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1.  Earlier this week an agent requested a partial read of my novel.  First time ever.  Very exciting.  The first four chapters and a brief synopsis were delivered to her office at 8:33 this morning.  I will now commence frantic refreshing of my inbox, hoping for a further interest.  Otherwise I will expect the standard rejection letter, in my own SASE, in the coming weeks.  But that’s sad and I’m going to remain positive!  Positive, positive, positive!

2.  I’m moving.  Well, I’m getting ready to move.  Well, actually, I’m planning to move any day now but we haven’t packed a single thing.  I have a feeling it will be a simultaneous pack-n-move.

3.  My dance studio classes are supposed to start next week.  I still haven’t hammered out the final details with the owner of the studio.  Some of these are highly important, such as: how much will I be paid?  How much will you be charging for the classes?  Has anyone even signed up?

4.  I woke up this morning thinking that I should probably pee on a stick.  I was sure there was one in there from the last time I thought I could smell every burrito within a three-mile radius.  I doubt I’m pregnant but it would be nice to know either way.  Alas, I must have used that test already.  Or else given it to my sister in law, who is equally (if not more) neurotic than I am about that stuff.

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The Worst

Waiting is the absolute worst, isn’t it?

I have been sitting here all day refreshing my inbox over and over and over again.  So far…nothing.

Torture.

Keep on moving…

whoever got here by this search:

“little and very young bikini phtograph”

Not cool.  😡

Balance

How does one balance a commitment to nonharming with the common-sense urge to protect ones family?  Ahimsa and saucha. 

Here’s the thing: bugs are gross.  I respect their place in the order of things but…blech.  They aren’t welcome in my home.  I try using repellent pest control, to keep them from even coming around, to prevent that unfortunate scream-and-smash reaction.  But sometimes they find their way in, and crossing that line leaves a little chemical something on them that causes a quick death.  I feel horrible about it but I can’t just let them run around.  I can’t risk my 2-year old coming across a disease-carrying little critter. 

So what’s the solution?  What’s the compromise?  How do I keep my home clean and pest-free without bringing any badness into it?  I’m open to suggestions.  And no, just shuttling them peacefully out when they come in is not an option.  Unfortunately.  We have a lot of woodsiness around our house and year-round warm weather.  I would literally spend my whole day escorting bugs outside and washing my hands until they were raw if I tried to do it that way.

Convince Me

Try telling me that this isn’t the most beautiful thing.

You never will.  That dress is to die for.  And the photograph itself makes me really wish my digital camera hadn’t died a horrible death this week (yeah, it was a very sad day in the Bikini Yogini household).

Anyway, this masterpiece (the dress) is being given away if you can believe that!  Check out this fabulous blog Grosgrain for more info!

Dear Neighbors,

If you buy a designer dog, please set an intetion to take proper care of him.  Please do not leave him, along with your other puppy-mill puppy, outside in 90-degree heat for 20 hours of the day.  This is now the THIRD time that I have had to rescue your dog after he dug his way free from your negligence.  The poor thing is clearly happier on this side of the fence.

That said, he is your responsibility.  I am now going on my ninth hour with him.  As soon as I woke up this morning I heard him barking and taped a note on your front door to let you know that he would be with me.  I didnt do this for you.  I did this for myself.  So that I wouldn’t have to be responsible if he wandered out in the street and got run over.  He has peed on one of Little One’s playsilks and pooped on my floor and chewed the face off of one of Little One’s teddy bears.  I am okay with this, but it’s getting old.

If you are not home within 30 minutes, I will be figuring out some way to get him back on your side of the fence.  Short of just dropping him over, which would probably break his little legs and which I would obviously never do, I have no idea how to accomplish this.  But I will.  I will put a brick in the hole under the gate where he dug his way out today and then I will go and enjoy my pizza.

If I were the collecting type, I would say you owe me.  I’m not so you don’t.  But you do owe him.  He’s cute and has a wonky eye and is very, very itchy.  I’m sure he would appreciate a little more comfort.

Sincerely,

Bikini Yogini

Yes, I am a nerd