Really, did you ever think you'd hear that Chumbawumba song again? I think it was my theme song for the month of August. I wrote my last post at the start of the month, and I had big plans to start kicking ass and taking names. I actually started the month off well. Then we had a week of vacation in a waterfront cottage in Maine, and that's where things started to go downhill fast.
See? All the boys are in the water. The dogs loved their new lifejackets. It make swimming easier for them and allowed them to spend more time in the water. However, our old boy (turned 12 earlier this summer) is not quite as strong as he used to be, and he had a hard time getting out of the water, as the bank of the pond is quite steep. So, I decided to pick him up out of the water. I was doing that with the little dog, who weighs only 50 pounds and took great offense if anyone went in the water without him. I never had a problem with the 50 pound dog, so it seemed possible to pick up a wet dog who weighs closer to 80 pounds when dry. When he swam up to the dock, I bent over to pick him up from the water. I picked him up and staggered backwards, bumping into the railing for the stairs to the dock. I pulled muscles in my back, plus bruised and scraped it. We were in the middle of nowhere, defined as being at least 20 miles from even a freaking Wal Mart. I got some Tylenol and some Aspercreme (Oh, man, that stuff rocks. I couldn't have survived without it.) a couple of days after the event, but even that wasn't a magic cure. I could barely walk, and when I did walk, it most certainly was not normal.
I missed my yoga class the week after we got back from vacation, which was fine because I was in no shape for yoga, even pumped full of Tylenol. But I did go to yoga the following week. I was the first person to show up for class and when the teacher asked why I had missed two weeks, I told her. She then focused the class on lower back stretches, which helped me finally get back to feeling fairly normal. I can't say enough about how this made a huge difference in how I felt. I still get the occasional twinge of sciatic pain, but I'm feeling better and doing more, and I'm ready to get back up again. So, the reboot begins!
In other news, we've been busy since we got back from vacation. We went to see Cavalia Odysseo, which is an amazing Cirque du Soleil type show focused on horses. (And the creator of Cavalia did in fact help to start Cirque.) Because it was El Esposo's birthday, I got VIP tickets, so we had access to a VIP lounge before the event and during intermission, and that was nice for everyone, as the food and beverages were better than expected. The show was amazing, and the big treat was getting to see the horses afterwards.
There was a horse named Quetzal, which is the national bird and currency of Guatemala, so El Esposo was even more thrilled. However, the horse with the most personality was named Pearl, shown here on one of his several attempts to nibble on Chivo Loco's ear:
Last weekend, the kids were with their dad, so it was just El Esposo and me. We went out for Mexican food on Friday and Saturday (two different restaurants) and had Salvadoran food on Sunday. It was heaven. We also went to the Latino Family Festival at Fenway Park, which was a long day but fun. The highlight for me was seeing Eddy Herrera. I love him. I'm going to leave you all with a little Eddy Herrera:
This isn't my favorite song of his, but I do like it a lot and the video is good quality. Plus, Eddy is dressed like he raided El Esposo's closet, though I can say that I most definitely do not even own a dress or shoes like the ones the woman in the video is wearing. Anyway, I see a lot more yoga pants and sneakers in my near future.