My favorite posts this year – 10, to be exact

In honor of another year of blogging with double the amount of posts, comments and followers from the year before (really? What??!?) I have rounded up my personal favorites from what I’ve shared with you on this site. Some are one-hit wonders and others are part of a series. Because it’s too awesome not to, I’ve included all things Bourbon Boys, also known as that time when I drove my dad, uncles, and other awesome guys in my life on a tour of all the bourbon distilleries in the state (except one).

1. The first time I did yoga – WHAT was I thinking??

2. I wrote about when I got motivated.

3. Apparently I look like Paul McCartney?

4. Guys, I am not a painter.

5. Twice in one year I’m in a hospital because of an organ.

6. Bourbon Boyzzzz – six for the price of one.
One, two, three, four, five and six.

7. Saying goodbye to Grandpa.

8. Mission accomplished

9. Wherein my love affair with PIMM’S begins. Oh and Ashley and I went to England for a week.

10. I shared with you the story of my depression and anxiety. And it made me feel so much better.

So if you haven’t already, please read and enjoy. Or re-read and re-enjoy. Or tell me in the comments if I left any off you liked.

And thanks so much for reading!! I don’t really know why you do, a lot of the time, but I sure am grateful for it!


Yogi Bear

You guys, I went to yoga. Yes, you read that correctly.

I’m as bewildered and confused as you are right now. Also, my wrists hurt.

And my abs. But I think that one’s from all the coughing, which could only mean one thing, IT’S SPRING!

I digress.

I did yoga. It was weird. But the Groupon I bought was for 10 so I will go back because I don’t like to waste money (you’re laughing to yourself right now because you’ve seen my DVD collection. I totally need all of those movies/shows. Especially that SNL: Best of Amy Poehler).

I was forced into getting the Groupon – that offered 10 yoga sessions worth $100 for only $29. BARGAIN – by my friend/co-worker Stephanie. And when I say forced, I mean, she said “You should get it” and I did.

Round 1 was Tuesday.

I will share my story with you in words and drawings – drawn by crayon because I had a new box of ’em lying around and I am five years old. And I suck at drawing.

OK. So we show up at the place and get to take off our shoes. Plus 1 point for yoga. Barefoot fo’ lyfe! (Living up to the Kentucky stereotype, what?)

We enter the room and find out we are the youngest participants…by at least 32 years. Minus 1 point for yoga.

There are mats and blocks and blankets and peaceful music and it smells nice, so hopefully it’ll be alright. The instructor lady tells us to get into corpse pose.

Yeah, it’s just lying on your back with your eyes closed. If this is yoga, count me in forever.

Unfortunately, I did not pay $29 to lie on the floor in a peaceful room for an hour and a half. I can do that at home. It’s called Sunday afternoon. And it’s free.

So it got tougher.

We had to make ourselves into tables and then try to balance on one knee and one hand. Like Twister, only you’re not drunk.

And then the painful stuff begins. Like when she tells you to flip your hands backwards and put all your weight on them. Because that’s relaxing and helpful.

Oh and then there’s the animal poses..

In case you can’t tell by my DaVinci-esque drawing skills, cat means you arch your back up and cow means you stick your butt up.

And all this time she’s saying words I don’t know about what we’re cleansing and opening and looking for and all I know is there was a lot of mention of pelvic stretches and at one point she told us what we were doing was good for our uterus (uteri? uteruses? uterus?).

I’m pretty sure she also told us we were focusing on our Scherbotzky, which I know is nothing yoga-related, it’s Robin’s last name on How I Met Your Mother. Or maybe she said something else. I may have blacked out in fear that my wrists were going to break.

After a few more complicated things I do not remember the name of and that were supposed to strengthen our core, we did the child’s pose for a little while (sit on your knees with your legs bent back and lean forward so your forehead’s on the ground) and tried to see if we could turn our entire top half of our body around without moving the bottom half. No? That’s not what it was? Felt like it..

We did some standing up stuff too, like that thing you do where you make a number 4 with your legs which I can totally do upside down in the pool, but here it was hit-or-miss.

Then it was back to the floor, where we grabbed a block and found the least comfortable place on our body to put it under and laid there for a while. What that does for you, I don’t know. But I think I now have scoliosis.

After that, we were pretty much done, all that was left was more of the corpse pose, which I am so good at.

All was well and good and relaxing and my chakras were aligned and my mind was blank and the 71-year-old dude next to me fell asleep. Know how I know? Because he was snoring. That or he was a Walker.

You cannot focus on relaxation when someone is making noises that sound like that. So I didn’t. But the first few minutes were nice.

And I’m going back next week, because, well, I paid for it already, and maybe it’ll get better/easier. I hope.

Also, I didn’t fart. So that was good. ‘Cause I was worried.

Until next time….

Yes (wo)man

There’s this movie called “Yes Man” with Jim Carrey. He’d said no to everything, been afraid of new experiences until all of the sudden he decided to try and do the opposite – to say “yes” as often as possible.

I wouldn’t say I’m going THAT far, but 2012 is definitely the year of new experiences. And so far, so good.

I’m trying things I would have called crazy before. Crazy only meaning something I would likely never do, or it would take a lot of coaxing to get me to.

I’m also signing up for new experiences that aren’t crazy at all, but that are things I’ve been meaning to get off my ass and just do already.

Remember my resolution to go without meat for a year? Still goin’ strong. I’ve developed a greater love for fish and, to the dismay of The Roommate, an addiction to shrimp. When I tell people I’m doing this, the first reaction is “What? A year? Why?”

My answer is usually along the lines of “Why not?” And that’s kind of the mantra I’ve adopted from here on out, starting with 2012, the year of new stuff.

I’m running. Not as much as I did in January, but to be fair this month has been NUTSO and I’m looking forward to getting back on a regular schedule and hitting up the gym a few times a week and even running outside now that its not -19 degrees. I’m planning to do at least two 5Ks so far. Baby steps, friends, baby steps.

I play volleyball every Monday night. And I plan to, well into the next couple months. I’m in a league and on a team that’s second place in that league. And though I’ve come home with a ridiculous amount of bruises from hitting the ball the wrong way, I’m getting better. And I’m loving every bit of it.

I tried guitar for a minute, but I’m afraid I don’t have the patience. My youth group kids are learning each week and it was originally my intent to sit in and learn something as well. But I’m finding it cooler to watch them learn and play and be proud of themselves when they hit that note, that chord, that drum beat. I’d be missing that if I was playing too, because I’d be entirely too stressed out trying to get my fingers to bend in ways they’re not used to – FYI a C chord on guitar is hard as shit.

I’m going to volunteer more of my time this year, I’m going to help others. For example, last weekend I worked the scoreboard at a Special Olympics Basketball Tournament. It’s not much but it’s a start. I worked a little bit with the organization in college through the sorority, but I want to do more. I want to give back, I want to make friends with these amazing people.

I’ll be Walking again later this year and hope to have just as much incredible support as we did last year.

I’ll be taking a more active role with the youth group and working with them to help them grow in their faith and in their relationships with each other and do some fun and interesting things the rest of this year to learn more about themselves and the world around them and how they fit into it.

Oh, and get this. I signed up for yoga. WTF.

There are so many things wrong with that sentence – “I signed up for yoga.” When I think of yoga I think of gracefulness, which is not a word associated with me. I also think of flexibility, which I have none of. Also, I’m afraid I’ll get too relaxed and fart in the class or something.

But seriously, a co-worker bought a Groupon and happened to catch me on a day where I was particularly motivated and, well, now I’ve paid for 10 yoga sessions and what in the bloody hell was I thinking?

There are other new things coming this year – I’m watching three of my favorite people in the world get married to great guys. Two more of my closest friends are becoming baby mommas for the first time, one of whom will do so in the same city I live in! My girl Katie and her husband are moving to town and I couldn’t be happier. And even though I’m a three-hour drive away from the other baby we’re welcoming into the world, she’s going to get just as spoiled by me as if she lived here.

For a long time I’ve been a pessimist. And that’s not gone away. But right now, at this moment, I can’t help but feel optimistic. This so far has been, and I have no doubt it will continue to be, a great year. And I have a sneaky feeling that this year’s just the beginning.