Chakra Aligning 101

...yes, as you can tell, I've started taking yoga again. The last time I did any sort of yoga practice was almost four years ago, but I ended up stopping when my hubby ended up in the hospital. Then I got pregnant and we all know what an adventure that turned out to be :-P

So I've joined this studio close to us and I have to say that it's precisely what I didn't know I needed. That is, it's not a gym bunny class; there are no rail thin teenagers who can do lotus position for six hours. It is, however, a safe, comfortable, nurturing place to learn this ancient practice. The women (and it is mostly women, though the studio does have a few male students) are of all ages and physical conditions--some are largely healthy but overweight (like yours truly,) some are battling MS and CFS and a whole host of other conditions, and some are just trying to live a more healthy life.

Something the instructor said during the meditation part of the class today struck home: "What can you let go?" It sounds like a simple question, but it's not. She talks of yoga practice as a system to understand your body from the outside in, and that means letting go and forgiving and understanding your body as it is. So when she asked what I could let go, I thought of all the drama around the wee one's birth. Our daughter is healthy and happy now, but I was angry at my body for a long time because I couldn't carry her to full term. Irrational, I know, but there you have it. ;)

So I 'm trying to let that go, to let go of the feeling that my body had betrayed the both of us, despite doing everything I was supposed to do. With any luck, I'll get pregnant again and I want to start that process cleanly and positively. And positive, for me, means letting go of some garbage.

Namaste. :)

I love the smell of chutzpah in the morning

No, not another IA story. :)

A little background, so you don't have to go back and read all my posts on this debacle: back in May (it seems so long ago now!) we nearly bought a house. The deal fell through for one really big reason: the first time homebuyer's program that we were told by our broker that we qualified for, decided that we didn't qualify after all. And looking back, nearly 99% of that disaster could have been prevented had our broker called the county agency which administered the program to find out what their guidelines were.

But he didn't. And so, we trusted that he knew what he was talking about...and lost $2000 (between earnest money and the appraisals/home inspection on the house) that took us forever and a day to save up. This is not counting that we also lost a house that would have suited us very well, had things been as they were represented to us.

Yesterday afternoon, the phone rang. It was our broker. Lovely. Apparently, he's changed jobs for the third (fourth?) time in a year and wanted our contact info so he could contact us again when we were ready to restart our loan process. :-O

Yeah. We'll call you five years after hell freezes over, buddy.

(And I don't think it's entire coincidental that his wife---who was our real estate agent---wants to meet me for lunch next week. After all these months, I can't quite believe this is purely a social call. But we'll see---I only get a half hour for lunch so if this is some sort of sales pitch, she can only ruin my day for 30 minutes.)

The chutzpah, it burns....:)

Sure. We'd love to lose our jobs for you. Not.

A bit of work-related hilarity, here. Those who know me IRL know I have a co-worker I will call IA (for Idjit Attorney.) He reminds me each and every day how lawyer jokes got started because he's the punch line for most of them. (On a personal level, he's not that bad. On a professional one...yeah. Not so much.)

At any rate, IA was on vacation this past week. His wallet got lost (or stolen) and without an ID, he couldn't board his plane. Instead of doing the rational thing and fixing his problem himself, he called his paralegal. At work. When we're all so swamped that even if we had an evil twin and a clone, we'd still be short-staffed.

His request? IA wants us to go into the DMV computer system and print out his driver's license photo so he can board his flight.

Um, no. For one, those databases are restricted---that is, unless you have a damned good reason to be there (like a pending or current criminal investigation) you don't go playing around in there. Them's the rules and breaking them means termination. (Yes, we're civil service and all that, but there are some rules you just don't break. This is one of them.)

So the paralegal pretty much handed his hat to him and told him to contact HR to see if they could fax over his work ID or something. And then she hung up on him...because, you know, she was busy.

There are a thousand IA tales in the Naked City. This has been one of them. :)