The Story Of What Happened To My Blog

The Story Of What Happened To My Blog

You may have noticed that things look different here on the blog. You may have also noticed that this blog has been down since September 15th. As you look around, you’ll find that two-years worth of my blog posts are gone. There’s a funny story about that.

Actually, it’s not funny, but there is a story about it.

What happened was, thanks to the small fortune I now owe in medical bills, I can no longer afford to self-host this blog. My hosting expired and I didn’t have the money to renew it. The recent backups of my blog are sitting on a server somewhere over at my former hosting provider. They won’t let me get to my backup until I renew my hosting.

Funny, huh? Yeah, not so much.

So, I’m back with and my very affordable custom domain plan. On the bright side, I learned a valuable lesson about keeping control of my own backups instead of letting someone else control them for me.

It’s good to be back. I will write a post or two to help new readers catch up on happenings over the last two years. It’ll be like I was never gone. :) I hope you all are doing well.


Thanks for reading!

Toni, The Girl in Yoga Pants

Important Announcement! The Girl in Yoga Pants will become self-hosted!

I hinted in my last post that I had some good ideas cooking in my brain that I’d like to bring to fruition in the very near future. Moving this blog to a self-hosted platform is one of them.

The move will help me take this blog to the next level and make it truly awesome for you, dear readers.

The domain name will still be and I will still be running WordPress (.org), but it is my understanding that I will lose all of my subscribers during the transfer process. Also, this site will be down for a few days while the transfer takes place.

Some exciting changes are coming…

If you enjoy this blog, I beg you…


Toni, The Girl in Yoga Pants

Wake Me When It’s Over

Lately, I’ve been feeling like curling up into a cocoon and letting life pass me by for a while, which is pretty much exactly what I’ve been doing. Just to be clear, I’m not depressed. While I’m not exactly giddy with joy, I don’t spend my time crying or wallowing in pity or despair, either. On the contrary, I’ve come up with some great ideas that I’d like to bring to fruition in the very near future and feel great hope that things will work out to awesomeness. Eventually.

The reason I want to curl up into a cocoon because I’m so tired – like, all the time. Even when I’m not tired, I’m tired. ;-) I understand that this is just part of having fibromyalgia, but damn! Surely there’s something that can be done to help me get back to being a productive member of society, right? Seriously, at this point, I’m ready to go see a shaman or a witch doctor – anybody who might be able to help me get my mojo back.

Oh, and let’s not even talk about all the “bad luck” I’ve had over the last couple of years. Well, okay, let’s do talk about it. At my house, I’m called The Black Hole of Negativity – not because I complain or have a bad attitude, but because I’ve had such bad luck the last couple of years that my life has become a shining example of Murphy’s Law. You know Murphy’s Law, right? It states, “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong and at the worst possible time.” That has been my life in a nutshell the last few years – and not only does it not seem to be letting up, it seems to be getting worse. It hasn’t been all doom and gloom, I admit. I have been very blessed in many ways, especially with having Tater. However, it just seems like I have as many problems pop up as I have blessings, if not more.

Without getting into details, I’ll just say that I’m dealing with more than one situation in which having to completely rebuild my life is a very real possibility. What sucks is that I’m not even involved in a couple of these situations, but will be directly affected by the outcomes, which are completely out of my control. How’s that for bad luck? On top of that, I’m facing an organic transformation of my life as Little Tiger prepares to leave for college next school year.

I dare say that with all of this swirling around me, if I could see what my life will be like this time next year, I may not even recognize it. That isn’t necessarily a bad thing, though. I’ve been through enough to know that having to let go of things that no longer serve me can suck like hell as it’s happening, but doing so leaves room for better things to enter my life, if I’ll just give it time. I’m totally fine with certain things around here changing. I’ve been bombarded daily with negative energy in one form or another, so if whatever changes come take that away, I think that’s fabulous.

What’s really happening, though, is that the universe is teaching me what’s important and what’s not. What I can tell you is that most of the crap we deal with everyday isn’t important. If you wake up tomorrow to find it all gone, you’ll survive. Well, unless there’s a zombie apocalypse, in which case, all I can say is good luck with that. ;-) But, seriously…Money comes and goes. If you lose your job, you can get another one. If you lose it all, you can make more. Things break, wear out, get lost – none of that matters. If you’re holding onto your money, your things, or your status, you’re not focused on what’s important. Hold onto people, not things. Hold onto love. That’s what’s important – and I totally understand why you’re doing it. There’s just nothing quite like having ten dollars left out of your entire paycheck to get you through the week, is there? Been there, done that. I don’t want to ever do it again, but I know that if I have to, I can.

If I had more energy, I’d be saying, “Bring it on, bitches!” But, in my current state, I’m not so sure I have the inner resources to deal with the kinds of monumental changes I’m facing, whether good or bad. So, I guess it’s time to batten down the hatches. (Let’s hope they hold). I just want to sleep. Wake me up when it’s over, okay? Night night. Zzzzzzzz…

Really, it’s no joke. The other day, I slept for 13 1/2 hours, took a two-hour nap, then still went to sleep early that night. I started this post this morning, napped while Tater napped, and I’m still struggling to stay awake long enough to finish this. I’ve been offered my old job back at the pharmacy – I could certainly use the money – but I honestly don’t see how I could survive it. That job left me drained and worn out even when I was in good, kick-ass shape. Right now, I don’t think I could even make it through half of a shift. The least little bit of stress sets my body on fire and all I know to do is to take naproxen and a hot shower to bring it down a notch. I feel downright disabled. All I know is this is bad and I need to fix it – somehow.

That’s all.


Toni, The Girl in Yoga Pants

Colonoscopy Results

Just a quick update on my colonoscopy: He removed two polyps that came back benign, so all is well.

I’m working on a new post to fill you in on what’s going on around here lately, so stay tuned…

Toni, The Girl in Yoga Pants


So, this is what my life has come to: blogging about my bowels.


I guess I’m officially old now that I feel compelled to discuss bodily functions and medical procedures with the world. Oh well.

The colonoscopy went very well, although prepping for it was sh*tty. (Ha! ;-)) Prep wasn’t nearly as bad as I imagined it would be. I imagined unbearably painful cramps and begging to die. Fortunately, everything went smoothly, sort of.

Right as the cleansing process began, sweet Little Dragon decided to invite her friend and her friend’s step dad down to see our four new kittens – right outside my bathroom door. So, there I was, in the most vulnerable position a human can be in having the most moving experience ever with a crowd of strangers just on the other side of a very thin wall. Fabulous.

I texted Little Tiger and my mom for help getting rid of them, but help never came. There’s just nothing like being stuck on the potty, is there?

Ha! Yes, I did!!! :-)

Anybody remember that song?



Okay, anyway…

They put me to sleep for the procedure. All I remember was the nurse injecting the anesthesia then I woke up as they were wheeling me into my little curtained recovery stall. The nurse warned me before they put me to sleep that they would inject air. You know what that means, right? Apparently, some people have been too embarrassed to let go of it in the curtained stalls, where – hello – everyone else is doing the same thing!

Seriously? If I was nurse, I’d hold contests and giveaways for the best fart. I’m just crazy like that, I guess. Besides, work should be fun!

This is when I realized that medical people have absolutely no sense of humor. None. Well, either that or they’ve heard all of my unoriginal jokes so many times that it gets on their nerves. But really, when is saying “That laxative put me in a sh*tty mood yesterday, but it passed” not funny?

They must assess people’s sense of humor in the interview. The interviewer cracks a joke and if you laugh until you snort, your resume goes to the bottom of the pile with a “Thanks. We’ll call you,” but if you just smile politely, you’re hired.

I was lucky enough to get the stall beside the funniest old man, ever. The nurse asked me to roll onto my side and relieve the air. My goal was to flutter the curtains, or at least my blanket. I’m pretty sure I at least got the blanket to puff up a little.

The old man beside me, in his thick East Tennessee accent said, “Hey, cut that out!”

He was joking. I can’t remember if I said it or not, but I was thinking, “Yeah, I cut it alright!”

I wish I had videoed my time in recovery. Maybe I was just loopy from the anesthesia, but listening to this dude talk to the nurse was the funniest thing ever. Now I can’t remember everything he said, but the funniest part was when he started talking about his vision.

The nurse asked if he was going to have cataract surgery.

He said, “Uh, ma’am, I don’t drive a cataract, I drive a Lincoln.”

I lost it.

I still had some air to relieve, so when I started horse laughing, I let out little bursts, which made the whole thing that much more hilarious. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe.

All the nurses were staring, not a single one of them laughing, like we had just lost our minds.

Strangely, right after that, the nurses let us go ahead and get dressed so we could leave. I consider that a personal success. Getting kicked out of recovery early meant that I could eat, and I was ravenously hungry.

The doctor said he removed a couple of small polyps and I’d have the biopsy results Wednesday. He said I definitely have irritable bowel syndrome (IBS). I didn’t ask, but I imagine he got to see my colon spazzing. The nurse gave me a couple of pamphlets on recovery, IBS, and eating a high fiber diet before letting me go.

Oh, and I did weigh before and after the cleanse. I only lost 1.4 pounds. I guess I wasn’t full of it, after all.


That’s all.

Toni, The Girl in Yoga Pants