more squats for katie
[vimeo 9943586]
besides just being a rad song, this video made me feel a little naughty for watching.
impropriety quickly manifested into sick spite as i accepted the fact my bum is far from "on call" for cartoon. even in black and white.
extra side lying leg series today pour moi.
happy weekend loves.
artist/song: sebastien teller "look"
directors: petra mrzyk & jean-francois moriceau
aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
my rope. end of it. me. hello.yesterday's first french press: 4am, first spin class: 6am..........end of last class: 9:40pmcomplete sentences ceased around noon; caveman tongue takes less energy and faculty.spin class: gear...more.....bike..........must go faster........... pilates class: stomach ......be flat...... leg......lift higher........good.......last week a girl fainted in my saturday pilates class. we were doing standing leg series at the wall. i swear i saw brain as her eyes slot machined back into her forehead. i haven't been able to shake the fear of someone fainting now. every time i ask them to stand, huge waves of panic crash over me. i'm convinced they're all going to faint. all at the same time. dominos. instead of watching pelvic girdles and ribcages, i'm looking at everyone's eyes terrified they're about to lose conciousness. they think i want to make out. i will if you PROMISE not to faint!!!!thank god i'm able to push the morphine starbucks button every two hours: more coffee!! more coffee!! more coffee!! more coffee!!! venti! venti!! venti! maybe if i say it in russian or chinese they'll go bigger than the venti?!?!? i'd like a giant ass'd, extra-hot, mutha-fuckin, black, non-sweetened, no-room for cream drip......please.(twice) i, furiously, busted out of my driver's seat, only to be thwacked right back in by my seat belt.........of course with others watching.so here i go again, on this last day of the week. second french press of the day. my hair doesn't frizz, but i'm convinced my eyeballs do. frizzy eyeball girl. tis moi. all i know for oprah-sure is that i can't stop buzz~buzz~buzzing; and all i want to do is drown in creamy, white sheets.for now, i'm going to just sit here for a moment in my "hand" chair and regain a little composure.happy weekend,katie
Welcome to the Jungle
Well now i know why other pilates/yoga instructors dim the lights when they teach. Last night I subbed a class where The Royal Teens finally have their answer to "Who Wears Short Shorts." Two seconds into a single straight leg stretch, and I was transported into a 1970's porn.
Gentlemen. Ladies. Clippers? Razors? Nair? Wax on, Wax off? I don't care just something. Please remember there are others to consider when you decide not to practice good housekeeping.Signed,Eyes still bleeding
Weekend? Gone so soon?
Weekend? Where did you go so fast? Was it something I said; you seemed to vanish so quickly? I found myself sitting in bed this morning, covers up to my chin, looking out at the empty, lonely monday morning, calling out "call me?" in a sad, pathetic effort inspiring you to a quick return.I know we didn't start off on the best foot? Friday evening, precious time and IQ points were lost that will never be regained: 
At least my crepes of butter and cream, with a side of mushrooms, saved the evening from a total bust:
Saturday we regained our footing. I taught three classes, one of which was "Pilates for Pink" which raised some money for breast cancer:
Post tuck and squeeze I decided my toes and fingernails needed a little spiffying up:
Date Night with HH still has me giddy and swooning.....................................................
And how about sleeping in on Sunday morning (well 6 am is sleeping in for me,) with 2 french presses, 3 newspapers, and an outing with Truman?
Finish it off with an afternoon nap, Lapsong Souchong tea, and dinner with friends. The only thing missing was a tryst with the family, and it would have been the perfect weekend.Weekend, please hurry back.