Downward Farting Dog: Adventures in Beginning Yoga

Puppy stretching courtesy of Google image search.

So I went to my third neighborhood yoga class today.

Puppy stretching courtesy of Google image search.

There were six of us, plus the instructor. And I ripped one. Real good.

Puppy stretching courtesy of Google image search.

Not that it was pungent. Just well-heard.

Puppy stretching courtesy of Google image search.

I mean, the instructor did say today's focus would be on poses that are good for the digestive track, so in the ericacentric model of the universe in which I reside,

Puppy stretching courtesy of Google image search.

she took it as a compliment.

Puppy stretching courtesy of Google image search.

And a very special thanks to my new yoga partner (looking at you SG) who didn't even bat an eyelash.

Footage of SG and Erica at yoga (courtesy of Google images).

Namaste, girl.

I Don't Have to Wear Real Pants Anymore

My mom died last month so I don't have to wear real pants anymore. 

Close up of the unicorn onesie.

It's true. Grief and mourning just come with this zone of proximal understanding from friends and strangers alike.

"Hello, ma'am did you [takes in my unicorn onesie] find everything okay?"

"My mom just died."

"Oh. Honey. Well just look at your shiny horn!"

I also have these amazing huge elastic band flower pants that make me want to cry they are so light and cozy. I feel like I'm in a commercial when I wear them.

Ah, cookie pants--those forgiving stretchy favorites that fit no matter what time of the month it is for me. I think the original reference is from "Scrubs." Something about wearing pants that stretch so you can eat as many cookies as you want without a waistband cutting you in half. 

Now, I'm lucky enough to work from home so 92% of my wardrobe is pajamas, cookie pants, backup pajamas, loose leggings, and T-shirts. The rest is dresses I don't have to zip. Oh, and one pair of jeans reserved for Target runs. Where I can get more cookie pants. Also, my toes have been cold since 2006 so I'm usually in slippers.

Gorgeous.

I don't know why I'm thinking about my wardrobe right now.

Maybe it has to do with the basics? Food, clothing, shelter. At all of which my mom was an effing genius. A goddess. I miss her so swearing much. If the irreversible hole ripped into these last seven and a half weeks has taught me anything it's that I've missed blogging for her too. The only reason I started this blog was to hear my parents laugh.

Whatever I end up doing with it, it feels right, for now. And it's good to be back.

Especially in cookie pants.

Mom and me in 2016. Love you Momma.

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