Short confessions...

Yesterday, I was given chocolate cake as part of celebrating my birthday a little late (I had a cold).  I ate it right out of the box with a spoon more than once, and am not ashamed.

My house is jolly well toasted from dragging out every single thing I had in storage and piling it up to start purging.  BUT - I have things sorted into three areas now, and today I start going through those areas.  One area per day, until BOOM!  Dunzo.  I will be able to see my couch.

I am not allowing myself to start looking for amazing pieces of furniture to redo or shop for pink princess phones until AFTER the last Goodwill load leaves.

I am seriously toying with the idea of doing an entirely Hello Kitty house, but I wonder how my love of glitter skulls and wanting murals of top fuel front engine dragsters could work with that.

I'm working my way back into a mostly unmodified yoga practice.  On Monday, I got into side plank without putting a knee down for the first time in forever and I cheered.  And then I fell.  I cheered then, too.

I have Level Two and Art of Assisting coming up as part of working towards my goal of being a Certified Baptiste Teacher.  And then I have a certification process that involves a video of me teaching a class.  I am scared shitless of making that video.

I touched up the pink in my hair and took off my gloves too soon now my fingernails are pink.  And then I got pink dye all over my bathroom.  Again.

There is a large spider (very large) (it looks like a fucking aerial fiddler crab) building and rebuilding webs all over my back yard, looking for prime real estate.  I have not set foot on my deck since his arrival.

"Don't Mutilate My Mink" by Christina is one of my favorite songs.  It reminds me of winter 1984, when I was sixteen and wanted to have black and pink hair and be my own boss.  

I just got chills.  (In case you don't know, I have black and pink hair and I own a yoga studio.)

I am going to have more of that chocolate cake for breakfast.