Downward-Facing ADHD Doggie: Frantic Yoga

“Downward-Facing ADHD Doggie:
Frantic Yoga”
I may pride myself on being a hearty soul, but the truth is that I host a puny inner wuss, a very small person who lives inside me and who doesn’t like scary or creepy things like:
voles;
people knocking on my front door wearing crisp white shirts and neckties, travelling only in pairs, wielding a fistful of “literature”;
headless Barbies;
leggings underneath dresses;
lots of shots of Jagermeister;
J. Lo’s ghoulish husband Marc Anthony (leader of the Latin Vampire Cadre–“now serving blood-based salsa in the Green Room; all those with backstage passes, prepare to meet your fate”);
Texan housewives, with their big red mouths continually yacking and shellacked hairdos never moving, even under the duress of rhetoric blown at high, unthinking speeds out of their husbands’ mouths;
gaggles of Red Hat Society Ladies, out for tea, having rented a limo for the afternoon;
alligator on-a-stick (attendees of the Minnesota State Fair know whereof I type)
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Such things make me shriek like Nicole Ritchie, all smoked up, seeing flashing lights in the rear view mirror. And then we both grab our cell phones and call our publicists (Nicole: “Um, yea, so I smoked some pot, and then took a little blue pill, and I really had to drive because I absolutely had the munchies, but I can’t actually eat anything cuz I already had my tic-tac today, so I thought maybe I’d just go stare at the Hollywood sign and think about how it looks like it could be made of Twizzlers.” *** Me: “Omigod, I totally just slapped that Texan housewife when she told me I should wear more gold. How can we spin this to The Duluth Tribune?”).
But what if my publicist is out for cocktails at PURE with Pamela Anderson and Jamie Foxx and doesn’t pick up? What to do then?
Well, I could assuage my fears by attending a calming yoga class, right? I mean, through controlling my breathing and working through a series of sustained poses, I could cleanse my chakras and free myself from the willies engendered by women who wear too much make-up; I could re-center; and I could get back to what’s important (like how the Hollywood sign looks like it could be made out of Twizzlers).
So one day, after a run-in with a headless Barbie (that’ll teach me to vacuum under the beds), I was forced into an emergency visit to yoga class–all I needed was that reliable, gentle atmosphere and a few warrior poses, and the mantra of “no head, no head, Skipper had no head, no head, no head, but she had on excellent pumps, but no head, no head, no head” would be banished from my brain.
Upon entering the room, I noticed the teacher had not yet arrived, so I spent a little time sniggering at a couple of the other class attendees (not so very yogic of me, I concede), especially the woman in full make-up, sporting a sternum full of jewelry and one of those off-putting coordinated gym outfits. What the pajeebus is up with women like this? Naturally, I assumed she was a Texas housewife, visiting the city to see how we do our downward dogs north of Ye Olde Mason-Dixon line.
Suddenly, however, this woman reoriented her mat and welcomed us all to class. Wait a Mary Kay minute, but she was the teacher! After a few words to greet newcomers and a couple tips on how to use a flatiron for best effect when straightening hair, Mary Kay Yogi started class.
What ensued made me long for more quiet, quality time with Headless Skipper; at least she and I could stay focused on each other for more than ten seconds at at time. Mary Kay Yogi, though, moved through each pose in rapid time–we barely held “Free Pink Sedan” pose for a nanosecond– keeping us moving at a staccato pace for an hour while we held each pose “for five breaths” (if those breaths were coming out the mouth of a mouse in Mile 18 of a marathon). I would no sooner hit a pose than she’d dismiss it, calling, “Okay, let’s shake it out.”
I don’t know much, but I know this much is true: in yoga class, the words “let’s shake it out” are antithetical to everything that the holding and breathing and shaking and sweating are supposed to be about. No, no, no “let’s shake it out.”
Normally, I leave a yoga class feeling refreshed and cleaned out, ready to face the Red Hatters of the world, but that day, after my mandatory post-class makeover, during which I learned the proper application of false eyelashes, I felt, well,
Texan.
Go, um, Spurs?
(shout out to Rocco)

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17 responses to “Downward-Facing ADHD Doggie: Frantic Yoga”

  1. Van Avatar
    Van

    downward facing snowman sweater is the most choiceyest of all yoga positions

    that photo of the partially torn Mary Kay bumper sticker is such a poetically ironic image.

    great post. i’d like a poster of this post.

  2. mist1 Avatar
    mist1

    We have alligator on a stick here too. I miss the MN State Fair. I don’t get nearly enough foods on a stick. If they did a contest asking for recipes on a stick, I would totally win. I’ve got lots of ideas.

  3. Jocelyn Avatar
    Jocelyn

    Van–You make me very happy. I was thinking the same thing about the bumper sticker (now I’m glad I soldiered on when placing it into the post became a huuuuuugggge, ongoing hassle). I’ve tried getting to your blog, btw, by clicking on your name here, but it says your profile hasn’t been revealed. Man of mystery!

    Mist 1–Now you know I have to ask. Like *what* on a stick? Give me your brainstorm, and perhaps the State Fair kingdom will be yours.

  4. Van Avatar
    Van

    I’m not sure why it’s posting under the Van account, furiousBall.com this is me…

  5. Jocelyn Avatar
    Jocelyn

    Ah, got it, Van. Faceless confusion is now cleared up.

  6. Van Avatar
    Van

    I still have no idea where this other blogger account came from and how i logged in to it…this is not my beautiful house, this is not my beautiful wife, how did i …

    ok, i’ll stop, sorry for the confusions.

  7. Le Nightowl Avatar
    Le Nightowl

    “alligator-on-a-stick”… is this some kind of “delicacy”?
    What an entertaining post, sprinkled with nuggets of humour 🙂
    Marie

  8. Jazz Avatar
    Jazz

    I keep thinking that I should try yoga, that it would help me focus. On the other hand, when I did Tai Chi, at the end of each class, I’d stand on the sidewalk and literally scream in frustration. I guess I’m not so slow and controlled.

    OH, and YES! finally we can read the coy and mysterious Van!

  9. Odat Avatar
    Odat

    I would have thrown up…give me a break…give me a headless barbie doll….et al….lol …funny stuff!
    Peace

  10. Dorky Dad Avatar
    Dorky Dad

    Yoga teachers wearing makeup? What’ll they think of next, rapping accountants?

  11. Lee Avatar
    Lee

    oh dear, i’m afraid you are not gonna like some of my barbie art. sorry about that too, in advance.

    and i too get lost in a paper bag. hysterical! thanks for visiting!

  12. urban-urchin Avatar
    urban-urchin

    i fall asleep in yoga- i can’t do it. I like pilates though.

    Nicole Richie is a train wreck- poor thing.

  13. Crankster Avatar
    Crankster

    Yee Haw doesn’t seem like the right thing to yell after a yoga session, does it?

    At any rate, this made me laugh…which helped me relax after a long day. Thanks!

  14. velvet girl Avatar
    velvet girl

    Wow, now I’m afraid of yoga instructors. 😉

    I heard from an ex-Witness that all you have to do is tell the white shirts that you were ex-communicated by the church. They’re forbidden by the church to talk to you. Thought that might help.

    -velvet

  15. Christina_the_wench Avatar
    Christina_the_wench

    Should I be scared that we are terrified of exactly the same things?!?!?! It’s, it’s, it’s just so wrong. *rocking in the corner*

  16. Steven Novak Avatar
    Steven Novak

    Very funny!

    Go Spurs. 😉

    Steve~

  17. Glamourpuss Avatar
    Glamourpuss

    Some people just need a slap – it’s a law of the universe – in fact, I think there’s even an asana for it.

    Puss

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