Pippi Gymnastics

Biking the Kettle valley Railway this morning.

It is paradise up there. Biking through the tunnels and between narrow cliffs the air is crisp and refreshing and biking on the hot, sun-soaked trestles (that smell of train grease) is exhilarating.

I am suffering from post-stress disorder as well as impending stress disorder. My skin has decided to flare up...I shall overcome!

Tomorrow I will be up bright and early--well perhaps dull and early---in time for trying out yet another hot and gruelling yoga class with Miranda.

Fernando has decided to fill Silver's shoes by peeing all over in the kids bedrooms. HELP! Get me out of this pet nightmare! I've never had more difficult pets in my entire life than Silver and Fernando. Silver has been adopted into a new home (Thank-G) and I will break that little Fernando's 'naughty to the nuts' spirit of his or else he will find himself knocking on a certain Aunties door in the Kootenays.

I am pooped from a lot of heavy duty workouts lately. So tonight the entire family (Pip did nude gymnastics on our bed as the rest of us tried to catch the odd glimpse of the screen through her antics) watched part of season five of "The Office" on a DVD until our player overheated. So while it cools down, I popped Pip and Tabs in the bath and managed a blog update.

Finally meditating again--just before bed each night. It is my much needed vice.

Bikram's & Dragons

Tabs, Nemi, Pip and Artemi as a dragon. They entertained our Hawaiian guests with this creature. You can't see the head in this Pic but it was quite impressive. They made it out of paper and stuck it on the front.

Beautiful weekend. This morning Miranda and I up early for Bikram's yoga--killer as usual. And we recently returned from the beach. Mist stayed home as she is recovering from a fever/cold type bug. Tabs and Nem gathered unusual rocks on the beach and Artemis and Pip ran all over nude singing "Honey, Honey" for all the fellow beach dwellers. I went for a we dip but I was so tired from Bikram's and this cold bug I have that I did no heroic swims. Peter and John chatted on the beach together.

Tonight I shall watch a little of "Office" season five on DVD.

Tomorrow morning a quick early grocery run and then it's up to Myra Canyon for a bike ride along the Kettle Valley railway trestles.

Don't even ask me about my school work. No time to date. Next week I will get caught up in prep for my first class.

I found a new home for dear Silver. A single woman named Tia who is new to Kelowna, works nights and just wants some fuzzy company to greet her each day. She is perfect. I think Silver will be very happy with her--he was so unhappy with us as he hated the kids and Fernando. Still, it has been a very stressful situation for me.

Now we are working on the fence so I can manage Fernando and make my life a little simpler. Fernando is very bright. Yes, he often poops in the house, but he always does it in the bathroom, next to the toilet--if you are considering a new pet, don't read my blog. The amount of work I do cleaning up poo, pee and vomit will turn a saint off pet adoption!

Girls back at piano lessons and loving them. Once all three girls are playing, I want to buy them a baby grand.

Ode to 'Nothing But Naughty'

How did I end up with these two? Not Mistaya, no, she is almost always my darling angel girl. But Fernando the pirate and Silver the leather sofa peeing kitty have got to go! Not really... no matter how dreadful they can be at times, I do love the fluffy critters.

Mist dressed 80's today for spirit day at school. Yes, a little clone of me it seems.

Tabs stuffed duck has become the class mascot. He goes to school each day with her and even sits in a desk! Tabs teacher Mr. Recsky is a good sport.

Pip is sitting in my bed watching "Boogy Whale" and eating Shreddies. 

Now about that yoga again...yes, it has a habit of pointing out my anatomical abnormalities. Bikram's pointed out that I do not sweat like other humans. I hardly sweat at all so I can not tolerate high temperatures. Ashtanga has pointed out that I have abnormally long legs and a short body. While everyone else is placing there knees in their armpits and shoulder standing, I am a fidgeting mess. Why? The length from my hip to my knee far exceeds the length from my armpit to my hip. Thus there is so way I can tuck my knees into my armpits to do a (kneeling) hand stand. And leaning over, legs spread to place head on mat? I have to pretty much do the splits. Like I said, my body is short and my legs are long. Case in point: when I'm pregnant the world knows. My belly sticks out hugely in front because there is no where for the baby to go but straight out--but that is an entire other blog "Ode to the Tummy."

Tonight I am taking my girls to the school dance. "Shakewood Annie" is playing. Hot diggity dog!  Peter is going to return a box spring we purchased that is too long for the antique bed. He doesn't want to come to the dance.

I have my last class tomorrow. I present. I always pick an outfit to present. One that will sell my topic. Tomorrow, my talk is quite casual thus I am wearing my cool Tommy Denim jeans, a washed out polo shirt in pale ocean blue that looks vintage, my new shoes--leather converse Mary-Jane's and my trusty Tibetan prayer bead bracelet. Now wasn't that an interesting outfit description?--most likely not.