This Saturday I went to Can’t Stop The Serenity, find one in your area cause it’s awesome, and I learned a new word from Joss Whedon, Genderist, and he explains why it’s awesome and we need start using it.
What do you think of genderist? Will you start using it?
Doesn’t this look calm and peaceful?
So in my stupid and doomed attempts to do things properly I have never taken the time to try and do breathing exercises, or meditate because there are too many kids around, or I don’t have enough time, or I am hungry/sick/tired/horny and that will be distracting, or it just isn’t quite enough.
Guess what—my life will never be any of those things. There is no perfect moment for me. Those moments are for special people, like those without children, or who get abducted by aliens.
So the other day I was doing yoga while the kids were eating breakfast and getting ready for school. I don’t use a tape because I am constantly interrupted and I find it easier to stop and go back when I am doing my own things.
I decide to try and do a breathing thingy. I don’t know why, inspiration struck. So I sit on the floor, cross my legs and start counting as I breath. I stop to answer questions. Focus back on my breath. Stop to make sure that yes he did brush his teeth. Focus back on my breath. The vacuum is turned on, I keep focused on my breath.
When I was done I felt more centered and calmer. I didn’t need quiet, incense, a special place, or a fancy round cushion. I just needed to do it, kids, noise, interruptions, and all.
At this point I think if I was in a totally peaceful and quite environment I would completely freak out. I’m sure quiet is lovely, but we are hardcore anti-zen—we don’t need your stinking quiet.
So quiet, so scary.
Hubby and I took our daughter to get her hair done last night.
She loves it.
So I’m hoping this is fake, or she’s just joking, but OMG I fear it’s real. Special people 🙂
Yes, another French movie. My son wants to go to France, ASAP, and is continuing to study French during the summer. Anyway, this is a wonderful movie. The character growth of both the main actors is extraordinary. The basic plot: a wealthy paraplegic white man doesn’t want to be treated with pity so he hires a young Senegalese man from the ghetto of Paris as his full-time caregiver.
Compassion, friendship, humor, and adventures tie these two men together in a beauty of a movie based on a true story.
Okay, watching the trailer again made me tear up, this is such a beautiful movie.
Nick Frost plays Bruce, a man hiding from himself and his passion, the dance of salsa. His co-worker Drew, Chris O’Dowd, is a jerk who goes after the new boss Julia, Rashida Jones. Will Bruce allow the fire of salsa to once again burn inside him?
This is a very funny movie with great characters. The only thing I didn’t like is Chris O’Dowd plays a jerk, and I love him and I don’t like seeing him be mean like that.
So it’s Labor Day, which means the kids are home from school. That doesn’t inherently sound bad, but they are currently making a list of ways to spend my money, playing French rap, and talking to me while I’m trying to write.
How is your Labor Day?
Video of French rap, just in case you wanted to hear it.