yoga

Lately I've been taking "casual carpool" to work. Its a handy dandy way to get to the city from across the bay. The deal is... drivers don't want to pay the bridge toll and the carpool lane is free. Alas, most drivers dont have enough passengers to fill the car. Pedestrians don't want to pay for the train but dont want to drive either. aaaahhh... A perfect storm. Drivers need passengers and passengers need drivers. A true win-win for everyone involved. So cars line up at a designated area and pick up passengers. Nobody talks. You just sit there and look out the window and pretend you don't know the others are there. The car radio MUST be tuned to public radio. You ride for about 15 minutes and then TAH-DAH there you are in the city. For FREE. Awesome system.

Well, the other day i got in a car that only had two seats. A little sports car type thing. Not new and fancy tho.. kinda old and taped together. I could smell that new age hippie smell of too many years burning incense. I think it had permeated her skin as well as the worn leather seats. We said good morning to one another and then she took off like a rocket. Zig-zagging her way thru traffic.

"I'm sorry," she whispered in a weird sort of purrrr.
"But I'm late."
"Oh that's fine." I turned and gazed out the window. I was trying to keep with the rules and limit my conversation. But it was no use. I got a talker driver.
"Whats up with the weather?" she asked.
"I think its going to clear up." I said, hopefully.
"I think it's going to be beautiful today."
"Ahhhh...yer a dreamer. Just like my ex-husband." she purred.
"in any case, I'm late to jail." she said.
"Jail?" i asked.
"Yes, jail.

silence.

zig, zag.

silence.

I couldn't help myself. I had to ask.
"So... you work at a jail?" I whimpered.
"Yes," she said thru a clenched, toothy grin. "I teach yoga to inmates."

silence.

And then the ride ended. And she sped off to jail.

if only i could be a fly on the wall in THAT yoga studio.

same

I stepped into the elevator yesterday and some dude had the same shirt on as me.

tomatoes

Our little garden is starting to take shape! Its starting to take the shape of a giant tomato plant! Oh sure, we have other things growing. We have some cucumbers and some peppers. But Michelle went a little crazy with the tomato seeds and now our garden is one GIANT tomato plant after another. Put your order in for tomato soup, tomato sauce, tomato paste, tomato bread, tomato cookies, tomato pancakes.....

dye

Trust is a major part of any relationship. Whether its a friendship or a romantic relationship you must TRUST each other in order for the relationship to last. Am i right? mmmmmhummmmm... i'm right. Keep that in mind as i tell you this little story.

Michelle has been egging me on lately to dye my hair dark. Mainly because michelle is the one who dyes my hair for me and i think she's tired of it. I think she wants me to go from my BEAUTIFUL golden locks to a darker, more mousy color that's closer to my real color. Because she doesnt want to do it anymore. But i LIKE my BEAUTIFUL golden locks and don't want to go dark. The other day michelle dyed my hair for me. She got out the little box of hair dye from under the bathroom sink and proceeded to smear the color all over my head. She told me to wait there for it to cook and then to jump in the shower and rinse out the color. I did just that. I waited. While it cooked. When the kitchen timer DINGed I jumped in the shower and washed it all out. When i finished i looked in the mirror. It looked a little darker than usual. But it was still wet. No worries. I'm sure its still my BEAUTIFUL golden color. I plugged in the hair dryer and flipped my hair over to dry. When i finished i flipped my hair back to its upright position and looked in the mirror.
"WAIT A MINUTE!"
Michelle came running in..."oh its perfect! Isn't it pretty??" she asked.
"Uh, its darker than i thought." i said.
"Yes! Its much better, don't you think?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.
I just grumbled and walked into the living room and plopped down on the sofa. Me and my dark hair sat and watched golf.

so you see... trust is very important. But what i learned from this experience is...BUY YOUR OWN HAIR DYE!!!!