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Here are some funny little shots of my favorite gal. I wouldn't let her hold the camera and she was none too pleased.

Mad, angry baby

She was not thrilled or amused.

She was POed.

I, of course, giggled my head off.
Especially after I caught her in the boys room checking out Tortuga, nekkid.

She is so much fun.

On a more serious note, we lost Emilio. He was buried next to Fred in the Hosta patch. The boys took it pretty well. Tortuga is in counseling.

The Mat is My World

Tell me, have you had this experience? The one where, in your head you look pretty good, borderline sexy, if you will. Then you catch a picture of yourself at a nephew's baby blessing, outside, sitting on a lawn chair, with a plate heaped full of food and reality hits you like a freight train going about a million miles an hour? Ever had that one? The one where pre-picture you liked yourself and post-picture was nothing but despair and self-loathing? Are you with me?

Today I was feeling a bit down in the mouth so when I woke up at the unnatural hour of 6am for yoga I almost called in sick, which is to say, I almost called Jana and didn't show up. Luckily the better part of my self insisted we go. (sorry Jana to steal your post idea) I love yoga. I love the way it makes my body feel. I love the people who come to class. I love my mat(thanks Dave) I love heart love it. In fact, if yoga was a person, Dave would have had some serious competition.*
Suffice it to say, yoga rocks.

Today during class I remembered just how lucky I am to have my body. An instructor of mine, years ago, said that, no two bodies are alike. Not just because of their genetics but because of their experience. No two have taken the same steps, birthed the same babies, jumped, danced, twisted, twirled, loved, stretched, or hurt in equal measure. Yoga helps me remember that my body is unique. Yes, I can't do eagle with any amount of grace or balance but I will some day. If I just keep at it and let my ego go, I always find myself deeper and more balanced. I suprise myself in certain postures. It also reminds me that I will have days when I am not strong or contolled and that is ok. There is always my next practice. Yoga lets me like my body for a full hour without judgement or despair. I have had the added bonus of teaching lately and even though I am neither qualified or adept it does my soul good.

I need my mat to be my world every once in a while. I need to let it all go and focus on my breath and my body and the funny sound I make while trying to breath and teach. I need yoga. What do you need?


*Disclaimer: I also need Dave. If yoga died and was no more I would eventually pick up the pieces and move forward. Without Dave, I am not so sure.