Not really, just wanted to get your attention (imagine how many combinations of nude and that title I'll get in the keyword search analysis!)... This morning The Daughter graduated from preschool. I don't know if it is the grumpy in me or the anti-Hallmark perspective but preschool graduations have always been a bit silly to me. They just seem so out of place. I can't directly pinpoint why though. I stayed far away from Ms. Preschool Yearbook. She tried to talk to me a few times and I simply made sure she never had an in. She then talked to The Husband who told her it probably wasn't a good idea to talk to me today. Gee he knows me so well!

After the graduation ceremony I did some work on my project and am happy to say I made headway... whoohooo... oh it doesn't really work yet but I can see that there is some logical side of my brain left and I'm finally figuring it out.

The Husband and I had this really long amazing talk. It's funny how sometimes it takes what is possibly the last straw to get you to look at something. I don't know if it is temporary but the talk was truly a first time in marriage kind of talk. It was open and honest and pretty amazing. I even put my wedding ring back on ;)

With the graduation thing starting at 9 I couldn't practice this morning so I thought I'd go tonight but later in the afternoon there was a big Graduation Party at one of the kid's house... the one with the big pool, full park in the backyard complete with putting green and bicycle course. At the party I had a glass of wine, stayed far away from Ms. Preschool Yearbook and then decided to have a piece of cake.... then I told The Husband that he should be the one to go to yoga.

On the one hand, I'm stoked. I mean I really want him to try yoga and like yoga. I feel like something would change drastically between us if he did yoga too although I hate to want that so I try not to. So, when he expressed interest I didn't hesitate to say "No, you go.... I'll practice tomorrow (even though you already know you can't practice tomorrow because The Son has a baseball game and The Daughter has her gymnastics recital)." Said willingly but with internal residue. He went and I took the kids to get the new Where's Waldo book, gave them McDonalds (I suck) and put them in bed before he was home.

After he got home we talked a lot about yoga. It was amazing. He told me how for him yoga is the only time he is in the present moment and that he realizes throughout that he has to just breathe. We talked about how the asanas are one way to stop monkey mind... He told me how he felt like he couldn't do a single pose "right" but how good he feels after. It was really nice to share something together about yoga. Wierd but nice.

I have lots of things to blog about next time I get a second:

-- What it means to have friends, how to get friends, how to lose friends and why we care;
-- Growing up with emotional support: what it means if you do and if you don't? anyone know?
-- Organic cotton: why is it so important?
-- Why preschool yearbooks are a tad overboard.

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