Brought to you by the number 4

Oookey Dokey. Since Stine tagged me, I guess I better.

Four jobs I've had.
1. Photographer at the KMart photo shop
2. Executive Assistant at Brian Head Resort
3. Production Assistant at a small software company
4. Mc Donald's (I specialized in front counter and drive thru)

Four movies I can watch over and over.
1. Lord of the Rings (any and all)
2. Kiki's Delivery Service
3. Somewhere in Time (thanks mom)
4. Nightmare Before Christmas

Four places I've lived.
1. Christchurch, New Zealand
2. Coon Rapids, Minnesota
3. Monterey, California
4. Cedar City, Utah

Four TV shows I love.
1. Miami Ink
2. What Not to Wear
3. NYPD Blue
4. starting to get into Grey's Anatomy

Four places I've vacationed.
1. Acapulco, Mexico
2. Miami, Florida
3. San Francisco, California
4. Phoenix, Arizona

Four of my favorite dishes.
1. Eggs Benedict
2. Cheese Ravioli
3. Pizza at Giovanni's
4. Ben & Jerry's Strawberry Cheesecake Ice Cream

Four sites I visit daily.
1. Missuz J
2. Purplestine
3. Katydidz
4. Lyamhound

Four places I would rather be right now.
1. Stine's House
2. Boo's House
3. boneyard
4. Point Lobos

There ya go. Me in a nutshell.

Ok, ok, I guess I'll post

Even though I have nothing to say.

It's been a fairly dull week around here. I've been sick, Zach got a new 'big boy' bed, and, um, Clark's out of town for a few days. I was talking to Stine just yesterday (I think it was yesterday, the days just seem to be running together lately) about how we were both uninspired to post about the mundane daily lives we've been living lately, but here I am, doing just that.

The only thing of any interest going on is that, in spite of being sick, I've been doing shitloads of yoga. I did 4 hours Saturday, 3 hours Monday and an hour (at home!) yesterday. Yeah, shitloads. I think I've crossed over into a place where doing MORE yoga is easier than doing LESS. I felt better after my second class in a row Monday than I'd felt in days. Suprising, but pleasantly so. My knee, however, is not thrilled. It's not swelling, or doing anything overt that would suggest injury, but it is consistently cranky. I'm starting to suspect an old injury in there, and am wondering if this is just something I'm going to have to live with, or if there is anything I can do to improve it. Getting old sucks ass.

You know, I thought with the new year, and starting this yoga teacher training thingy, that I was heading out of the hermit phase I've been in for the last year, but it seems to be not happening as much as I'd hoped. Maybe it's just the being sick thing, but (aside from actually being in the yoga studio) I mostly want to be left alone. I'm still enjoying reading about what everyone is doing, but not inspired to comment, and if you're my friend, and you DON'T have a blog, well, I have no idea what's going on with those people, and even though I DO care, I apparently don't care enough to reach out and connect with anyone.

I'm struggling with inertia I think. I can't seem to get up the momentum to do much of anything, and I don't even have the usual culprit to blame for it. My amotivational syndrome is all me right now. It's frustrating, because I would really like to do more. I'd like for my house to not be such a cluttered mess, and I'd like to get out more with my kids, and cook more, and keep in touch with my peeps, but the days just seem to slip by, and none of those things have happened. Ok, time to stop complaining about it. That's not going to help. I don't know what IS going to help, but that's not it.

Gee, aren't you glad I posted all that crap?