Yogi Chronicles

I've noticed that I don't write much about this "yogi" life of which I am 'bout! Well, let me sauté ON today.

I attended my first hatha yoga class in November 2011. Pure. Struggle. After the first downward dog, I thought "What did I sign up for?" I hated that pose. My instructor, Joanna, said the poses that you hate the most are usually the ones you need. And that pose was the one I needed. My strength has always been, mainly, in my legs. But, now...

*kisses guns*

In September 2012, thanks to a suggestion from a classmate, I signed up for the power yoga (advanced) class. I was skeptical because I didn't want to feel as if I was getting ahead of myself. She saw how I was progressing in hatha and figured I could do it. Though my arms felt like noodles the first 3 weeks of the class, I was glad that I did sign up. 

As of today, I still attend those two classes...err week. In addition to feeling the results of the practice (better breathing, better posture, listening to the body, etc.) I've seen the results. 

Also, being able to hold poses I never thought I'd be able to do is dope, as well.

Not even a horrid Bears game in the background could break my concentration. Swank!

So yeah. My name is K.D.. I am a yogi. I'm 'bout dat life. And hope to be 'bout dat life until I'm 86 like one of my Saturday morning classmates.

Namaste.

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#31WriteNow Day 26

In honor of today's date, I want to share with you some my favorite jams from the group, Day 26.

Music Monday.

Enjoy!

#31WriteNow Day 23 - Friday Jammin

Happy Friday peeps!  On today, I shall share my favorite Friday jam.

It's Friday, Bizzniyeeees!

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#31WriteNow Day 22 - Throwback Thursday

*Facebook Note from September 25, 2008.  Enjoy.*

A Bird in the...Office, Beats Two in the Bush

Greetings and salutations everyones and everyones. It has been a while since I blessed the fb world with my ignance via notes. But today, I just HAD to write about what I experienced at approximately 8:35a this morning

First of all, today started off pretty good. I was up earlier than usual so I could go take my mom her b-day gift before heading to work. I scooped up The Diva to take her to work...save her some f...oh wait, she's a senior citizen. They ride for free. D'oh! Anywho, she said I was going to have her at work too early, so I dropped her off at Carsons. Sounds like another excuse to shop.

So I get to work, get my breakfast out the cafeteria and head on upstairs to my office. I share my office with another accountant, and usually she beats me here, but not today. So, I proceed to unlock the door with breakfast, RedEye and Solange's CD (It's hot!) in my hand. I open the door and I see an unusually large, dark colored object flying across the room and lands on the shelf above of my desk. What is this object? A d@mn bird.

Kid you not.

So I'm like "What the?" Nobody else is in their office, so I'm just standing there...in awe, with all this ish in my hand. I go to find someone to share this discovery with, and my officemate walks up. I'm like "Yo, it's a bird in our office." She's in disbelief too.

So another co-worker comes out and overhears us chatting and somehow directs the bird to a window in the hallway. This brave, male coworker of mine actually GRABS the bird, holds it till we get the screen open and let the bird loose. End of the story? Negative!

So I finally walk in my office and sit down...literally LMAO at what I just witnessed. I send a big dumbauss mass text message to people cuz I'm still in awe. So we're looking around, and I notice there is bird poop up by my officemate's printer. It's just a little, but Tweety bird's dark-feathered cousin (We'll call him Sweety) pooped on a spot that isn't easily cleaned.

So, how did Sweety get in the office? Well, the window in my office can't be opened, so I figured when the clean-up crew came through last night to clean the offices, Sweety came through an open window in the hallway, flew in here and called NR7-141 his home for the night. End of story? Negative squared!

Let's fast forward to approximately 11:30a. I proceed to grab some papers on my desk. The papers I needed were under the RedEye I had with me this morning. I lift up the RedEye and what do I see...bird poop on this check request that had all the required signatures on it. Laughter resumes again. So imagine reading a post-it from an accountant starting with "Due to a bird...yes a bird flying in my office last night..." Yess, I did write this on the Post-It.

I swear nothing can mess up this day. I mean really...absolutely...NOTHING!

Moral of the story:
Don't let bird poop make your day a sh*##y day! lol Happy Thursday!

#31WriteNow Day 21 - 5 Months and Growing

Happy 5 Months to my babies!

3.21.13...the day it began.

4.24.13

5.22.13

7.1.13

8.13.13

#31WriteNow Day 20 - 13 years...

Thirteen years ago, I was getting ready for life as an undergraduate student. I was leaving my mom, grandmother and little sister behind.

Thirteen years later, my little sister is getting ready for life as an undergraduate student. She is leaving my mom, grandmother and big sister (ME!) behind.

We leave tomorrow.

Craziness.

K to the...

#31WriteNow Day 19 - Eh...

During the interview for my current place of employment, I asked about the hierarchy within the finance department. I accepted the offer with intentions of, one day, being able to get this manager position that was mentioned during my interview.  On the first day of work, I learned that position doesn't even exist.

I could have stayed my ass at my previous place of employment.

Needless to say, I'm not happy. I addressed this during my 6-month-that-was-done-10-months-after-my-start-date employee review. Favoritism shown, low employee morale, Bitter Betty, being told I don't have enough work because I get my work done in a timely manner...bullshit.

I feel stuck. The job search hasn't been going well.  I refuse to accept another job just to get away.  That's how I ended up in this current situation.

After randomly taking a day off last week, I can't shake this idea of decreasing my hours at work. If I can get a day off every other week just to have a break from hell, then I will take it.

My last job turned me into someone that I really didn't like the last two years I was there. I refuse to let this job turn me back into that person.

K to the...

Update: My buddy in payroll said working a half day every Friday might be accepted more than having a day off every other week.  I'll take it.

#31WriteNow Day 18 - It's the little things

*I couldn’t help it.  I had to write about this*

I talk to my grandmother, almost every day.  Most of the time, we talk in the a.m., which leads me to question her about breakfast.  If she hasn’t eaten anything, I’d politely ask her to, while explaining it’s the most important meal of the day.

Like clockwork.

Though there are hella struggles, there are still plenty of good moments when dealing with someone with Alzheimer’s.  Sometimes, when I call her, she says “I ate my breakfast today,” as soon as she picks up the phone.  She remembers that I’m that person who always asks her about breakfast.  And you can hear how proud she is when she tells me she ate.

Like a little kid.

And it makes me smile every time.

Love.

K to the…

#31WriteNow Day 17 - Naw, son!

Growing up, I had the smallest bedroom in the house.  It didn’t take much for it to look messy, so I always kept it in order.  As an adult, with a larger space, I still keep my place in order...especially the kitchen!  But, order doesn’t mean a thing when living in an apartment building because you may encounter some unwanted guests.

I’ve noticed a pattern with my current abode.  Once a year, 2-3 roaches show up in my apartment and I freak out.  It seems to happen when a nastass moves out or a nastass moves in.  The first time I saw roaches in my current abode, I called maintenance.  They came in and laid a glue trap under the sink…for a mouse.

A mouse. -__-

So I took matters in my own hands.  I bought some Raid and got to spraying.

I’ve seen two roaches this past week.  It’s time for the re-up.

I don’t play.

Odd Future Roach Gang KILL THEM ALL!

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#31WriteNow Day 16 - Halfway

I'm surprised I've made it this far with the challenge.  I actually hate writing.  My degrees are in Accounting.

Those last two statements are related.

I hope I haven't been too boring.  Maybe you learned something new about me.  Maybe you were reminded of some things about me.  Either way, I hope you've enjoyed what you've read.

Thanks for reading.

Feel free to subscribe.

Let's keep it going.

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#31WriteNow Day 7 - MYOB

In a rambling post last month, I mentioned that my grandmother had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's.  I didn't realize how few people I told until I got texts saying "I didn't know."  As much as I'd like to go into details on the challenges of dealing with someone who suffers from this incurable disease, I can't.

Back in 2011, too much drama was occurring in my life due to tweets being scrutinized.  I would tell my grandmother about it and she would tell me not to put my business out on the Internet.  She hates the Internet.  She would tell me if I need to get it out, write it down or talk to someone about it.  I feel like this should apply to her condition, as well.

At times, I feel like my friends are tired of hearing me talk about her condition.  It's not something I talk about everyday, but talking about it can kill a good mood, ya know.

I will say as her condition worsens, mine and my mother's coping mechanisms have gotten better as we've gotten used to the situation.  We're each other's rock.  And I cherish every moment Mei-Mei and I spend together: frustrating or funny.

K to the...

#31WriteNow Day 6 - Girl, sit down!

There comes a time in life when you just have to sitcho $5 ass down...tap out...take the L, when it comes to physical activity.  Even though I look 18, my body is, in fact, approaching 31.  These legs got another 40+ years of high heels toleration in this dancerie.  I have to keep them together.

Yeah, I said 40+ years.  Have you not met my grandmother?

This past weekend, my girls and I decided to take a ride along Chicago's lakefront and enjoy the beautiful weather.  

Neither one of us had planned to ride 10+ miles on Saturday.  But the weather was beautiful, and we were on a roll.

After I got home, showered and chilled, my sillauss was thinking "Maybe I can ride my bike to the gym tomorrow (Sunday) morning to go hoop."  That's 13 miles, round trip.

The hell was I thinking?

When I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, I was walking like a baby who had taken her first steps.  Legs were all wobbly and ish.

Needless to say, I drove my sillauss to the gym on Sunday. 

When your body says "Sitcho auss down," you listen.

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