That’s Chrissy. And this is the pose — a variation of it, anyway — that caused me to freak out a bit while trying to decide whether to attend Chrissy’s workshop this weekend. Here’s your spoiler alert: I am so happy I did. My yoga workshop weekend, Day Two: I knew going in that I didn’t… Read More showtime.
My yoga workshop weekend, Day One: I got better in crow and learned some tweaks with my hands and arms that will help as I move toward other arm balances. My core needs to be stronger. Practicing with my teachers is inspiring — they are strong and fearless — and reassuring — they struggle with… Read More a learning experience.
Is it wrong that I changed the template of Uncle Crappy (the blog) just so I could more easily see WordPress December snowflakes?
Bringing home a new roommate is going to mean there will be adjustments for everyone involved. Charlie is working on that from his end. But he’s also found ways to assert himself; that’s presented Mrs. Crappy and me with the challenge of making adjustments of our own. In the time between when we adopted Charlie… Read More 13. being who he is.
By the time you read this, I should be on my way home from the Honda dealer in my No Really It’s Actually Fixed This Time, 10-Year-Old, 245,000-Miles-On-It Element. At least, that’s what I was promised this afternoon. I don’t really have lot to add at this point — unless the car isn’t actually fixed,… Read More 9. elementary.
I look a little bit demented in this picture, but the happiness on my face is genuine. Unfortunately, it didn’t last. I took that selfie outside of one of the two shops that worked for more than two weeks to restore my Element to its former glory. It had been pronounced fixed earlier on Friday;… Read More 6. not yet.
Uncle Crappy 