TWBD was debating surfing this morning. Since I leave Monday for a two week trip, I couldn't say that I really wanted to do yoga. He woke me at 6am and told me he wasn't going, surf wasn't so great. I jammed out of bed and to the studio, hoping to be there by 6:30 but arriving only 15 minutes early. I realized about halfway through practice that I started off feeling rush and, as a result, my practice was very different. The awareness of having to "go to work/be somewhere" really changes the ability to get lost in the poses.

I did my whole practice nonetheless. I didn't open up today like I have on other days this week but it was just a regular practice. And that's what I need, the discipline of a regular practice.

I got to pamper myself today too.. I planned all my work out that I could take most of today as "Julie Day" and get my haircut and all that jazz. Having a short haircut requires maintenance. Gone are the days of deciding to get my hair cut like every 6 months if that. It wasn't my fault that even though I was complete with all my deliverables in time, the other parties were not and so I felt a bit of guilt and stress doing things for me.. but I did them nonetheless. I just did them while working. I sat for an hour getting my haircolored with my laptop connected to the salon's wi-fi. It wasn't bad. I always hate sitting in that chair flipping through magazines anyway. At some point you always run out and then you start to notice how uncomfortable you are. Time flew by today.

I love the color of my hair. They had done it "golden" last time but it felt too much like a soccer mom. I couldn't deal with it. Today it is a rich violet color with lighter reds dispersed between. It's pretty cool. I like it a lot. Even The Daughter who has twice told me she doesn't like my short hair said she thinks the color is "so cool."

The Daughter is having a sleepover tonight. This is only her first one with someone other than her best little friend. It is with a little girl from school and it is just bizarre. They are, well, just so girly. It is so foreign to me. They are singing and giggling and doing all those wierd hand games that little girls so love to come up with. Tomorrow we are supposed to get up and go get pedicures. Heck, at least it is time to wear cute sandals.

The Kids are going to come to Seattle with me right after school gets out. They are going to take this really cool wilderness awareness camp that I found. The instructions to the parents include "bring garbage bags to protect your car seats." :) I think I decided today to drive up to Seattle. Having the kids with me for two weeks will mean flying and renting a car will be just as expensive and I think it sounds like a really cool adventure. The kids are totally down for it (they are begging me to sleep in the car in a gas station - where do they get this stuff?). TWBD isn't really for the idea but he hates road trips. I love them. I'm sorta excited and I want to figure out how I could take 2.5 days and still see one cool thing on the way.

If I thought TWBD would go for it, I'd leave right after school gets out... Like the bell rings, we get in the car and we drive. I know that TWBD would not be able to process and accept this so I will not bring it up. I could imagine being 10 though and thinking "When that bell rings, I'm gonna get in the car and go on this 8 hour drive to "somewhere"." Then I could drive like 4 or 5 hours the first day and then continue up into Oregon the second day.