cheery disposition

I was trying to explain this to my sister earlier, but I couldn't quite figure out how to put it.

I've been stuck in a shitty disposition for a while. I can't figure out the cause, nor have I been able to shake it off. I've always been a fan of the simple solution to that mood: change things so that you are happy. My philosophy? You can always change things, especially your attitude.

Exhibit A:

You know how when you're not really doing anything, not really engaged in activity or thought, and you're just kinda "there?"

I was sitting at work on my lunch break, just kinda zoning out, when I realized I was scowling. My default facial expression should not be a scowl.

I spent the rest of my lunch break deep in thought about what I can do to change my situation. More importantly, find everyday happiness-- or at the very least, content-ness. I need to find inner peace, which I am hoping yoga will help with, since I'm so resistant to change recently.

Some changes are easier to make than others, especially when they affect other people besides yourself.

I could set myself off on a big adventure, or I could make some stupid decisions and set myself up for failure and drag others down with me. Which is why my choice so far has been to stay put. Take the safe option.

But, the safe option leaves me living every day with a scowl on my face.

In this situation the simplest solution happens to be the only unchangeable variable, which is a bitch. All that leaves is time-- and what I decide to do with it.

yoga

Suzy has inspired me to start dabbling in a little yoga again. Yay for free youtube videos!

This kinda kicked my butt today.






It also felt really good.

Pumpkin also really enjoyed it. She always tries to lay all over me when I'm on the floor.

Here's to working out again... Again.

Endorphins!

beach

I have decided I need to live at the beach at some point in my life.

shame on me

I did it again.

I went out to eat and didn't check to make sure I wasn't eating gluten.
After spending another hour hunched over the toilet, I'm so pissed at myself.

I want you all to electronically cluck and shake your fingers at me for being so careless.

Also, I'm a little stunned at this consistent reaction that I'm having.
Usually I just feel crummy for a while, but it seems my body has turned it up a notch. My insides really do not approve of gluten.

I feel like I should listen, because I really don't want to go through this again. Ugh.

that time again

Last night was a lovely night. We started off the evening by taking a family photo. All of these were taken by Akhtar. He took about 150 pictures, but these are a few of the favorites. I think they turned out quite nice.

Then we watched the Olympic opening ceremonies, ate pizza, talked, and hung out for a while. Andrea came over, and she got to meet my cat.

Nothing crazy, just low-key good times-- and now mom has another family photo to hang on the wall. 

Thursday night

Trying to watch Big Bang Theory.

Interrupted by mom outside watering the windows.

"Why is mom watering the windows?" -Me

"It's Thursday night. Get used to it." -Dad

I have no idea what that means, but it made sense.

Best gift ever.

The best gift I ever gave anyone was last year at Christmas. We gave my dad a subscription to the Beer of The Month Club, specifically the international beers. I really had no idea what to get my dad, and figured it'd be neat.

We started out with the 4 month subscription. It's a little pricey, so a few of us went in together on it. After 4 months, it was his birthday and he seemed to enjoy it, so we renewed it. Again, a few months later, it was Father's day, and he was not subtle about hinting, so we renewed it again. He even asked if we could get it shipped more frequently. Unfortunately, once a month is as frequent as it gets.

He gets so excited about that beer. A few months ago, the shipment was delayed a day because of a holiday. He came up to me and made me call them and ask where his beer was. The guy on the phone said he'd gotten a lot of calls about that. People really like their beer.

Today, we were hanging out watching the news, when the doorbell rang. Dad's head snapped towards the door and he said, "BEER." After a long day of working in the blistering heat, he jumped up like a kid on Christmas morning and ran to the door. When he opened it, he yelled to the delivery guy, "It's beer! Thanks!"

Then he broke open the box, inspected the beers, and began to read the newsletter that comes with the package. My dad does not read for leisure, but he'll kick back and read all about the new beers that he's about to try. "Oooh, this one's from Poland." "Hey, Czechoslovakia." <-- I spelled that right the first time. Ballerrrr

Next year we're going to save some money and order the whole year's subscription at once.