things that make me go

Posted January 26th, 2007 by Michelle

Call me wacky, but I am so delightfully happy to be home alone on a Friday night, well into a second glass of really terrific Pinot Noir and watching “An American in Paris”. My body aches from head to foot- this is the first time I’ve done three spin classes in one week- and I hurt in places I never knew I had muscles. This happens to me after really rigorous yoga as well- last night, as I stretched out on my stomach (over a bunched-up pillow so the girls could breathe) I realized that I was sore between my shoulder blades in a way I’d not experienced… that I’m sure was directly related to “eagle warrior”. All this to say, it’s incredible to feel my body change, and to work extremely hard all week, and be home where it is warm and I have a little space to be dreamy, both about what is going on right now, and what might happen in the fall.

Anyway, there are a few things I’d like to recommend to the world at large, because they are making me very happy:

The Treo 680.

Christ, I love this phone. My dear sis gave me a Treo 650, but a couple of the buttons didn’t work and the place where the SIM card lived had seen too many soy coffee drinks- or so said the guy at Cingular. Regardless, her phone finally got me to kick Sprint to the curb (after 9 years of torture) and showed me the SmartPhone light. This device is incredible- lightweight, crazy fast, no visible antenna, intuitive, superfast email & web, great sound quality, etc. I love it.

My iMac at work.

Bestest, sexiest, hottest, fastest, most awesomest desktop computer EVER. I love all the new versions of software, love the quality & size of the screen, love it, love it, love it. Want to have babies with it. Want to make it breakfast.

All Stonewear Designs yoga clothes:

Their cotton jersey line is the greatest line of yoga pants (and tops) I’ve ever owned. Stretchy, clingy without being form-fitting, terrific for those of us with small frames but ample, um, apendages. I can wear the bra tops, and only the bra tops (without another sports bra) on the treadmill (as long as I’m not all-out running for any length of time.) I like their stuff so much, I wrote them a dorky letter, which so effusive it was forwarded all around the company.

Candy corn.

Why do I love this fake-wax-not-even-food so much? I could eat bags of this stuff every day. Just thinking about it makes me all kinds of happy. I’m insane for candy corn. I can’t stop myself. And if you look hard enough, you can find it year-round.

That’s what I got for a Friday night. I suggest using & enjoying all of the above on the same day.