Another Kid's Yoga Moment...

At the Kids Yoga class that I teach on Saturdays, I mixed up one of the girls' names with her sister's. 

I told her I was sorry and that names are hard for me sometimes, that I'm not very good at them. To further help this 6-year-old realize my error wasn't personal, and perhaps teach her about empathy, I then asked her, "Is there anything you're not good at?" 

She looked up at me with big eyes and solemnly replied, 

"No. I'm good at everything."

My delightful birthday!

Ryan gave me a delightful and simply simple birthday--it was fabulous! I also had many kind wishes via Facebook and email. German pancakes for breakfast, sushi for lunch, and French onion soup & baked coconut shrimp for dinner. Ryan gave me a yoga watch, crazy big chocolate bar, and protein powder. The red guy on the black tub has a cartoon bubble per Ryan that says "I'm strong like Jessi." Ha ha! I also finished my textbook like I'd planned, and didn't clean one dish or anything else! :-)  I have a very full Love Tank.

 

 

 

Can you see the cartoon bubble?

The onions for the soup were the most potent my eyes have ever felt. This was my solution...

Divine French Onion Soup

Crispy Baked Coconut Shrimp....

.... with some homemade sweet hot sauce

The Cardboard Torturer

Chewey

Cute, sweet doggie with his favorite toy

Psychotic & possessed little beast on the verge of a killing spree

A post about running...

On my run this evening, a guy asked, "Runnin' some fat off?"

I betcha he's single....

I wished I'd replied, "No, I run so I don't snap and kill people."

I would quit my grocery store job....

 ... If my boss made me wear a Santa starting October 7th!!!

The music playing was Dolly Parton's "Home for Christmas." So much for Halloween & Thanksgiving.

"She's going the distance, she's going the speed..."

The Distance - Cake

Key moments you know you're not Running-in-the-US anymore:

• You're just as wet after your run as when you started.

• Buses honk at you to see if you need their services. 

• You must say 'hello' or 'good afternoon' to every person you come in contact with. But they can ignore you.

• Fat girls don't move out of your way, and they try to shoot lasers at your face from their eyes. Sometimes it's scary; you know they could do you damage...

• On your run, you pass a guy on crutches because his lower right leg has been amputated. Slightly embarrassing, mostly awful. :-(  

• Comments made by men:
• "Where you runnin' to?"
• "Can I run with you?" Only if you're a woman or gay. Or both.
• "Hello dah-ling! Hello?" 
• "Take your time!"  I'm confused
• "Want some watermelons, sweetie?"  Seriously?

• Adolescent boys on their bikes stare at you quizzically as you pass, while simultaneously not moving.

• On your run back, you pass all the same locals again.

• Cars and motorcycles graze dangerously close to you, even though they have the entire Utah-suburban-sized road to drive, and you're halfway in the gutter.

• When you're finished and stretching, you notice in the mirror that a few bugs have drowned in the sweat on your chest.