sleep in heavenly peace

Aaaahhh.

The Thai massage workshop was cancelled due to the snow. I was and am really disappointed about this – not just because I’ve been looking forward to it so much, but because I really did not feel this amount of snow was worth cancelling anything. I also hate how people tend to cancel for snow before considering what the roads will look like the next day – they always, always look better in the morning than they do the night before. But I’m not in Arlington, I’m 30 miles east, so I guess things could be different out there. Either way, the next session is in March, which sucks, but I will just have to wait until then.

I think this might have been a little kick from the universe to tell me to slow down and relax a little. Not everything needs to be done now now now. Supposedly.

Since I planned everything this weekend to have this day unavailable, I now have a sort of free day, and I decided to spend it doing almost nothing. We went this morning and got a 1200-calorie breakfast at Bob Evans, and then I came back, parked myself on the couch with Specials, and drifted in and out of sleep for about four hours. I’m awake again, now, but I feel rested and warm. And happy. My disappointment about the workshop’s cancellation has certainly been mitigated by all this sleep.

I ordered $130 worth of books and DVDs from Amazon yesterday. Some of them are required or recommended for the yin workshop I’ve definitely decided to go to in June – J is going too and I am mooching off her for her hotel room – but others were just there and looked good. I don’t think I’ve ever made such a large Amazon order just for myself before, and I feel guilty about it. I tend to order $5 used DVDs, one or two at a time, or to make big orders if it’s Christmas or I have things to get for other people, but it’s rare for me to get a lot of new stuff for myself at once.

For the rest of the afternoon I’m going to cook next week’s lunches, hopefully talk myself into cleaning up the house, play around with a Reiki kit I ordered, and maybe even nap some more. It’s a free day, after all. Napping is allowed.

I heart the weekend.

good tea

This morning I taught MD. It went OK. I have seen lots of improvement in him over the weeks, but there are still a lot of things about his practice that frustrate me. I actually interrupted one of his comments today to tell him to focus. I felt really, really bad, because interrupting MD just does not happen in his normal life, and I was worried he’d get mad, or something, but obviously my subtle attempts to tell him to SHUT UP AND FOCUS ON THE YOGA have not worked, so I tried something unsubtle.

After, as we were taking all my gear out to the car, he asked me if I would consider continuing to teach him every week if he paid me for lessons. BF later said he expected that would happen, but I guess I’m naive because it never once occurred to me. I had no idea what to say. I definitely don’t want to, because a) I’m not enjoying teaching him and, more importantly, b) I don’t want money to pass between me and family members for yoga. I have no problem giving out a free lesson here and there to family, but getting paid for them, or doing them every week with no end in sight…neither of those situations are right for me.

Later in the day I went to see my friend and teacher J, at her home. She asked me if I felt I was growing as a teacher by instructing him. I had to admit that I was; teaching a student who presents as many different kinds of challenges as MD does – psychological, physical, imaginative – has certainly made my one-on-one abilities grow in leaps and bounds. And BF, MD himself, and MM have all told me that I’m making a big difference to him – his comfort in his body has greatly improved, and the pain in his back and shoulders has eased significantly. But I am so, so unhappy doing it.

J said I had to do what was best for me, anyhow. And she said that she would volunteer to teach him. I said I’d bring it up to him, but I’m just not sure it’s a good idea. I don’t want her to get roped into teaching him every week, either. She may end up enjoying him, which would be great, but I still keep seeing all these different ways it could tangle up and be weird.

What I think he should do is find a group class (or two) that will work for him, and adjust to that. I think it will help him to focus on his yoga, and will remove the personal attention aspect that I frankly think he’s grown too accustomed to, too dependent on. But I think the personal attention is really what he wants, and I don’t know if he’ll accept the idea of a class.

I don’t know. It’s hard to work this stuff out.

My visit with J was actually kind of wonderful. We had girlfriend chat, and also good teacher chat, and good tea. It was so nice to spend time with another woman. I miss that a lot, and hardly remember how much I miss it until I get to do it again. Friendships with women have always been difficult for me, but there’s just nothing like girlfriend chat.

I came home and promptly passed out on the couch. It has snowed all day here (turned into quite a storm despite mild predictions), and it was dry snow, which packed down quickly and became slippery and dangerous to drive on. Since today I hopped from the yoga studio, to MD’s house, to the community college, to J’s house, to home, I think I was just plumb wore out from all that muscle tension while driving. After a half hour I forced myself to wake up, we plowed through to the grocery store, and thence back home to watch Batman & Robin. Gawd, what a ridiculously terrible movie. The production design was spectacular – a dizzying Gotham, city built upon city,  with bizarre gigantic Schumacher naked-dude statues, bright mid-nineties colors, and absurd nippled costumes – but the script was one of the worst I’ve ever experienced in a major release, and everyone but Clooney was just awful. (I pointed out to BF that he was actually bothering to act, where no one else really was.) He was miscast, as well; far too warm an actor for Batman. Poison Ivy must’ve been fun to play, but her part was so badly written that I just closed my ears and thought of The Bride. Just…yikes. Awful-dawful.

Tomorrow morning, despite the fact that I’m heading to northern Virginia for a workshop, I comparatively get to sleep in. Until 6:30. Whee!

roll’d

Something went in the oven last night that I went ahead and experimented crazily with: refrigerator pie with sauteed shiitakes, cauliflower, onions – and here’s the crazy part – fenugreek and caraway seeds. I have no idea, y’all. I’m eating it for lunch today, good or gross, so here’s hoping it worked out. I usually experiment with more generic European herbs, thyme and such, and occasionally curry and cumin, but I felt like going super-savory with this. I also played kind of fast and loose with the dairy, so it might be a total disaster. Cooking can be exciting, and not just on Iron Chef.

I thought I’d have more to say today. After all, I actually had the evening off. But I’m looking forward so much to the yin yoga practice I promised myself all day that I’m not sure I can say much more. Work was work. There was an interesting incident on my commute; someone had apparently hit a deer only a little bit, because it was still alive, and not, you know, just barely alive. It was lying down in the shoulder looking out at all the traffic, unperturbed, from what I could see. I wondered what the heck you’d do if that happened. Who would you call? How would you fix it so the deer got home? It was at a part of the highway where there were walls on either side, no trees to coax it into.

But yeah, I guess that’s all I have today. Here’s some high art for you on a Friday (with fun pop-ups, no less). A cheap trick, I know, but you and I both know I’ll have more to say this weekend, so I don’t feel that guilty.

(it’s the longest or shortest day of the year)

Just a few things today, as it’s already bedtime.

–I aced the quiz. Good for me. I feel the same mild shame that I felt as I aced my way through everything during the paralegal program: this is incredibly easy and I don’t deserve the pleasing feeling that I get from seeing “A” for it.

–First thing Monday morning as I got in my car, I smelled a horrendous scorchy kind of smell coming out of the vents. It occurred with both heat and cold blowing, and with the internal-air-only filter on as well. It smelled badly wrong, and possibly as if it was not healthy to breathe as I sat in a closed car. It was so strong that I determined, as I drove home with it on Monday afternoon, that I would take my car to the dealership 30 seconds away from my job after work on Tuesday. First thing Tuesday morning as I got in my car, I moved my nose into the stream of air coming out of the vents and smelled…nothing. It was completely gone. Has been gone since. I amused myself by thinking my car was all like “Nooooooo, I don’t wanna go to the vet! I’m all better, see?”

–During some of tonight’s class we talked about DNA, its structure, and its function. I was completely lost. DNA is really fucking complicated, composed of only certain kinds of molecules in specific sets of variations, arranged in this perfect mathematic system, and its functions are so basic and essential as to be difficult to explain adequately, like the meaning of the word ironic. I was sitting there looking at the wonderful and helpfully labeled diagram in my book, totally not comprehending what I was seeing, and I was amazed to realize that as I sat there and struggled, every cell in my body contained and was performing what was laid out on the page. Every second, DNA is doing what it does to keep me alive. And I don’t even understand it. How remarkable is that?

–If you think I am stupid for not understanding DNA, please keep it to yourself. I am not science-minded and have never claimed to be. But I was able to tell the teacher the correct spelling of “turnstile” as he was explaining cell membranes.

–That reminds me of something else that happened today. One of my coworkers often has random questions about the world, from how to spell words to what a solstice is. These are answers I almost always know, and if I hear them properly (she’s a few cubicles away), I tell her the answers. Today she didn’t know how to spell jiu jitsu, so I spelled it for her. She said I had the most random collection of knowledge of anyone she’d ever met. I thought up a smartassed reply that was also the truth, thought about saying it, thought about not saying it, and decided to say it anyway: “Nah, I’m just smart.”

–Even though I still haven’t (re)learned what mitochondria are. Cell biology, oh dread and horror, is next week.

the novelty of nerds

I often feel during the winter months that I can never quite get warm all the way through. If the house isn’t at some random ideal temperature point and/or I’m not in the right clothes and/or I was just outside, it takes a couple of hours on the couch in sweatpants and under a blanket before I’m actually comfortable again. It’s a big part of the reason I don’t like the winter, and something of a physiological mystery to me. Even if I’m indoors most of the day and only cold for half an hour in any twelve-hour period, I still get cold and stay cold so easily. I guess it’s psychological.

BF is playing Mass Effect 2 as I write this. He’s really excited, and I’m excited for him. Sort of. It doesn’t look all that much more interesting than the last one to me; apparently there are no more goddamned Mako levels and there’s a much more twisty-turny story, but the conversations still take a hundred million years, and the graphic design of the menus and backgrounds bore the snot out of me. Happily, I only have to wait mere weeks for Bioshock 2. And after that, mere weeks until Clash of the Titans. Not that I’m crazily looking forward to it, but the trailer looked REALLY awesome and this period, between Oscar season and the May openings, is the tumbleweed time for going to the movies. New Moon comes out on DVD in March, too. I may or may not be planning to preorder it.

We ate like damn hell ass kings last night. Tuna steaks grilled on the cast-iron griddle (and the house still smells like smoke), the best sauce in the entire world (balsamic butter), and a creamy, lemony, basily risotto. I still feel like I rush risotto and wind up with grains that are too al dente and not melty enough, but if I ever feel like I can take my time cooking and not just barely manage to get everything ready before BF comes home, perhaps that will change on its own. Either way, a truly awesome meal.

Yesterday I heard a conversation between two of my co-workers about The Big Bang Theory, which has been mentioned enough times in the blogs of many of you that I don’t feel the need to explain its premise. I realized as I listened to them talk that the characters on the show were novelties to them. They certainly weren’t making fun of their nerdiness, but it was clear that they’d never actually met people like Sheldon before.

I, of course, have. BF works with them every day. (One of the people he works with, I discovered, bears an uncanny resemblance to a 35-year-old Kyle Schwartz. BF assures me that this is true in personality as well as appearance. I nearly choked to death on my own suppressed laughter when I saw him at the show the other night.) Sheldon is no novelty to me, and while he’s nevertheless funny, the show doesn’t have the same ring of humor to me as it does to my co-workers, who probably believe unconsciously that no one is really like that.

This led me to some worrying questions about the rise in geek culture, and whether the rest of the world is still laughing at us behind their hands. BF thinks not, in an eminently logical way, of course. But that conversation I overheard really worried me for a while about the way the culture is mutating. Do the normals really understand what it’s like in here?

As a humorous example, BF was explaining that his D&D group is thinking about implementing an egg timer policy for how long people can take with their turns. Some of the guys take a REALLY long time to figure out what they’re going to do, and the sessions aren’t efficient enough. There was worry that this timer idea would lead to unfairness, or rushing, or something. BF said he was thinking, well, so we’ll stop using the timer, whatever. I said, change your minds after you’ve worked something out? A bunch of D&D nerds? I put on my best lisp and said “We all agreed that we would use the egg timer.” BF laughed, put on the lisp and said “You were right here! You saw it! We all signed the same paper!” The guys who play with him are of course less irritating than that, but we know these people. Seriously.

Sadly, none of them will be in my biology class tonight, where I could potentially cheat from them to get a good grade on the quiz I’m not nearly ready for. Not that I ever would cheat. But the pickings are decidedly slim in the class, were I the cheatin’ kind.

ten things Tuesday

Ten juvie books that kick ass. I am too lazy to link to Amazon for all of these, so you’ll just have to look them up yourself if you’re that interested.

1. Scott Westerfeld’s Uglies series. I mentioned these over the weekend – I’ve read the first and am mostly through the second. They’re SF and in the mood of Feed, although not nearly so terrifying (I was basically having a panic attack during the entire time it took me to read that book). Written frankly, without much in the way of literary decoration, but with extraordinarily creative ideas and world-building. I highly recommend them.

2. The Phantom Tollbooth. I’m still rereading this and still discovering life lessons from it today. I also love how literal Juster’s metaphors are; they’re so obvious that they’ve gone beyond lame and back to cool again.

3. Sabriel, Lirael, Abhorsen. I understand Nix has written more than these in this universe, but these are the three I read. These are some of the more grown-up juvie books I’ve ever read, and they are wonderful. Deep fantasy, without being boring high fantasy.

4. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Just wow.

5. Holes. I am partly sorry that this book became such a huge hit, because extremely popular entertainment is sometimes harder to take seriously, especially if it’s a kids’ book. But this one is quite special, and I’m glad that Sachar got so much attention for it. It unfolds like a flower, petal by petal, and fits together in a very Fibonacci kind of way.

6. Maniac Magee. I still choke up when I think about Grayson. God, what a book. In this same paragraph I’ll mention Stargirl, also by Spinelli, also an extraordinary little novel, which holds in its hands individuality and youth in an unpinnably poignant way.

7. No Coins, Please. Written before I was able to read, and probably forgotten, but terribly funny and outlandish.

8. A Wrinkle in Time. It’s strange how differently I read this novel each time I read it as I grew up. As an adult I can see how the author put it together and which bits she meant to emphasize, and how unimportant some of those bits were to me all the way up. Doesn’t make it any less magical.

9. The Westing Game. Ooooooh, everybody should read this fun, intriguing book. I haven’t found any others like it, not in a lifetime of reading.

10. Bruce Coville’s Ghost in the… series. These were the books I read most ragged when I was a kid, and I still have a wonderful time reading them today. I know no other books better suited to a bookwormy eleven-year-old girl. If you know any, buy these for her!

Monday meme

1. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up?

Samuel Effing Alito. In my logic I admit that their decision has legal precedent, but GAH.

2. You can flip a switch that will wipe any band or musical artist out of existence. Which one will it be?

Retroactively? Korn. Currently? …I would say Lady Gaga, but at least she’s making things interesting.

3. Who would you really like to just punch in the face?

I sat and stared out the window on this question a long time, and I don’t think anyone right now. Unless it’s Justice Alito again.

4. What is your favorite cheese?

Cheddar. Really fine good cheddar, possibly from Vermont or Ireland.

5. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your immediate disposal. What kind will you make?

Probably something like a panini. If I had a sandwich-maker at my disposal as well, I’d magic up the panini-makers from that little store in Amherst that made the best sandwiches I’ve ever had.

6. You have the opportunity to sleep with the movie celebrity of your choice. We are talking no-strings-attached sex and it can only happen once. Who is the lucky celebrity of your choice?

Nathan Fillion. For sure.

7. You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Whom do you pick?

Jack White, oh my GOD.

8. Now that you’ve slept with two different people in a row, you seem to be having an excellent day because you just came across a hundred-dollar bill on the sidewalk. Holy shit, a hundred bucks! How are you gonna spend it?

The first thing that popped into my mind to answer this question was either to stick it in my savings account or put it towards my credit card. I’m such a grownup. If not those things, probably DVDs.

9. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Australia.

10. Upon arrival to the aforementioned location, you get off the plane and discover another hundred-dollar bill. Shit! Now that you are in the new location, what are you gonna do?

Go find a bar, I guess, and get out my spoon.

11. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. It is…?

A really spunky and sweet gewurztraminer.

12. Rufus appears out of nowhere with a time-traveling phone booth. You can go anytime in the PAST. What time are you traveling to and what are you going to do when you get there?

Awwww, I needed ten of these a while back. Overall, I think I’d go back to 1927 and flap my little heart out.

13. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place?

Don’t be a dick.

14. You have been given the opportunity to create the half-hour TV show of your own design. What is it called and what’s the premise?

How about a decent sitcom, with no fucking laugh track?

15.What is your favorite curse word?

Actually? Damn. It seems more mature than the others.

16.One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Offer them beverages, probably. I was raised by a Southern mother.

17. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the item?

I honestly have no idea. Either my old journals, my yoga mat, my computer, or my box of printed-out short stories and books. I try not to think about fires because it hurts me so badly to imagine my material life just gone like that.

18. You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What’s it gonna be?

Shape-shifting. That’s always been my answer and it’s always gonna be.

19. You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

This is going to sound really stupid, but the first half-hour of the first time I saw Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet. I’m not sure I blinked once during the entire movie. I just remember being completely bowled over by the experience, the first time a movie had really done that to me. It was overwhelmingly pleasurable, like an orgasm that lasted the length of a feature film, and I’ve never been quite the same.

20.You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

I have nothing I want to erase. One horrible moment with my mother comes to mind, but it showed me who she really was, so I can’t wish to remove it.

21. The constant absorption of magical moonbeams mixed with the radioactive vegetables you consumed earlier has given you the ability to resurrect the dead famous-person of your choice. So which celebrity will you bring back to life?

Garbo. This, Mischa and Lindsay, is a star.

22. What’s your theme song?

I don’t have one. Lately I’ve been listening to much Radiohead – it goes with the winter.

blah blah blues

Man, am I beat. I’m lying on the couch right now, and it took all my effort just to get my computer off the couch arm and onto my lap.

My ass has been more or less fixed here since I got back from yoga class this morning, drowning in Scott Westerfeld’s Uglies trilogy. People who say juvenile literature isn’t real literature? Are dumb. These books are very simply written but thoroughly spellbinding.

I don’t know why my body won’t move. I don’t know why my quads ache so much, although that’s not why I’m so tired. I didn’t do anything more significant last week than I did the week before. I’ve just…collapsed. I can’t listen to my brain when it tells me to get the hell up, that there’s laundry to do, groceries to buy, non-sweatpants to be changed into. It’s just rattling on to itself and I’m continuing to lie here.

I’m tired of getting dressed in the dark. I’m tired of seeing the sunrise as I walk into work. I’m tired of the ache in my hip and leg that reminds me I’ve been sitting for about twelve hours straight, and that my weak disc is bulging against one of the nerves in my spine a little more with each passing moment in a chair. I’m tired of breathing recycled air, of relentlessly tailgating Buicks in the fast lane until I can get around them (without even thinking about why), of looking at the OM symbol in my back car window when I check my blind spot and thinking, oh yes, that’s a piece of that other life. The one where I have time to do yoga instead of only teaching it, the one where I can breathe fresh air, the one where blogging is a release rather than a chore. The one where getting off the couch doesn’t seem impossible, and I don’t have to set aside special time just to read a few chapters of a book.

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BF and I spent time out and about last night, with his work colleagues, and although the show was distinctly mediocre, it was nice to be out. I also enjoyed putting faces to names, the people he talks about, and seeing what their wives or girlfriends are like. Kismet worked out such that BF was sitting next to the president of the studio, and I could tell he had pretty much no idea what to do with that stroke of “luck.”

Speaking of dubious luck, I managed to break his PS3 yesterday. I was watching Watchmen on Blu-Ray (and oh, how much I discover anew each time I watch it; not just depth of character but sweet-ass filmmaking tricks), and it froze up even though the disc is one that I got as a Christmas gift and have watched once, and after that it failed to recognize that any disc at all was in the player, be it Blu-Ray or game. Sony’s software truly is a house of cards, but I feel bad that I knocked it over. I hope it’ll think about what it’s done and change its mind next time it boots up.

Did I mention the Lindt store is closing? Lindt has been my favorite chocolate for years, since I went to Europe and had good chocolate for the first time (Hershey’s bars taste like chalk when you’ve had Milka, from Switzerland), and luckily there was a whole little store right there in the shopping center near our house. But BF and I found yesterday that it was closing forever and we bought $35 worth of 50%-off chocolate, which incidentally is a great deal of chocolate. The savings were good; the reason is positively tragic.

What else did I do yesterday? Taught MD in the morning, and he had a breathing breakthrough that was incredibly gratifying…but he wants two more sessions out of me. Another thing that wears me out, and down. Bought some books. Ate at Panera. They have this delicious new mac & cheese that’s absurdly overpriced for its portion, but NOM NOM. Came home and wrote this morning’s class. Went to Baltimore for the show. Tried to make good jokes. Came home and collapsed into bed, ready to wake up at 6 AM for my class.

I made twenty-one dollars from teaching yoga in the last two weeks. Oh, how those ducats jingle in my moneybag.

My blues are depressing even me, so I’ll sign off.

six-word Saturday

The Lindt store is closing. Waaaaaah.

upkeep, skin butter, Julian Sands (ick)

I’m watching this, and it is really, really not good at all. (I spent forty solid minutes paying full attention to it before deciding to blog, thank you.) Pattinson isn’t such a terrific actor, but he’s doing all right; the movie itself is unbelievably flawed. Part of the problem is that Julian Sands is in it, he of Boxing Helena and rat-sex* fame. Like Christopher Lambert, where Sands goes, bad movies follow. I’d like to think the novel it comes from is also bad, because if it isn’t I feel awfully sorry for the author, for what this movie has done to his work. Much easier if it were yet another example of tapping WWII to write a bad ghost story. Which would also be a shame, because I can see how it would be a good ghost story if done right.

*The videos on that linked-to page are NSFW, but freekin’ hilarious.

Anyway, that’s too long a paragraph spend on such a rotten movie. I do love watching Pattinson’s hands and fingers and long square jaw, and his voice is much more palatable with the accent. A shame Edward Cullen has to be American.

Last night I did Ganga and Tracey’s Fire DVD, full of chaturanga and intense movement. My shoulders have been losing muscle mass of late and I wanted to gain a little back. It felt good to work hard, but I’m also a little amazed at how much more capable I am at doing that DVD than I was about four months ago – no exhaustion this time, only a little sweat.

Sometimes of late I’ve felt very tired of the round game of my muscles, how difficult it is to keep them strong and long. Stasis is difficult enough, and improvement that much harder. It takes effort on a constant basis, or it takes a lot of effort every so often. I have to keep myself as long and strong as possible to be a good model as a teacher – and also for my own vanity – and the work of it is a little maddening. I don’t know how to explain this any better, except to say that I wish there were more hours in the day to spend on upkeep. It can be pretty frustrating.

Biology night before last was actually interesting. I know I’ve done a lot of complaining in the past about the community college instructors, but I’ll try to right the scales just a little bit by saying something I really like about them: thus far, to a man, they are all incredibly down-to-earth, rational, commonsense kind of people. Academics are so often disconnected and lofty in their attitudes, and having teachers who understand that you have a life outside of their classroom is extremely refreshing.

This guy was like that. I think he’s an M.D., and he talked incredibly fast and was very, very knowledgeable, and I liked him greatly. We ran through the basic systems of the body – skeletal, muscular, cardiovascular, yadda yadda – at light speed, and the more he explained, the more I found to marvel at. About half of this information was stuff I hadn’t heard before, but that doesn’t mean the old stuff was any less remarkable. I LOVE the body. I hope that love will buoy me through all the opening jazz about cell structure and so on, the stuff I couldn’t memorize even in 10th grade when my brain was 13 years younger. Tests ought to be interesting.

Woe is me, for I just wrote a long paragraph praising Upper Canada Soap for their Milk & Almond skin butter, which is lovely and decadent and has a light pleasing fragrance so nice that I’ve been putting it on totally unnecessarily at night just to smell it (and because it’s like buttah, darling, and the bumpy skin on the backs of my thighs is fading magically away), and I can’t find that particular product, sitting on my knee right now, anywhere on the internet to link to so you can get some of your own. I got it for free from MP, through some friends of theirs who do something that clearly has to do with skin products, but I can’t remember what, and I wanted to advertise it, but I guess it’s discontinued? Or brand new? Either way, I’m sure that if you chose to go all the way to Canada for your skin products, this would be the right company for you. Yummy stuff.

And that is all I have to say this marvelous Friday.