This is O'Riley doing his version of the Uddiyana Bandha but he always overdoes things. Instead of just pulling in his navel, he sucks his entire lower torso into his head. I find that somewhat disturbing.
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tawnyfrog;1462965 wrote: This is O'Riley doing his version of the Uddiyana Bandha but he always overdoes things. Instead of just pulling in his navel, he sucks his entire lower torso into his head. I find that somewhat disturbing.
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I love that pic Tawn just cracked us up. The girls only spoke twice at the restaurant. The first time was to order, and second to ask who's very cool cat that was. I said just eat your pizza. So it was all text, tweet, and eat.Outside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to read
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Hey Roos and all,
Just off a 6 day stretch here. Leon head butted me this morning and re crack my nose that I had cracked 3 weeks ago during a cleaning frenzy. Good Valentines dinner out with Leon and hubs, and in bed by 9:30. Amazing.
Frog, what did the Valentine say?
Bridge, sorry bout the news.
Techie, hope you have a good dinner.
What is the Ikea wedding thing? It was on the news but I wasn't listening?
Nicey, out with the Wiggles story!
Hiya Lil, Rags, MB, Gster, Cakes, Bird, Haps, and everyone else! :h
Ive learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions and not on our circumstances. -Martha Washington
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sunshinetoday;1462991 wrote: Hey Roos and all,
Just off a 6 day stretch here. Leon head butted me this morning and re crack my nose that I had cracked 3 weeks ago during a cleaning frenzy. Good Valentines dinner out with Leon and hubs, and in bed by 9:30. Amazing.
Frog, what did the Valentine say?
Bridge, sorry bout the news.
Techie, hope you have a good dinner.
What is the Ikea wedding thing? It was on the news but I wasn't listening?
Nicey, out with the Wiggles story!
Hiya Lil, Rags, MB, Gster, Cakes, Bird, Haps, and everyone else! :hOutside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to read
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So ... my Yantra Mat experience ...
As Lilly rightfully said, ordered Monday = delivery Thursday. I picked up my precious parcel and opened it to find one very tasteful green linen-like carrier bag complete with sturdy zipper and adjustable carry handle/strap. The zipper tab was adorned with a stylish plastic mandala medallion on a chain. I opened the bag with anticipation ... the mat was very nice. Very green. Very spiky. And very small - much smaller than I envisioned. About the size of a large tea towel but I guess that suffices for most stumpy tailed little tackers.
But wait! There was more ...
In a separate stylish black satin-like drawstring bag were my Bonus gifts!
? a very tiny organza-like drawstring bag containing two strange rings
? a strange belt, complete with many spiked flowers, four tabs and a zipper
? a yantra pillow, complete with many spiked flowers and an inflatable bladder
? Instruction booklet in a Nordic language
Life just doesn't get much better.
I stuffed the bladder inside the pillow and inflated. Cool! Very tidy velcro strips on the case made sure my pillow was fully inflated and sealed. Now there was NO WAY I was going to put my face against that little number. NO WAY but wait ...
what if I put it on the floor, under my desk? I took off the Blunnies and sox and rolled my tired naked feet across the pillow. Back'n'forth ... back'n'forth ... Bloody bliss!!!! In my hypnotic state I gently teased open the strings on the organza-like ring bag. Hmmm. A big silver one and a smaller black one. Hmmm. I rolled the silver one onto my ring finger because it did say it was a ring. That rolling sensation, I tell you my friends, is utter bloody bliss!!!
That left me with the belt. In the Nordic language booklet there are pics of uses for the belt. You can strap it on your arse, around your thighs, guts or if you unzipper it into two halves you can even wrap it around your head to relieve stress, huvudvark och somnproblem or if you tie it to your upper arm it will benefit overanstrangning, traninsgvark and tennisarmbage.. Temporarily, I have strapped it to the back of my office chair.
Back to the Hero ... the mat.
I don't have carpet so I think laying the mat on top of my very solid futon is the way to go. I also think that true to the original bed-of-nails intention, I should not be wearing heavy clothing - so nekkid it is. I plonk my arse on the mat.
:wow:
:no:
Too much gusto. That hurt.
I gingerly wriggle my arse almost off the mat and gently recline, distributing my weight over a greater surface area. Ah, much better. The spikes tingle, not in an unpleasant manner. It's nice in a weird sort of way. I intend to bear this as long as possible while watching some tv before locking the chooks up for the night.
That, my dear friends, is where it all went wrong.
I.fell.asleep.
Bloody bliss.
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tawnyfrog;1463004 wrote: So ... my Yantra Mat experience ...
As Lilly rightfully said, ordered Monday = delivery Thursday. I picked up my precious parcel and opened it to find one very tasteful green linen-like carrier bag complete with sturdy zipper and adjustable carry handle/strap. The zipper tab was adorned with a stylish plastic mandala medallion on a chain. I opened the bag with anticipation ... the mat was very nice. Very green. Very spiky. And very small - much smaller than I envisioned. About the size of a large tea towel but I guess that suffices for most stumpy tailed little tackers.
But wait! There was more ...
In a separate stylish black satin-like drawstring bag were my Bonus gifts!
? a very tiny organza-like drawstring bag containing two strange rings
? a strange belt, complete with many spiked flowers, four tabs and a zipper
? a yantra pillow, complete with many spiked flowers and an inflatable bladder
? Instruction booklet in a Nordic language
Life just doesn't get much better.
I stuffed the bladder inside the pillow and inflated. Cool! Very tidy velcro strips on the case made sure my pillow was fully inflated and sealed. Now there was NO WAY I was going to put my face against that little number. NO WAY but wait ...
what if I put it on the floor, under my desk? I took off the Blunnies and sox and rolled my tired naked feet across the pillow. Back'n'forth ... back'n'forth ... Bloody bliss!!!! In my hypnotic state I gently teased open the strings on the organza-like ring bag. Hmmm. A big silver one and a smaller black one. Hmmm. I rolled the silver one onto my ring finger because it did say it was a ring. That rolling sensation, I tell you my friends, is utter bloody bliss!!!
That left me with the belt. In the Nordic language booklet there are pics of uses for the belt. You can strap it on your arse, around your thighs, guts or if you unzipper it into two halves you can even wrap it around your head to relieve stress, huvudvark och somnproblem or if you tie it to your upper arm it will benefit overanstrangning, traninsgvark and tennisarmbage.. Temporarily, I have strapped it to the back of my office chair.
Back to the Hero ... the mat.
I don't have carpet so I think laying the mat on top of my very solid futon is the way to go. I also think that true to the original bed-of-nails intention, I should not be wearing heavy clothing - so nekkid it is. I plonk my arse on the mat.
:wow:
:no:
Too much gusto. That hurt.
I gingerly wriggle my arse almost off the mat and gently recline, distributing my weight over a greater surface area. Ah, much better. The spikes tingle, not in an unpleasant manner. It's nice in a weird sort of way. I intend to bear this as long as possible while watching some tv before locking the chooks up for the night.
That, my dear friends, is where it all went wrong.
I.fell.asleep.
Bloody bliss.Outside of a dog a book is mans best friend. Inside of a dog its too dark to read
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Ah Tawny, I must be over tired because I thought that cat pic was hilarious.... I laughed so hard I farted !!
I hope gorgeous Leon isn't reading my rude words. Love you both!!!
OK, here goes the Wiggles story and a flashback to previous FH who was known as Safety Sam. He was known by that monika because he was an OH&S specialist (in his own mind) and turned up for a visit one night wearing a blazing orange and green safety vest and hard nose boots. (He was an academic in real life......) I told him if he was to ever wear it again he had to scale fences from 60 blocks back and enter the premises via the back yard. He also knew everything there is to know in this Universe and many others, and would NOT listen when I told him he had his bike helmet on backwards. He rode it around like that for 6 months until I insisted he go to the bike shop and get their EXPERT opinion. He did, I was right....he was wrong. He fell off that bike eventually and broke a rib!!! bahahahahaha - too funny.... Anyway, I digress.
Safety Sam (SS) had two teenage boys and their mother (SS’s second wife who he left his 1st wife and children for) had died when they were very very young. SS has had about 6,500 relationships since that time and ‘the boys’ were quite indulged and very protected – in some ways…
The day of the punch up was the beginning of a very busy holiday period, and the day we were to farewell the eldest boy (Boy 1) on his annual trip to his older sister (from SS’s first marriage) in Brisbane. “The Boys” wanted to have yum cha in the city before we put Boy 1 on the plane. Boy 2, my middle daughter, SS and I were off to the Opera House to the Messiah after the airport drop. I was really looking forward to that part of the day, because it was always challenging blending families because “the boys” were a little weird but it would be worth it for the Messiah. One of the reasons I would always carry large handbags with a coupla bottle of cheap vino inside. I could easily duck into an alley and have a slug when necessary….ugh! (I did give up the grog early into this relationship because it was impacting on my ability to function in a relationship but SS never noticed……)
Parking was always an issue with SS and it was decided the night before that we wouldn’t park at the Opera House where we had prepaid yearly parking, we would park somewhere close to ‘the boy’s” fav yum yukkie restaurant. My daughter and I would walk back to the Opera House after a late lunch while SS and “the boys” went off to the airport. Boy 2 and SS would then meet us at the Opera House, of course using our prepaid yearly parking spot!
We lined up for about 3 weeks before we were able to enter and eat yum yukkie (not much for me or daught because it looked horrible) but “the boys” and SS had a feast and a few giggles about the chookie feet (sorry Happs) and they took great delight on tapping the table and watching the waiters with the tea pots come running. I kept reminding SS of the time and he kept gobbling and sipping tea. So, by the time they decided enough yum yukkie had been consumed it was well after planned departure time for the airport. We rushed down to the parking station booth to pay and there was a line as long as Tawny’s barbed wire fence. A Wiggles concert had recently ended and mothers, fathers, brothers, uncles, screaming kids and barking dogs had congregated to pay for their parking and head home. SS was never a patient person and had no concept that there are other people on the planet besides him and “the boys”. I was wide eyed at the crowd and quite concerned about how he was going to manage the situ given planes don’t wait. Instead of negotiating with someone in the line SS barges to the front and DEMANDS to see a manager! A manager??? Of a parking booth???? I say to myself (and daughter gives me the eye of agreement) ARE YOU SERIOUS???? The woman in the booth says she is busy for a moment – please wait…. SS says NO he WON’T wait, he needs ATTENTION NOW!! He is screaming by now and Boy 2 has moved away, as had my daughter. Boy 1 is standing firm beside SS as he is older and much more aligned to SS’s way in the world. Daughter is encouraging me to move away too. The guy at the front of the line has three screaming kids and just wants to complete his transaction and get on his way and says to SS “just give her second and I’m gone….” SS tells him to shut his mouth, he doesn’t know what kind of emergency is happening so he should respect SS and HIS needs. This makes Daddy of three (Do3) hugely furious! I can tell by the vein pulsating in his neck… Of course SS is oblivious to this because it isn’t a vein he owns so it is inconsequential. Do3 tries to point out that SS is in fact holding up the process even more by being such a “knob”, an “arrogant little (he wasn’t very tall) runt” and a “selfish human being”….. I almost clapped but by now but the situ had spilled over the precipice and hurtling to bottom of a pit at a frightening speed. I put my hand on SS’s arm to try to get his attention because, sometimes, if I was able to make eye contact he would snap out of it. Nope, not working, not even a glimpse of recognition. Do3 has now moved his double pram and older child to the side. I tightened my grip on SS’s arm (and my handbag with my grog). I can see the scene unfolding. Do3 pushes SS on the shoulder and insists he is about to get really angry if SS doesn’t just let him finish up and move on….. Too late!! SS has gone beyond Do3’s hugely furious to outrageously mental and tries to punch Do3 in the head. He can’t reach of course but he gives it another go. By now blokes from the line who have also been telling SS he is a “knob” and other choice naming words come from way back to assist Do3 punch the crap out of SS. There are children crying, women telling men to “cut it out”, men telling men to “settle down”…… The woman in the booth has pulled down the shutter….. At that point both “boys” have started a mission to rescue SS and daughter and I bolt!!! As we retreat I see SS hit the deck and his little stumpy legs point to the sky AND I see a couple of police in the distance quicken their pace. I do exactly the same heading down George street.
Who knows what happened after that in the car park, or on the trip to the airport. Daughter and I arrive at the Opera House (after many ducks into alleyways) and wait….. SS and Boy 2 finally arrive very late and we are locked out of the Messiah until interval.
After that little tale please feel free to join me on the “why did I stay in dysfunctional relationships most of my life” thread!!!!It is not what we do, but how much love we put into the doing.
Mother Theresa
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haven't had a chance to read your story Nicey .... have been laughing too much about TTFs yantra mat and the picture of O'Reilly (it so much reminded me of the Cheshire cat in CS Lewis, who disappeared leaving only his grin :H:H)
I'll save yours up for later - the way that today has gone I think I'll be in need of another chortle later in the eveningNever give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn
Harriet Beecher Stowe
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