Here is where we do most of our #gaming we dont have a game room so we use the dinning room. But that's why we bought the giant table lol. We talked about doing built ins around the big window but we plan on moving in a year or two so decided against it. I'm going through gaming withdrawl!!! We've had so many things going on and tonight was the night we were gonna get back to it....but then he ended up going out after work with an out of town work friend. Lots of rambling in this post! 🏆this trophie is to those who made it to the end lol!!! #boardgames#gamer#rambling#shelbyvilleindiana#coupleswhoplaytogetherstaytogether
Current form... 🤔 It has remained relatively unchanged over the last few years 😬 And I haven't really gotten much stronger either, at least not this year 😅 And I do wish I had a smaller waist and a bigger butt... 🙄 But on the other hand I don't want to go back to strict diets, and I don't plan to stop drinking and partying 🎉😂😋 But I probably shouldn't be doing it every weekend 😅 🤪I am however really ENJOYING working out 🤩 And I just think I wanted to remind myself of that (and get some reassurance🙊) 😁 Before I jump back in to the world of "perfect" Instagram models, and the feeling of being inferior 😆😜 #narcissism#rambling#belfie#selfie#perfectworld#instalie#girlswholift#shouldbesleeping#gymselfie
Often referred to as the “island of tears” because of the immigration rejections ripping families apart - Lady Liberty isn’t as iconic to me right now as the current president aims to close our doors more solidly to our world neighbors; the very doors which make our nation GREAT. A president from this enormous, diverse, incredible city ought to know - but he can’t seem to comprehend the value we all culturally bring to his table. You’d think he WOULD know from his own personal history: “According to records, most of the European immigrants were fleeing poverty, oppression, high taxes and religious persecution.” - stuff he has made a priority to screw this nation with. .
I left Facebook because I get political about this shit; but this sight affected me. I can’t imagine traveling to this country as an immigrant looking for a new lease on life- perhaps this is your last chance for refuge - and seeing this historically inspiring sight. Then to see the city beyond - it’s a dream. It’s the American Dream. .
I’m sorry to get political on insta, as this has been my personal refuge from the crap politics, and from the horrible people who seek to rule us. But taking a boat tour made me think of the tired, old, and sick people who fled their home countries, and all the comforts and people they knew behind just to see her. How just the very idea of America made them drop it all. It gives me chills and makes me so incredibly angry that someone at the Whitehouse or any public office would chastise or judge another human being who has left it all for an idea - the idea that all people are created equally, and that every man and woman has a responsibility in the pursuit of happiness....
I know it’s not Wednesday... but I’ve been scrolling back through some old poses this morning and it got me thinking...
For better or worse time passes. It robs me of cute babyhood, kicks summer out the door, brings a few wrinkles to my brows, you know the drill. But with each passing day there’s also amazing potential to make each of those days count toward ANYTHING.
Want to learn to play the violin? Do the splits? Speak Spanish? START TODAY!! The next month is going to pass regardless, so why not be 1 month into Spanish by the end of it?! Or playing twinkle twinkle little star or half way down in those splits?!
And if health or fitness are one of those goals of yours you’ve been putting off...my October Fit Club is starting 10/1 and girl we want you in there with us!! You and I are both going to reach the end of October at the same time, might as well make progress. Right?? If you want the info for it send me a dm, or fill out the form in my instagram bio and let’s chat!!
Part of why I love to practice and teach yoga is because it’s so adaptable. In the past year I have been pregnant, which required new modifications every few weeks. Before that I was modifying for a hip injury and doing more restorative style yoga for Endometriosis. Now, I’m healing a pubic bone injury, diastasis recti, and post-partum softness. Through it all I can still do the yoga poses, albeit slightly different variations. Some common misconceptions about yoga are that you must be flexible, lose weight, have a calm mind, and breath steadily before you try it. Truth is, none of that matters. It’s more important to have an open mind then open hips. It may not look like you think it “should”, but the benefits will be there. The more you come to the mat with your imperfections, your neurosis, your bad attitude- the better you get at accepting them. I see a lot of people quit yoga right when they start to get better. Sometimes it’s easier to stay where you are. I believe this is why some people hate yoga. Facing your true self, confronting your excuses, embodying the moment- it’s not for everyone. It can be quite painful leaving your pain. After all, you’ve suffered for it for so long. My personal practice looks different now and it will always be evolving. Evolution doesn’t have to be towards something more, it can be towards something less. Thank you @peachfriedman for her Yogafly Set Sequence. You can find this free class on Vimeo. #postpartumyoga#rambling#4thtrimester#yogaforall#adaptation#variation#loveyourselfnow
From one of our followers:
Now more than ever it is easy for young children to spend most of their free time sat inside, watching television or playing computer games. With the advent of services such as Sky and Netflix, there has been a generation of children raised by (mostly American) television, which is completely vapid and empty of any real messages of a positive life for our very young people. Where this manifests itself most shockingly may be in the popularity of YouTube based 'family vloggers' with young children, who present an idealised image of (almost always) middle-upper class family life. Children aren't stupid, and I think in many ways the popularity of these channels suggests a discontent at how less and less time is spent with their parents and siblings. This reliance on television and media substitutes for family life isn't entirely the fault of the children, though. It is an easy option for parents who find themselves working longer and longer hours for less money every year to use the television as, essentially, a free babysitter, and many parents take this option as they find themselves stressed and lacking in energy for raising children and teaching them the lessons they need in life. Also for many working class children such as myself, the parents don't often have the money to spend on the equipment needed for outdoor activities.
I was lucky to have spent almost ten years working my way up through the scouts system in England, starting as a young lad and working my way up through the different groups, until by the time I had finished I was a Patrol Leader and holder of the Chief Scout's Gold award, one of the highest achievements you can get as a scout. Whilst I certainly wouldn't suggest Scouts is perfect, I can't deny that in my time there, I had nurtured in me the qualities of leadership, strength, team work, and a love and respect for everything to do with the world outside the four walls of the house which has moulded me into the man I am today. Sadly, fewer and fewer young people seem interested in pursuing this love of the outdoors, and are instead settling on being raised by computer games, or television.
Personal #wordvomit for a belated #birthday .
I’m a #Virgo .
That’s what I say when people ask me when my birthday is. It’s true, but it also doesn’t answer their question. And they give me this puzzled look as if I owe them a decent answer. But really, I just don’t want to remind myself that another year has passed because that sends me into a panic and an existential crisis that can only be controlled by more #bipolar medicines. .
This year, I was vaguely aware of the fact that my birthday was approaching. Oh fuck. Who am I kidding. I knew my birthday was approaching. And I dreaded it. And I faked smiles when friends suggested a party. But I went along with their dumb plans. Because I had a plan myself. And that plan didn’t include being alive to write this #rambling .
See, someone dragged me out on the eve of my birthday to watch a stupid film. That friend also forced another friend to hang out with us. And the two of them didn’t know about my plan that they had just cancelled. And the two of them just stayed with me until midnight. .
Oh, you guys are still reading? Fine. . Lemme be all weird and emotional and so uncharacteristically Virgo.
Thank you. Thank you family and friends and Maniacs. Thank you for staying to reach out across miles. . Forgetting distance and time. . Abandoning limits and boundaries. . To prove time and time again that. . We are alone. Together.
I stand in #solidarity with my brothers and sisters with #mentalillness . Let's #endthestigma and #letstalkaboutmentalhealth .
| The shoreline.
I’ve always loved the ocean; the bold power of this body of water and simultaneously the soothing consistency of its ebb and flow. Lately I’m drawn to the shoreline, with footprints and markings of beings and things that imprint upon it and yet the beauty of it all being washed away and shorelines starting anew; natures little-big reminder - you can too.
#PeakDistrict Day Two. An early start under the tarp - a cold one, too, but thankful that it hadn’t rained. I enjoyed my coffee while watching a kestrel hover in the grey sky. Its presence meant small mammals nearby, perhaps mice or voles, which surprised me because the spot had been so quiet through the night. I’d mostly encountered grouse and pipit the day before. Anyway, I headed back, south across the moorland plateau of Kinder Scout, until I reached the surreal #Woolpacks and, soon after, the edenic #Grindsbrook Clough. The further I descended the scramble, the more people I encountered: first the hill runners, then the kitted-out day hikers, then the school and youth groups. By the time I was passing the dog walkers, I was back at Edale.
So... Being nice is not synonymous with being a doormat. Compromise is not synonymous with blind acceptance. Submission and subjugation are not the same thing. .
Just random Monday thoughts, people! .