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Day Fourteen: Student Led Practice, Feedback, Adamantine Talk,Wellness Coach Sequencing, Intake, and Practice, Wellness Coach Demo

• I had a Whole Foods bag behind me in class. So every downward dog...guess what I was thinking about. And there are a lot of downward dogs!
• Someone decided to alter mat series today, adding in a rolling bow (twice), regular bow (twice), and knee pile. Not my favorite sequence. Ouch. 
• Eyes kept closing, head kept nodding, I could NOT stay awake. Cranked the AC, no problems from there out!
• Are there people that are born without nipples?
• Yoga Wellness Coaches start their price range in comparison to an hour of personal massage. And then grow from there. I could handle that.
• I need to research the Warrior Diet some more.
• The Yoga Wellness Coaching really has led me to believe that this might be a path I want to take a closer look at. The real question is, do I have enough credibility, and would that be boosted if I got my personal training certificate?

Sangria is American, right?

We arrived back in the glorious USA just in time for Independence Day, and despite my absence in the days up to it, Tim decided to host a 4th of July party. Now, it does make sense, cause we have the best view intown for our measly version of fireworks. But they are fireworks nonetheless, and its a great reason to have people over, especially when Tim is willing to clean the whole house in preparation and me being gone. I mean, I COULD have done it the morning of, but I was so beat that really the only thing I got done besides baking was some of this action...
But really, who would give up a perfectly precious nap with three cuddling felines in order to clean their bathroom? Not me! And while I was in sweet slumber, he was busy prepping a delicious rack of ribs, slow roasted all afternoon, and then grilled to perfection! All I had to do was whip up some dessert. Brownies were the obvious choice (chocolate is always required), but such an American holiday needs something appley! Thus...
I mean, I think it turned out well. It kinda looks like yard mulch, but it sure doesn't taste like it. Appley almond raisin goodness all wrapped in flaky crust ;-)

Unfortunately, I was so zonked out by the time people got there that I totally slacked in the photo taking opportunities. i got like three all night. And they were all in the dark, unable to see anything that was going on. But it was a successful party, even in my zombie like state. 20+ people in our little baby backyard. Chillin, eatin ribs and watermelon, drinking Tim's homemade sangria, playing with sparklers until the fireworks went off. Anything past that was pretty much a haze. Most of the attendees were Tim's coworkers and friends, thankfully, cause I'm pretty sure I would have won most out of it hostess of the night. Although, Matt just thought I was drunk...oh well!

Next year will be bigger and better! Cause I sure won't be on the mend from another African adventure. Trust me.

As a sidenote, look at these pretty "Welcome Home/Thanks for not killing anyone/Good job not getting eaten by a hippo" flowers from Tim/Dad! They survived a long time, just dying a few days ago. They were big and open and beautiful!

Children of the Sun.

Yes, I know I have been bad at posting recently. But Spring Break pictures are coming soon! Promise! Just got trim em down so you dont look at all 600 ;) But our kitties know something is up. Myla has been needy 24/7 and Nessa has been the ultimate snuggler. But they are still just kitties that love the sun and snoozes!! (No more cat pictures for awhile, I know its been overload).

Not exactly sugarplums...

I woke up to my alarm this morning and instantly remembered my latest dream.

I was Hilary Duff's bodyguard.

At least I think I was her bodyguard. I had to go on public transportation carrying all of her baggage, including two Hannah Montana suitcases. (Yes, I know she is not Hannah Montana) Then I went to the hotel where she was staying and went up to her room that had a lobby all to itself.

My other dream involved being all spy skilled and having to get this bomb into the basement of the vuilding where the gas was, but knowing that the bad guys were going to blow me up as soon as I got there. And I witnessed them drop an elevator on a guy, but the good guys knew it was going to happen so there was some sort of rigging so that it stopped in time and the guy was suspended in water beneath.

I really need to lay off the banana nut cheerios before bed....I'm turning into one.