist is that now, if you have the means, you can purchase a car that will parallel park for you.
Now THAT is my idea of parallel parking.
Em will be the first of our children to get a driver's licence.
In spite of the fact that she is the youngest of the kids.
Keith abjectly refuses to even consider getting a driver's licence.
And Mer?
She has to learn how to hold on to her purse and id before I'd trust her with a motor vehicle.
Title Lyric: Driver Education by Amy Ray
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