Is pain, is good

What with the recent dance and yoga classes I've been taking, my body hasn't moved this much in quite a few months, and I'm feeling it too. Painful, but good. Bodies were definitely built to move, to be active, and when I'm not engaged in some kind of sweat inducing activity at least once a week I really notice it. Unfortunately it hasn't appeared to help me develop any grace at all, rather the opposite - last weekend I fell of a ladder after I attempted some crazy body supporting leg maneuver trying to take down a picture, and yesterday at IKEA I managed to drop a 100kg piece of unidentified packaged furniture on my big toe. No, I will not sue the bastards for expecting the general public to lift extremely heavy objects despite having no OHS training. That would be ridiculous. No, I will merely blame my recently exercised stiff and uncoordinated body. Perhaps I should sue my dance and yoga teachers? I mean it's all their fault, isn't it, making me move muscles I didn't know I had. The bastards.

Confession Friday

Confession #1: I've already started a dress up box for my future children, and I'm not even pregnant (or likely to be anytime soon).

Confession #2: When I was five years old, me and my best friend Sally stole those colorful squishy bath soaps from David Jones. We got busted when we started squirting them at each other in the back of the car. I got a very serious talking to from my parents and had to pay back the 20 cents for them, but I still didn't learn my lesson. My life of occassional petty crime continued until a few years ago when I got busted stealing a bottle of beer (Asahi to be exact) from my work, and was subsequently fired. It was was one of the most mortifying experiences of my life, but boy did I learn my lesson!