it appears that my body, my doctor, and i, all have clashing opinions when it comes to the definition of “bed rest.” 

MY understanding of bed rest was that i just wasn’t allowed to teach.

sometimes when i teach i can get a bit…unbounded?

we’re talking a full out backwoods-baptist, is that a vein or a serpent popping out of her forehead, let’s exorcise-the-devil-gearless-rider-out-of-us-experience.

so last week i had ambitioned up some light pilates, maybe a little stroll for my legs around a spin bike or two—-not exactly snake handling-but some preparation for teaching again; not WORK, and very LIGHT!!

that’s okay for bed rest, right?

one unbroken fever, and a case of anemia later, i’m guessing bed rest actually means resting, IN bed..

suck.

i now have a full-time, round-the-clock nurse who watches me like i’m a bowl-full of peanut butter cups….she administers her sweet, tuna fish-breath kisses, and makes sure we’re cheek-to-cheek at all times, except for when i’m sleeping and then she raids my closet for fancy sweaters.

we try to keep fit with pilates wall exercises.

i’m coming up with new choreography for my classes…..the only caveat is we need hospital beds as props….wes pedersen…that won’t be a problem right?

he takes the afternoon shift.

 a little more vigilant than his sister, both eyes open at all times, a protective paw to guard against errant blankets and pillows, jones takes all of his jobs, just like he takes loving us, very seriously.

remember these? a must for lounging…i’ve had them for 3 years now, and they’ve still held up, the white, satin ribbon too. i’ve been living in these grace and lace leg warmers for the last two weeks, truly; i even bathe in them.

and finally, i got rid of my corpse-colored nail polish–which i tend to favor during these winter months…..BUT we decided i needed a nice, perky, girl-who-likes-tulips-and-snow-cones {i HATE tulips and snow-cones} pick-me-up.

my mary jo matsumoto 4-Free polish was the exact potion to remedy the downcast dreary on my toes.

i like it…

anyone want to a grab snow cone later?

and nothing cheers a girl up like the spring-time fashion issues—think billowy skirts and little heels that go “clat, clat, clat, clat” when you walk. top it off with a big, fat, chunky vanity fair: chiwetel ejiofor on the cover…thank you very much graydon carter…

i’m looking to get out of my legwarmers by the end of the week..fingers, legs, eyes, wires-crossed….

wednesday happy to you m’loves.