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Hi Bianca and Bailey!

How are you lovely ladies?! I MISS YOU, BAILEY! And I’m so glad we could meet up for lunch yesterday, Bianca! I’m so stoked for Algebra’s surprise birthday party this weekend! Since you gals are coming, it feels like a party for me.. Sh… don’t tell Algebra (about the party or about me stealing his party thunder and totally enjoying it).

So. I had to take yesterday off (TMI, you’ve been warned) because I have a super painful UTI. It’s horrible. I haven’t had one of these since I was like 10. What the heck?! Where did it come from and why is it showing up now? (My yogi friend is sure it is because I’m stressed, so I’m going to take a moment right now and apologize to my bladder for being super stressed out and not taking adequate bathroom breaks. But ,bladder, I’m (we’re?) a teacher, a bathroom break is a luxury we don’t have.)

Being the kind and wonderful(?) coworker I am, I warned my colleague that I was sick and would have a sub. The dialogue went this way:

Me: Hi! Just FYI I got started getting sick after afternoon recess, got sicker, went to the doctor, am on super strong antibiotics, left sub plans and will have a sub tomorrow.

Her: Oh you first year teachers get sick all the time. I’m sure you’ll be feeling better soon.

Me: (I AM A THIRD YEAR TEACHER, JERK!) Ha. I didn’t know that being a first year teacher caused UTI’s.

Her: Well it sounds like you’re not contagious, so enjoy your day off.

Me: {BRAIN EXPLOSION!}

Am I just being ubber sensitive because I’m stressed out or is she being a jerk? Blah. I think it’s super inconsiderate and mean. Sure, I’m not contagious, but I also couldn’t stand and had to pee every three minutes. RUDE.

Anyway. To make the day better, I have parent teacher conferences today and tomorrow! WA freaking HOO!!!!!!!!

Luckily, my yogi friend suggested some beverages to get me through the day and I think they’re working. I’m actually in a great mood and ready to be here for another 1,345 hours.

Sipping coconut water and Kombucha (I don’t know what it is either),

Bridget

P.S. In case that wasn’t enough information for you – – – the antibiotics turn my pee bright orange. Annnnnd I’m finished.

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Simple Math to a Beach Body

Happy Tuesday B&B,

How’s your second day of the work week? You’ll be happy to know that I survived Valentine’s day. Algebra bought me a new, beautiful watch and found my favorite wine that I didn’t think existed anymore. His gift was pictures of what I ordered off Amazon for him 5 minutes before since I was boycotting the holiday, but then accepted the fact that I must participate.

Anything eventful happen to you ladies last night or did you just go about your usual Valentine’s routine?

Anyway. I’ve decided to stop eating carbs (again). Not only will it include all the gluten I shouldn’t be eating anyway (a gluten intolerant diagnosis just doesn’t seem scary enough for me to avoid the stuff), but I will help me drop a few lbs. I’m feeling the summer swimsuit pressure already, ladies! And guess what? I couldn’t be happier about it. The sun is shining, the air is getting warm and minus that little snow storm we’ll certainly have the the end of the week… I’m ready to throw on my bikini (I am, my body; however, is not – thus the carb ban).

I’ve also subtracted pilates (scheduling constraints) and added yoga and kalari. Team! Have you heard of kalari? OMG. It’s AHHHHmazing. Officially, it’s Indian martial arts (I think). Unofficially, it’s superhero training/gymnastics for grown-ups. It’s probably the best thing I’ve ever done. I attended my first class last Thursday and I’m still sore. Plus, my cheerleading background actually came in handy (first time since trying to date studly seniors in high school) when I could do a hand stand AND a backbend.

So, if I’ve done the math right (I’ll check with Algebra later):
(Bridget – carbs) + sunshine – pilates + (yoga x kalari) = Super hot bod in time but preferably before summer!

I can't wait to look like this in a few weeks! No?

Right? I’ll let you know how this goes (especially because I can’t remember a time in my life when I haven’t been actively trying to lose weight).

In totally awesome and important news, ALGEBRA’S BAND IS A CITY WEEKLY MUSIC AWARDS FINALIST! So awesome! There’s three bands, King Niko and two other bands that I’ve never heard of and the winner gets 2K and all the glory. Super neat-o. Bianca suggested we glam it up and head to the concert this Saturday and I couldn’t agree more. Bailey, you in? It’s at the Vertigo Room of The Complex (some new venue in downtown SLC) on Saturday night. Woot, woot!

Thinking skinny, carb deprived and not at all angry about it,
Bridget

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The Calm After the Storm

Why hello there, return San Diego travelers!

I hope you both had an excellent vacation to San Diego! The pictures look incredible, I bet the sunshine was miraculous. I can’t wait to hear all about your trip!

While you were gone I went to a King Niko show (for the City Weekly Music Awards), a Jazz game and watched the Super Bowl with some friends and the family. Good times, but I definitely missed feeling your presence in SLC.

On Sunday (before puppy training class – Imma kill Wiener), I went to Jami’s Sunday class at Flow Yoga. That class makes my whole week. It’s like church, but with thought-provoking messages you actually want to listen to, people you’d actually like to be around, stretching, challenging poses and no stale ‘body and blood’ of Jesus (I’ve still never been able to wrap my brain around the whole communion/sacrament thing, btw. Ew. Why do I want to eat Jesus? After a decade in Catholic School, you’d think I’d get it or at least accept it, but nay.) ANYWAY. After yoga I had resolved to become this calm and kind and open human. I was going to be the epitome of zen.

Ha.

Fast forward 24 hours and I’m the exact opposite. I’m cursing at everyone that dares share the freeway with me, making snotty comments to my Research Design professor, on the brink of calling one of the DramaWhores and giving them a piece of my not-so-Zentastic mind and picking an extremely irrational fight with Algebra (that lasted a good 4 hours – and ended with me crying and apologizing for being such a betch).

However, after I got all that crazy out of my system, I’m actually feeling really calm and awesome today. Today is a great day, my friends! I’ve been singing and dancing around the classroom and we even did fourth grade yoga. I’m pretty sure my kids think I’ve been doing drugs – but nay, I’m just having a good day.

Perhaps I needed purge a few things before I could actually start a journey of yoga like calmness.

Namaste,
Bridget

PS Bianca – after our IM about Lululemon, I went to the showroom to check out snobbish yoga gear and I have a confession: I’m hooked. If you ever think I’m putting on Nike ish ever again, you’re sorely mistaken. It’s amazing. Eff my paycheck from the school district (really, eff it, I blew a quarter of it on yoga gear), I want to quit my job and work at the Lulu store just so I can wear the gear all day. Do you think they put crack the material or something?!

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In lieu(lulemon) of an e-mail

Bailey started her new job today (CONGRATULATIONS BAILEY!) and didn’t have time to send us a traditional e-mail. So we thought we would share our quickie IM conversation we had this morning instead.

*Bianca: Good Morning, Gals

**Bridget: Good Morning!

***Bailey: Busy Morning. But Hello! How are ya?

**Bridget: It’s Friday, therefore fabulous.

*Bianca: I’m fab too. I had a great workout last night.

***Bailey: Your new gym is weird.

*Bianca: Tell me about it. It reminds me exactly of cheerleading tryouts except you’re judged not by your high kick but the quality and quantity of your Lululemon spandex.

By this measurement, I am the poor smelly weirdo who lives in the house where the lawn doesn’t get mowed.

**Bridget: Dude. In high school, I was judged by my high kicks and my high tops. My High School was crazy judgmental.

I got to college and it was all about spangley ass jeans.

And now that we’re twenty middle – we’re defined by it all! iPhones, Cars, Skincare… Not going to lie, Bianca, I always feel embarrassed of my skincare next to you…

***Bailey: Spangley, huh. I’m going to have to look that up.

*Bianca: Where I am poor in yoga clothes I am rich in skincare. This is true.

If only we were judged on the fuel efficiency of our cars. Then we’d be the coolest girls in school.

***Bailey: I’m only rich in JCrew clothing and accessories thanks to my JCrew card and the outlet. But I guess that also makes me rich in debt?

*Bianca: Don’t forget friendship. We’re rich in friendship. Also, carbs.

**Bridget: Ha! Friendship and carbs, two of my favorite things.

I’m $100 richer today for not texting for a week. Thanks for betting against me, roomie (seriously, thank you).

And you’re right, Bailey, you’re very rich in preppie attire. And I’m rich in techie nerd gear…

*Bianca: I’m rich in hand-eye uncoordination.

***Bailey: Really, Bianca. Carbs? I have Celiac disease.

*Bianca: You are rich in allergies, my friend. And don’t see that as a bad thing. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. So you are both rich and strong.

**Bridget: And allergic.

***Bailey: I’m going back to work.

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Namaste the Hell Away From Me

Good Morning!

I’m wearing an itchy sweater today. It was kind of expensive so I feel obligated to wear it from time to time (especially since it’s really cute), but I dread it every time I put it on. If I threw it away I think it would take some stress out of my life not having to choose it from my closet. Maybe I should do that. But then again if I go throwing away clothes that are occasionally uncomfortable I will be left with my stretch pants and pajama shirts. I should also throw away expensive trendy items of the past. Just because I spent a fortune on it in 2005 doesn’t mean I should be wearing it now (Read: Pink sequined tank top purchased for 20th birthday).

I’ve been working on living in the “now”, but as you can see nothing exciting is happening now outside of my itchy sweater. I want to live about two weeks in the future where all of the fun is. Even my yoga instructor acknowledged that it’s hard to live in the now when the now is so boring. I would say the only time I actually do live in the now is when I am at yoga!

I don’t even know where to begin about my love for Flow Yoga and the powers of Jami Larson. 6 months ago I hated yoga. I did 24 hour fitness yoga under flourescent lighting with the bass of techno music booming through the walls from the spinning class next door (so relaxing), and Bikram yoga where they encourage flatulence in 100 degrees (on carpet. Flatulent, moist carpet). But then I found Flow Yoga and Jami. I’m 5’10, I can’t touch my toes, I can’t even touch my knees. At most yoga studios my lack of flexibility would make me an outcast. But not at Flow. They embrace my uncoordination and encourage it. I leave yoga feeling incredible inside and out! Trust me, I can hear how cheesy I sound, but you have to experience it for yourself before you judge me. I guarantee after one class at Flow you’ll be calling your emotions beautiful, and admiring natures children. We should yoga it up Saturday morning since we’re both way to injured to be running. (Injured, lazy, whatever you want to call it.)

I could use a little yoga today, but I’m content living in the two-weeks-from-now. Two weeks from now I’ll be poolside in Cabo where the margs flow like wine, you’ll be in Denver bar hopping Lodo, our half-marathon will be over with, and SLCinNYC will officially be SLCinSLC! I’m so happy she moved home. Our fun rate has increased by at least 60% since her return.

I hope that right now you aren’t in an itchy sweater.

Namaste,

Bianca.

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