Downward Dog Reached

A-ha! so today there is success. Found the bestest place ever this morning to continue my yoga journey.

Completed my downward dog and various other poses at The Yoga Club and now I’m ready to take on the world. Well, take on the rest of the day at least.

Happy Saturday and may Yoga be with you

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didn’t reach my downward dog

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(photo from https://www.tumblr.com/search/yoga%20gone%20bad)

With my yoga teacher taking a summer break, and having been lazy to the point of words can’t describe, it seemed a good idea to have a home practice the other evening.

In theory this would take me about 30 mins. In practice, well not quite so long. There I was in my bedroom, mat out, dressed comfortably, breathing in and then breathing out. My eyes were closed, I was at peace readying myself, stretching my arms skyward, when THWACK, the back of my hand smashed against the handle of my cupboard. Thirty seconds in, that’s all it took, for the tranquility I’d been seeking to be shattered with a stream of choice words and, a throbbing hand clutched to my body.  So much for reaching downward dog.

Suffice to say Yoga ended, mat was rolled up and I went to bed with a book.

 

 

 

 

 

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run

On a previous post I mentioned  how since being in the UK we have been enjoying the countryside and all that comes with it. I also said that I’d seen a couple of wild rabbits and that Hubster refused to believe it until he too had seen them hop, hop, hopping along.

So here you go, proof! Jeepers not sure how I managed to get this short clip. But I did. Ha, that little fluffy tail just keeps bouncing

 

 

My husband no longer wears his underpants inside out

 

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Oh yes, we have progress, hubster no longer wears his underpants inside out. Actually, the only reason I’m telling you this is because he came to me the other day, while I was staring at my laptop and said.

“Are you blogging about me again, and how I no longer wear my underpants inside out?”

Well no, I wasn’t. Although to be fair I did happen to mention this to a number of people when he was wearing them inside out a few months back.

Why oh why would he be doing this, you may be wondering, although why you would I have no idea. But should you be, it seems he was having a problem with the elastic around the leg. Rough it was.  And somehow wearing them inside out made this better? Shakes her head in bewilderment.

As an aside, underpants is a right funny word don’t you think?

The photo above was taken from here. Sadly, err, sorry, I meant to say, the body on show is not the hubsters. However, the site the photo came from is foreign, and I need to add a disclaimer of not being held responsible for the content, should it be rather cheeky, or just darn right rude.

Apart from the hubsters undies, he has been on topic a few times.At first it was on the hush-hush, and has evolved to the point where he rather likes it.

He has been amusing over the years mind . . . and occasionally not. His reference to a Whale and me was not so funny.

A Gift he gave me was not so funny.

These were funny though. A walk in the forest . A garage door with flapping gown and bare legs had me more than smiling, and then we had another walk in the forest where he fell and I thought it was a proposal

Got to love him, underpants inside out or not