Two Reviews for the Price of One

When I was a little girl I was into gymnastics BIG time. I once cartwheeled my way around an amusement park. No joke, my hands were black from the asphalt.

I remember one day sitting on my grandparent's kitchen floor showing off my flexibility to my grandfather as he drank his tea. He told me a story about a boy who was very strong and could lift a newborn calf. As the calf grew, the boy grew and the boy continued to lift the calf each day. Eventually, they became a cow and a man. And that man could still lift the full grown cow. The point (made in my grandfather's folksy way) was, of course that I should stretch each day and I would maintain my flexibility as I grew.

Well, my gymnastics teacher skipped town one day (a whole other story) and then life happened and I am now very, very inflexible. This is a big reason why in the past yoga and me have not mixed. But as I've mentioned before I wanted to try a fertility yoga program. Partly in order to try out it's healing properties as it relates to my reproductive parts and partly because the idea of stretching and posing in the morning is much more appealing than climbing onto my elliptical machine.

So I bought this one. It's not too bad. The instructor is in a pleasant looking garden. She has a soothing voice. There is nice music. The moves seem pretty basic, of course I can't do them, but someone who can stand and touch their fingers to the floor would have no problems. Sometimes the production is so low on some of these videos that it can be distracting, but not so with this video. It looks very professional. So if you are looking for a fertility yoga tape, this is a possibility. Oh yeah, does it get you pregnant? How would I know?

Now for the second review. Tony and I went to see the movie "Funny People" today. I had my reservations about going because the movie has been advertised so heavily. I have a theory that if a movie is good word of mouth is advertisement enough. I was right. The movie was awful. I wanted to walk out thirty minutes in. Adam Sandler owes me two and a half hours of my life back.