Basically, I am a homebody. Years down the road there will be some local legend for camp fires of the crazy lady in town that no one ever sees, who likes Tarot cards, snakes and cats. Nightmares will be had, children! I tell ya.
In 1992, I was in a vehicle roll-over and bought yoga tapes to 'fix' my back and neck trouble. I was faithful with my Patricia Walden and Rodney Yee tapes for about a year and then dropped off, but would do them periodically for a few months each the year since then. I now have this huge collection of tapes and CDs. I always wanted to go to a REAL class. Yeah, right. Just like karate, I'd have to go 90+ miles to find one.
So, feeling that I need to socialize outside my little circle, the beginning of this month I started going to a yoga class that just started at our local fitness center, with Misty, the 'instructor'. She's not a certified instructor, but has done yoga for 10 years and had the REAL classroom experience to help where needed. She felt that if she could help us and do it without getting us hurt, we would all benefit. GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME! No one else had yoga experience, so it's been fun to see the ladies improve over the month.
Our cute li'l po-dunk fitness center is called Flab-U-Less. Honestly, can you read that and NOT laugh (I always think of Billy Crystal's Lorenzo Lamas impression when I say it). That is the cutest name and I think that anyone who goes there can't take themselves too seriously. So, this is where we go (sometimes to the church for more room). Flab-U-Less is like your typical infomercial-fitness-equipment storage unit. There are treadmills, bikes and wieghts- all/mostly donated cuz people wanted them outta the house. I tried one of the Tony Little Gazelles, and that ab-chair thing. Had my first treadmill still been around, I would have donated it too. Being the homebody, I have all my stuff at home. Locals can go there (even at odd hours) and get some exercise in and get away from the kids. What a great idea the gals had in starting it.
Valerie had to show us "her fence" she built with the forest service. 
I caught him and she played with him for a while and let him go. I am glad the girls aren't afraid of things like that. If I had to give Cairo away, Brinley would take her in a second!
The camp thief. It was fun watching 4-year old Braxton trying to catch him with a baseball mitt. I don't know if the 'chick-munk' was entertained or not
I am afraid of color. At least anything outside of what's tried and true. So I'm bored.
I was beginning to wonder if we'd get any rain. A few drops here and there seemed to be the norm. We've had a couple good ones over the past two days! 
Here's the proof- shot thru the window screen. The lightning was so close to our house there was NO WAY I was going out there. 
And then, the calm after the storm. 
