I woke with a start sometime in the middle of the night. My heart started thumping, I thought I heard a big banging noise. I listened for awhile, as if listening would help were someone in my house or some God-given catastrophe were going on but listen I did... long enough to wake my brain up and decide that it must have been The Husband turning over in his sleep that woke me. So when the alarm went off at 6am, I got up, made some Yerba Matte, told myself I must not start thinking Motrin is like candy, checked my email, woke the kids, drove The Husband to drop off his car at the shop.... and then said "You know honey if you really want to go surf, it's okay, I'll find some other time to practice." I knew damn well I wouldn't but I figured if he went surfing I'd have a great excuse to tell myself about why I wasn't on the mat. The trick didn't fly... The Husband knows me better than that.

Practice itself wasn't horrible. Not brilliant but definitely not like yesterday. I was nervous to get put into Dwi Pada today because of the thing on the back of my head. If I haven't mentioned it, the "bump" I was talking about awhile ago has progressively morphed into something else. It used to be a hard round bump and now it has gotten much smaller and is really movable. It's also incredibly sore and sensitive. I was so nervous about Dwi Pada since yesterday about killed me with the pressure on The Bump In My Head that I was totally clenched up hesitated giving up my second leg. Kapotasana... there was no way. Just no way. I barely grabbed my toes today and no one was around to help me. The crank in my back just hurts like a mother. Keeping in mind JMS' advice to "hang" - I decided since I did a crappy rendition of Kapotasana that I'd "hang" in backbending... this is much easier for me. I really really enjoy putting my hands on the back of my thighs and hanging out for awhile... it's one of the few times that I think I actually get some arch in my chest. I never see anyone else doing it through so I figure it must be completely useless... figures.

The Daughter and I went to get our toes painted today. She got American Flags on her big toes (actually quite cute) and I got a flower (she tried to convince me on the flag but I wouldn't budget). It's always odd to take The Daughter into a nail salon. The people working at the salon don't seem to mind but I get various degrees of hostility and a few smiles of joy. Some women clearly see the nail salon as a private sanctuary and the mere presence of a child simply ruins it for them. Hey, I get when you got kids and you need a break but I'm pretty skilled at tuning out other people's children and so it would never bother me. Nevermind that The Daughter is really good in a nail salon as she loves it so much. Other women, especially older women, seem to smile at her with that look of kindness mother's with grown children have. The middle aged set are just disgruntled over life I think. Younger girls are just clueless and either glued to their cell phones or reading US magazine.

It did, however, give me a chance to talk The Daughter out of going to the American Girl's Place in L.A. this week. That was her one "big summer adventure." I was going to be taking her and her friend L up there for the day but the more I reviewed the website the more I realized it would be a complete waste of time. Everything is for 8 and over girls and incredibly expensive. We've decided on an afternoon at Build A Bear instead. Much better on the pocket book and the gas tank.

Tomorrow is the 4th... A week shy of my 1 Year Post Op Surgery. Pretty wierd. I'm planning on starting the day with practice, then we have a pool party in the afternoon, then a family dinner in the evening and we'll close with fireworks on the bluff. I'm just stoked to have a valid day off. No work (and this means Ashtangi.NET too -- I'm crazy).