I got my economic stimulus cash yesterday – a whole two days early! I only checked my account because Cute Coworker got his and we were both scheduled for May 9. As soon as I said I did get mine, too, he suggested we blow off work and go to the bar. If only the boss wasn't around.
While I would love to save this money, I really have a ton of shit to buy. It's mostly stuff I intended to buy with my tax return, but unemployment got in the way of that. I need a second guitar for my Wii so I can finally have Guitar Hero parties (priorities, people!). My list for MAC is very long, but at least there I can get some free shit with my recycling. I desperately need more work clothes. And Christ, the pants I bought when I started a month ago are already a little big. I really, really need new sport bras. My stop-gap solution of the Multi-Bra Boob Control System is not working very well these days. And of course, I need regular bras and underwear. As it turns out, I didn't lose any weight while I was unemployed – I pretty much stayed the same for two months. That was actually a good thing. If I'd kept losing, I would have needed new clothes when I didn't have an income. Now that I’m working and on a regular-ish schedule, I'm back to losing weight. So it’s still clearance racks and Old Navy for me.
What are y'all going to do with your Bush money?
I feel totally lame because I turned down two opportunities to go out this evening so I could go to the gym. But after a month of being back in the working world, I finally feel like I'm back on schedule and I'm having a really good week, work out-wise. I don’t want to blow that. Yoga was incredible last night. I had my very first yoga orgasm, after pigeon pose. One of my instructors was always saying that we carry a lot of our emotions and past experience in our hips, so sometimes hip-opening poses can be really intense. This sounds totally hokey, I know, but I can tell there is something a little more intense about hip-opening poses.
A few months ago, I was a little overzealous in a class tweaked my left knee in pigeon pose. It had been kind of bothering me ever since, so I'd not had a really good stretch on that side in ages. I guess the problem was gone last night because I had the most intense experience I have ever had in a yoga class while I was doing pigeon last night. The stretch was so deep and it felt incredible. Even though I was all stretched out on the floor and not moving around or anything, I was breathing very hard – I was practically panting. It was everything I could do to not make completely inappropriate noises when I came out of the pose back into downward facing dog. Oh my God. It was amazing. I swear, I still feel all afterglowy about it.