My holiday-themed outfit was a hit. People commented on it, and it made me feel very excited. Instead of the white cardigan over the blue dress, I wore a white v-neck tee underneath (which I would normally never do, but we aren't allowed to have our shoulders exposed) and a red necklace, along with my red ballet flats. Tonight when we go to Ramber's I will wear just the blue dress and some flip flops.
I got paid time and a half today. Yes!
I wish I had some red nail polish to wear tonight! Little things like that got lost in my big cross-country move. Then I'd wear white sandals and be super patriotic again.
Today I got really excited because I helped a man pick out a birthday present for his daughter-in-law. He was shopping alone and looked like a lost puppy. When I approached him, he was holding a turquoise colored flowy tank. He held it up and said, "What is this? Like something you sleep in?" I said, "No, it's a tank top. You can pair it with jeans and it will be very cute." He then said, "It's for my daughter-in-law and she's about your size, will this fit her?" It was a medium. I said no and got him a small. Then I said, "That item is on sale. If you buy three more sale items, you will get thirty percent off your total purchase. You could get her three pairs of $1.99 socks to go with the top and it will be the same price, maybe even a little cheaper." He said okay, but he didn't know where to look or what to pick out. I also told him that we had some very nice 'washed cotton' perfume that was very pleasant and hard not to like because it just smelled like clean laundry for $6.97 and the bottle was blue, and I picked out two pairs of socks with blue in them and told him he could get her a blue-themed birthday gift. He was very happy with my suggestion and said that he was an artist and that he should have thought of that himself. I said, "Well, I am an artist when it comes to shopping." He also got her a reusable canvas bag to put the gifts in and spent less than $20. I told him that I was very excited about the gift and that I would like it if someone gave it to me. Nothing excites me like a good bargain.
This morning, some cast members from the movie Twilight were at PGE Park playing 'vampire baseball', whatever that is. I checked into it online and didn't recognize any of their names, so I was very unimpressed. I walked past there after I got my coffee and was not-so-surprised to see only a handful of folks in attendance. Tickets were $45, but if you got the deluxe package it was like $150. Really? $150? That got you a seat, an autograph session with the so-called-stars, and a PGE Park meal. Oh, so you mean a hotdog and a soda? Nice. What a waste of money!
I wanted to go to the gym after work today, but like an idiot, I didn't bother to think for two seconds about the fact that maybe the gym would be closing early in observance of the holiday. I should have gone this morning, and I thought about it, but I decided I'd rather blog and drink coffee instead.
Another Gap story: a woman came in today and bought a thirty-something dollar dress, and I said, if you buy three pairs of $2 socks, you will get thirty percent off of your purchase. She said no. I said, are you sure? You will save almost $10 off your current total and you can do what you will with the socks. She got all snappy and said, "I said NO. I already know that." I couldn't help but think to myself, "What a rude idiot this woman is!" But of course I didn't say anything. I rang her up, smiled at her and said with as much sincerity as I could muster up, "Thanks so much! I hope you have a lovely day!" Hey, if she wants to be an asshole that's not my fault or my problem. Some people take it personally when someone is mean to them there, but I don't. Although I can't imagine ever going to a store and treating someone that way. But some people just have no couth. Who knows? Maybe my cheery demeanor turned out to be a bright spot in her otherwise crappy day. I can only hope.
Sarah bought a plane ticket today for $250 to come visit in October. She will be here from the 15th to the 19th. What a deal! And something else to look forward to!
This morning, Simon put his paw on my face and his claw caught the corner of my mouth. Before he sliced into it, I moved his paw away. I was trying to push him off the bed (as I often do when he messes with me in the morning), but I was so dead asleep that I couldn't find the strength to do it. I couldn't even open my eyes. Luckily, smarty that he is, he got the hint and got off the bed on his own. I don't mind him being on the bed, but he always wants to mess with me. He messes with me more than he messes with Keith. I think that means he likes me more. Ha! Yesterday morning, we were laying in bed right after waking up and Simon was sitting by Keith and I said, "Simon has big ears." Simon made eye contact with me and then let out an angry meow. It was so funny.
Speaking of funny, I have itunes on random, and this song just came on by George Clinton & Parliament Funkadelic that I've never heard before, and the only line I've heard so far is, "Shit! Goddamn! Get off your ass and jam!" I am a minute and a half into the song right now, and those are still the only lyrics. Oh, so funny!
Portland summers are beautiful. I can't wait to go to Cannon Beach again.
I miss my level four yoga teacher training in Fort Lauderdale all the time! I am currently listening to "Om mani padme hum" by Deva Premal and it is totally taking me back there. That trip was so much fun! I had no idea what to expect, as it was my first mind body fitness conference, and I was going to be sharing a hotel room with Dacia. I'd never met her and never spoken to her on the phone, we had only been in contact via email. My aunt dropped me off at the airport, and my flight was direct and pretty empty. A guy was sitting across the aisle from me, and before we even took off he started talking to me. First it was just normal airplane talk. You know, where are you going? What are you going to do there? Then he started talking to me in depth about yoga, which I am always up for. He said he practiced at Yoga Source in Carytown and was dropping some names I'd heard before, so I figured he was telling the truth. And he probably was, but he was still an idiot and you will find out why in a moment. He said he thought it was so great that I'd figured out what I wanted to do at such a young age, and he couldn't believe how mature I was and blah blah blah, and he admired my dedication to yoga. Whatever. By the end of the flight, for whatever reason this man had decided it would be a good idea to ask me to go to dinner with him in Fort Lauderdale. He owned a branch of Wachovia Securities in Richmond and lived in Windsor Farms (allegedly. Again, whatever). I told him I was not impressed, as I am not driven by money. This seemed to spark his interest even more. Then I asked if he was married. He said no. I said, "I don't believe you." "Why not?", he asked, "I'm not wearing a ring." AND?! Is that supposed to mean something? He admitted pretty quickly that he was, indeed, married, but that it was a bad marriage. As if that would excuse the fact that is old (and married) ass was trying to take me to dinner. Then I asked him how old he was. He said 36. I said, "Well, I don't believe that either. Let me see your id." After a few minutes he reluctantly showed me his id, which revealed that he was 44. Oh, I forgot to mention that when he was all interested in my yoga, he asked for my card so he could contact me about corporate yoga for his staff. I gave it to him and he texted me the entire trip trying to get me to change my mind about dinner. Once we were both back in Richmond he continued to call and ask about corporate yoga, leaving voicemail after voicemail. Take a hint, buddy. I don't think so. So anyway, enough about that portion of the story. Dacia arrived in Florida a couple hours before I did, so she waited for me in the airport and we got a cab together to the Sheraton (where the conference was being held). It was hot and humid as hell from the moment we stepped out of the airport, might I add. Not that that is a surprise for Florida, or that it even is relevant to my story in any way. But whatever. We went outside to find a long line of cabs waiting to take people where they needed to go. This foreign cab driver approached us, and practically just started grabbing our luggage and loading it into his car. He was so friendly, and his cab was nice. "How much?", I asked. "Thirty dollars." I said, "How about twenty?" He said that it was thirty dollars. I asked him why and he said that was just what it cost to go from the airport to the area where our hotel was. I grabbed my bag back from him and told him that the Sheraton told my friend that it was only $20. We went to the cab behind him and got our ride for $20, which I thought was still a bit much. Dacia is from a small town in North Carolina, so she kind of had this, "Way to take control of the situation" look on her face. Always! Stick with me, and you are not terribly likely to get ripped off. Unless it comes to getting work done on a car, because I know nothing about that. I will, however, try to act like I do in order to avoid getting ripped off. So we get to our hotel and I'm thinking, "You have GOT to be kidding me!" This place was a first class dump! And expensive! The pictures made it look so luxurious, and we figured YogaFit would pick a nice hotel. It was right on the beach, which was cool, but we had minimal time to ourselves because we were there for teacher training! Our room was oceanfront, per our request, but there wasn't even a balcony. This place was so outdated. Once we got settled in, we set out to find a bite to eat. The hotel restaurant was really expensive and didn't have any vegetarian menu options, so we decided to go see what else was around. Nothing. We walked for over a mile before finding a Blimpie's Subs in a gas station. We ate there, and it was gross. On the way back to the hotel, we got caught in a torrential downpour. It was raining so hard that it hurt. We felt like we were being pelted by needles! But we couldn't help but laugh. Our Florida experience was sucking so far! But we connected immediately, so that was really nice. So the entire first day and night was a bit crazy, but the first day of our actual training was great! We met so many great people and learned so much about yoga and ourselves. It was long and exhausting, but so enlightening. I wouldn't trade that experience for anything. One night we got pizza delivered to our room and missed the delivery guy and ended up waiting like two hours for him to come back, and we never did have anything healthy (or tasty for that matter) to eat the whole trip, but the energy of all of us being together for the same purpose was over overpowering that nothing else mattered. By the end of the trip, we had discovered a cute coffee shop with wifi for Dacia, and a restaurant that had outdoor seating and decent food, and all was well. I really did have the best time. Dacia and I ended up rooming together in Columbus the next month for Level 5. I'm so happy I met her. We stay in loose contact (facebook only, really), but I still feel close to her. Some people come into our lives and serve a great purpose, even though they are only in our lives for a short time. She is one of those people for me. And I believe the feeling is mutual. We both drew so much inspiration from the other. We were so different, like night and day really, but it worked for us. We stayed up so late every night in our hotel room laughing our butts off and talking about our families and friends (not in a bad way, of course). When we left each other in Ohio, it was kind of emotional. We had only spent a week total together, but we knew it wasn't very likely that we'd cross paths again. Our 200 hours of training were over, and it was just a bit emotional. Nothing ridiculous, there were no tears or anything. It was just like a "I'm so happy to have met you and shared these experiences with you" kind of thing. And it was nice. I can't wait to go to my next MBF Conference in Hood River! It's just a little over a month away! I'm looking forward to meeting some west coast yogis and relaxing! I am taking the restorative yoga training, so that will be really nice. And since I'm already finished with my 200 hours, there won't be any pressure. I'm there solely because I want to be, not because I need to be. And Dana will be with me taking Level 4, so I'm excited for her because that was my best training and I hope that she will enjoy hers as much as I enjoyed mine. And that pretty much sums up my "yoga and my life" series!
I had no idea this blog was going to be this long when I sat down to write it. Actually, I was going to make it very short and only write about the nice lady I wrote about in the first paragraph. But my mind got a little carried away. Keith will be home in about an hour and I guess we will be heading out!
xoxo,
t
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