Sunday, April 8, 2012

     Apparently butt-in-the-face-of-good-looking-guys is the theme of my week.
     I attend yoga classes as often as I can. I love being able to go to classes that I don't teach, especially yoga, so that I can learn new things and so that I can really relax into the workout rather than being on and making sure everyone else is getting their workout.
     Today I went to yoga a cute guy lined up right behind me. I thought 2:15 minutes of my butt in an attractive guy's face was bad, but today was the full hour. Not only was I thinking about my butt the whole time (rather than relaxing), but I was also freaking out about whether or not the bottom of my feet were clean since I had been walking around barefoot all morning. The cherry on my awkward sundae was that when we were in poses like downward facing dog or child's pose, I could look back between my legs and see him. Granted he was in those poses too, so no awkward eye contact, but it could've happened.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Our cat has no shame.
     My family is great. On my dad's side, though, I am kind of an awkward middle child. My cousins are either way older than me or my little brother's age. Growing up, I was so not going to hang out with my brother, so I tried to hang with the big kids. I wanted to be just like my cousins Jenni, Cathy and Nicole. They are all tall, thin, cute with almost no makeup on and perfect! Jenni and Cathy are dancers. I tried so hard in my dance lessons but, holy crap was/am I awful at dance! I have no rhythm and no grace. Trying to be like my cousin Nicole was much easier. (Although, there's no way I can fix not being tall like her and the others) She played sports and I loved going to her games. I felt so cool being able to say she was my cousin.
     However hard I tried, though, and while they're all great and really humored me as a kid, I never quite fit in. As I've gotten older, (ie now that I can finally go out with the big kids) I'm getting included in some pretty cool things! My cousin Jenni entered into a contest with a photo of her, my cousin Cathy, my cousin Nicole and my cousin-in-law Michelle. The contest people loved the photo and asked for them to submit a video. The contest is for an all expenses paid girls trip to the Bahamas and they asked me to go with if we win! I'm beyond excited.
     What could be more perfect for a group of girls? If we win they'll follow us while we snorkel and scuba dive and get spa treatments and all those wonderful things you do on an all-expenses-paid trip to the Bahamas and make a documentary and use the material for promotional ads. Here is the link to the video my family made (I'm not in it, but I can tell you my cousin Jenni's tips: lighting and makeup, lighting and makeup!!!):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=GZcwqpUAiBA

 
     Proof that I have the greatest job in the world :) One of the girls that comes to one of my classes posted this today: "Erin works me more than I can ever remember in training for actual sports. My trip to Mexìco will be 100% better because of SWEAT class. So glad to be back at Pinnacle. Great job on the re-model. I am proud to have joined Pinnacle once again. I am passing along the word and feeling great about the progress I've personally experienced! Thank you!"
     One of my friends who I haven't seen since high school told me this the other day and it really just gave me a little skip to my step: "Hey Erin! So today I was stuck at an auto-shop and had nothing to do but play on my phone. I think I read every single post on your blog. Your writing is incredible! Keep it up and thanks for the entertainment!"
     I'm finding that in life, the smallest things are the ones that make each day better and better. I know how great it feels when someone tells me I am doing my job well, I want to make sure others know I appreciate them too. One of the women who came to my cycling class told me this morning that happiness is contagious. If you work to bring joy to others, you will live a joyous life. She said I bring happiness to her and she can tell I am a happy person. This is true. I know it's hard sometimes, but every day, try to think of at least one good thing you have going for you. It could be as simple as having a good hair day when everything else seems to be going wrong. Or if you're having a crappy day just pass on a compliment to someone else. Maybe you can make their day like these girls made mine.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

     I teach fitness classes for a living. I love my job. I love my job more than almost anything. There is nothing better than getting paid to work out (other than, maybe, getting paid to write, which will hopefully happen to me one day!), however, being a work out professional can make a few things awkward.
     I meet the coolest people at my clubs and have a hookup for anything I could need help with--computer people, lawyers, mechanics, accountants, teachers, everything. And, of course, there are good looking guys working out. However, because working out is my job, I do it a lot and a lot more than most of the guys at the gym. Guys have told me, more than once, that I'm intimidating. Great. Thanks. Just what every girl wants to hear.
      Well, there are currently a couple of good looking dudes (neither of which have told me that I scare them by the way. They're both very nice) that have started coming to my classes. One of them came to my class today and we did walk out pushups. Basically you stand up, then bend over, butt in the air, and walk your hands out so that you're body is in a plank position, do a pushup then walk your hands back toward your feet so that your butt is back in the air again. My class was packed so we had to be lined up so that everyone could have room around their equipment to do their pushups. Of course, it ends up that my butt is facing the hot guy, like literally only a few feet away. Oh. Perfect. We only did those walkout pushups for, freaking, 3 different 45 second stints. Two minutes and fifteen seconds of my butt going up and down in front of his face.
     And I was wearing spandex today. Smooth.

Monday, April 2, 2012



My roommate Courtni shared this with me yesterday. Amazeballs! So funny :) I love The Hunger Games!

Sunday, April 1, 2012

     I'm reading the novel Caramelo by Sandra Cisneros and loving it! I have a few lines I want to pull out and share from a scene involving Celaya (Lala), a young Chicana and her aunt, Norma. The whole novel is beautifully poetic, but I felt drawn to a few lines about love and wanted to share them.
     Norma is telling Celaya about her relationship with her ex-husband. When talking of how the couple met she says, "...he looks back at me and smiles and winks. That wink that says, 'I know it's a lie, and you know it's a lie, but let's just keep it to ourselves, right?' I go back to being invisible to everyone but him. It's as if I was always invisible until that moment. Until he said, 'She's with me,' I didn't have a life, right?'"
     When telling Lala of the couple's separation, the Norma says, "'...I went a little crazy. Oh, I suffered, Lala, I was all right in the day. In the daytime it was easy to be brave. It was when I lay down to sleep, that's when I'd let myself cry.'
     'Why is it sadness always comes and gets you when you lie down?' [Lala asked]
     'Maybe it's because we talk too much in the day, and we can't hear what the heart is saying. And if you don't pay attention, then it talks to you through a dream...' [Norma]
      'Everyone knew how the story was going to end except me. Isn't that always the case with love?...So that after we broke up he still wanted to keep calling me, can you believe it? 'Can't we just be friends?' [Norma]
     I've always wondered about the "Let's be friends" thing. I'm with Norma. I don't think it works. I'd love to be friends with my ex, because he really was my best friend, but when I'm around him, it breaks my heart.
Back to the novel, Norma says:
     ..."'Because that's what I was, more alone than I'd ever been in my life. I was alone, and the person who loved me was a piece of red thread unraveling. Thank you, goodbye. And when I die, then you'll realize how how much I loved you, right? Yes, of course. That's how it always is, isn't it? I dreamt a dream; I opened my wallet, but instead of money, there was a row of starched handkerchiefs, and I knew I had a lot of tears to spend.
     'I just wish he would've said, 'I hurt you, Norma, and I'm sorry.' Just that, I don't know, I don't know. If only he'd said that. Maybe that's why I still hate him!
     ...'Look, I wouldn't hate him if I didn't love him. Only people you love drive you to hate, don't you know that yet, Lalita? The ones you don't give a cucumber for, who cares what they think, right? They're not worth the bother of being upset...'"