Happy Baby pose.

So for those of you that have never done Yoga it is an ancient art that mixes breathing and stretching and strength training. The names of the poses come from different parts of nature. For example, tree pose is accomplished by standing on one foot with the other pushed up against your other leg all while balancing and keep complete balance and calm. It is said that you are like a tree... strong and balanced even in the worst of the storm. At the end of most every long hold of any stretch or muscle strengthener you are asked to go into happy baby pose. This is accomplished by lying on your back holding the bottom of your feet and rocking side to side. This massages the back muscles and loosens tension. Above you will see a picture of my cousin as exhibit A.
Namaste. My inner peace meets your inner peace.

a present for papa...

Can you say it with me? PERFECT!

So Christmas this year was a hoot. My lovely Aunt Debbie, the aforementioned one that is technologically challenged has three small children under 4. Wow. Another one going to straight to heaven. So we were supposed to all meet at Nana and Papa's just like we always do. We let her choose the time- 11am. OK... So noon rolls around and they aren't there but suddenly we hear the van squeal up (what can I say...it needs a little tune up. but who has the time?) I open the door thinking I am going to see my little lollipop guild waiting with slobbery kisses for me but Nope, just my aunt, the baby and my uncle looking a little frazzled to say the least. Where are the girls I asked? Asleep in the van. They aren't coming in, he is taking them home. hmm... OK....So after he leaves with the two older kiddos she proceeds to tell me the story. First, the 4 y/o decided that she did not want to be a human this week. She was going to be an animal so at church she sat beside her Dad going "MEOW....MEOW...MEOW" He nonchalantly told her that cats are not allowed in church so she was quiet for about 30 seconds and turned, looked at him and said "MOO...MOO....MOO" needless to say they spend the rest of Mass in the narthex. Then, Santa decided that it would be a good idea for the girls to express their creativity through painting and brought the 4 and 3 y/o girls and easel and paint set with two sides and a mat that covered the floor. Turns out you need a paint tarp to stop the mess that they made. They painted the easel, the carpet, They painted the bathroom counters and the windows sills and then stepped in the remnants and painted the floor. They also painted their brother on three separate occasions resulting in three separate visits to the bathtub. HO HO HO as they say. Perhaps Mommy and Daddy need to include a list of "no-no toys and crafts" for Santa with the kids wish lists for next year....So this is the picture I got with the remaining child left at Christmas lunch. My aunt's not in the picture, she is on the couch wrapped up in my Snuggie. Bless her Heart.

DO NOT BUY THIS PRODUCT.

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So, whenever possible I try to be Eco-friendly. Therefore I decided to branch out in my hair product world and buy this "masque for color treated hair" It claims to be a "unique formulation of rich proteins and vitamins that restructure and rebuild color treated hair" This product is organic and never tested on animals. Even their packaging is recyclable. What they failed to mention is that it smells like armour all with a hint of Windex. Barf. These are smells I never ever want to get a whiff of while in the shower. I only want to wash these smells OFF of me.
Here are a few of the ingredients mentioned on the back of the package: lupin amino acids, hydrolyzed wheat protein, barley protein, hydrolyzed wheat starch, parfum (LIARS), mica, and titanium oxide. SWEET- just what I wanted my hair to smell like....wheat, metal and barley. delicious. Note to the MAN who obviously designed this product: Us women don't want to smell like that, and we don't want you to either.
So, sorry Mother Earth, don't mean to hurt your feelings, but I'm going back to the bad for you, good for my nose products. No offense my dear planet, but I'd rather smell like Lilies of the Valley.
love and organic kisses.
Cbass.

In her shoes for a lunch break...

So today I had a very interesting conversation. My friend, Mel is a lovely lovely woman, she really is. Her husband is a pastor and she is a crisis counselor by trade, but has given up her career to become a stay at home Mom and homeschool her young children. She came to have lunch with me and some of my coworkers and her cell phone rang twice. Once was her son, #1-her son calling "No honey, you cannot watch TV. Have you listened to your audio book? Oh ok, well go practive your cursive Y's yes...you do have to... sorry honey. No! no TV until you have done your Y's." #2 her husband calling- "No honey, he cannot get on LEGO.com until he has practiced his cursive Y's." She hangs up. Rolls eyes. "You would think I am torturing him, making him learn handwriting." response from the peanut gallery (aka my fabulous secretary with humor for days): "Telling you are teaching him to read and write, not read and type."Mel: "You know... that boy makes me laugh, everyday, it never fails. Today, I told him to go get dressed. He came out wearing a fedora. What's a Mom to do?"Mel: "So, some new neighbor kids that moved in that always want to hang out with my kids. Well, I had to lay some boundaries down with them. I have to have a structured household. Yesterday we were outside raking leaves and one of new neighbor boys tapped me on the shoulder while I was using the blower... about scared me to death. He then proceeded to say "Miss Mel...see, my brother's using the bathroom, and...well, can we borrow a roll of toilet paper?" I just sent my son inside for a roll and told him he could have it." God Bless her. Straight to heaven I tell you.

BFF and F and F and F....

A southern ladies friendship is like nuclear warfare. Now hear me out.. I know that is a bold statement, but think about it. Nuclear warfare between foreign nations remains peaceful because they keep eachother at bay. You don't blow us up and we will do the same. Well.... that is how a real friendship is. You have so much dirt on that girl sitting across from you at brunch that you could rock her world. But you know the same is true for you. So you keep her secrets, both because you love her more than words could say, but you also don't want to admit that you actually wore that atrocious outfit in college or dated that loser or danced on a chair or... the list goes on for miles. So you just giggle together and share the insanely funny stories that only you can all laugh at. Plus who would beleive them anyway? Noone actually slept on the doormat with a can of mace...or did they? A lady never tells...

Go Jackets! Bust their a$$

So, I did it. I, the stanch Georgia Tech fan that I am took my friend to the SEC game he wanted to go to. It's true.. I took him to the (looking around and whispering...) UGA game. To make matters worse I dragged my besties with me. Both of them are Tech fans. We sat around in red and black chairs under red and black tents drinking out of red and black koozies. (oh the horror...) We all had a pretty good time, but would huddle together singing the contraband fight song from the other side of the tailgate in our private circle when it all got to be a little much for us. We tried to enjoy ourselves, but ironically enough the pests at the tailgate kept buzzing around. go figure... Yellow Jackets. Guess they were there to remind us of our allegiance. Yeah yeah... we know... Go Jackets....sting em'!