Another Friday

Well, kids, I'm still here. Jesse was cool enough to get a pedicure with me last night, and the more I'm around him the more crazy I get about him! Hee-hee! Good times. But my twitterpated self is not the reason I'm blogging today.

No, I have another pontification to blog about today. I started doing Bikram yoga on Tuesday and I've done it three times so far. For anyone who cares to know, Bikram is a type of yoga in which the instructor turns the heat in the room up WAYYYY high and you sweat your guts out for 90 minutes doing various poses. This has a number of health benefits, which I won't get into right now. Staying in a heat-and-humidity-filled room for an hour and a half whilst contorting the body might sound to some like hell. I have to admit, there are several times during any class where I feel like I'm going to die and my face and everything screams "I'm going to die right here in this sweaty, stinky room!!!!!"

However, the beauty of yoga, one of the reasons I'm still doing it, is that this in and of itself is part of the exercise. How many chances do we give ourselves to calm ourself down? How many times do you have the chance to be objective enough to actually take what is happening, process it and accept it without reacting to it? I'm amazed how in these classes I realize that practicing patience and tenacity when I am hot, uncomfortable, irritated, in pain, etc. gives me a whole new perspective on life.

The reason it hit me most today is that at the end of class, our Yogi said something to the effect of "hard situations give us the chance to grow and change and be better. If there was no pain, no opposition, then there would be no chance for growth and enlightenment, and thus we would all be in hell." It wasn't that exactly, but I thought it interesting that the point was, WITHOUT stress and pain and discomfort, this life would be hell. It's all the stuff we consider "bad" that actually makes heaven and heavenly pursuits possible.

Have a good Memorial Day.

Life on the farm and Carpe Diem

I once read that growing up was like getting kicked in the teeth. Just kidding, I never read that, but it would be cool if I did. So here I am blogging. I just wanted you all to know that I will be attending law school in the fall. That's right, I said law school. Many who know me will say it's about damn time and to them I would say, Touche. (I never know how to get the dash over the e there). I am not exactly sure what's taken me so long, but here I go again on my own, going down the only road I've ever known. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone....

But I digress. I'll be a Ute, and I feel no need to apologize to my sweet Alma Mater, USU. I feel as though becoming a Ute at this point will enhance rather than diminish my Aggie-hood. My TRUE Aggie-hood. *wink*wink*

So if you care to find me, look to the western sky, as far as Salt Lake City, anyway. It's here, within the shadows of the everlasting hills, that I will be brainwashed in the liberal ways of higher education (Cathi's words, not mine) and hopefully in three years come out looking like a million bucks and making that in no time. Actually, if I can just pay off my debt (student loans, not my debt to society) before I die, I'll be a happy camper.

Speaking of dying, many people refer to it as "buying the farm." I really do feel as though a part of me will die come orientation on August 18, thus the title of my post "life on the farm." I'll probably rename my blog lifeonthefarm or something close to it simply because I truly feel that part of me will die when I go to school. No more fun times with this girl, you can find me in the library, with greasy hair, wearing my ever-popular tortise-shell coke bottle glasses and a Ute sweatshirt living on green tea with soy milk and honey.

HOWEVER....as the day has not yet come, let us relish in the present. Something that I've always struggled with. Nevertheless, I shall with vigor pursue not the "eat, drink, and be merry" paradigm, but the paradigm of seizing the day and happily receiving the gift that is the present!

And so, my good friends, I leave you today a little tired and worn from working my ass off for the man, yet happy in my newfound determination to enjoy it to the last. Until next time.

A new day!

Never have I been ready to blog. I hate writing in a journal, I hate taking pictures while I'm trying to make a memory, and frankly, I'm lazy. All that aside, I'm delving into the part of me that, like Corky St. Clair, has a vision. And I do...have a vision.



You see, there are so many people I love who I never talk to and so I'm hoping that this serves as a way to stay in touch. I love looking at all of your blogs! Your families are so dang cute, and although we all know Beth is losing the race of life, I still have some pretty killer adventures. Imagine Sex in the City with no sex....I know you can't wait for more posts!!!