I Don't Get It

WHY do they always have the Food Network channel on the t.v. in the women's locker room at the YMCA? Why must I always listen to Rachel Ray or Paula Deen whipping up something delicious right before I go do my yoga thing? Does someone think it is good motivation? A new torture technique being tested?

Now, don't get me wrong. I love the Food Network. I love watching Iron Chef and the amazing cake competitions. Perhaps I'm even subconsciously hoping that some of it will sink in and make me a better cook.

But, I'd rather not watch it while I'm about to sweat and try to avoid too many delicious sweets, like the petifores and green icing that Mrs. Deen was preparing yesterday.



On a different note, I haven't given a yoga update lately, so I thought I would give a brief update on my progress. I had to skip most of June due to various engagements, and boy did I feel it when I returned! We have a new instructor on Thursday nights, and I absolutely love the change. She has been focused the last couple of weeks on really strengthening our core, which is essential to yoga. My abs are sore the next day, but it's a good kind of sore. My arm strength is still not where I would like it to be, but it is so much better than a year ago when I began yoga. (Has it really been a year?? Wow.) She is also really encouraging, and I end up laughing at myself as I attempt some of the various, more difficult poses. Poses I would have sworn were impossible, but I keep pushing myself in the hope that one day I can reach the full expression of them. Like this one. Or this one. It's a building process, so you don't just go straight into them. You work your way into them. Or, attempt to anyways.

Yep. Maybe one day...

These conversations are my favorite

On the way home from church Wednesday night, the following conversation was started:


Austin: Who would win in battle, Harry Potter or Optimus Prime? I don't think Avada Kedavra would work on Optimus.

Me: Well, Harry wouldn't use Avada Kedavra anyways.

Austin: Optimus has the big cannon, so you would have to stop that.

Brett: What if Harry used Petrificalous (? - the petrifying one)

Me: I don't think that would work either. I think it only works on organisms - living things. Optimus is made of metal.

Brett: Could he use Reducto?

Me: That could work. Just make him a lot smaller.

Austin: He still has the cannon. What's the spell Professor Umbridge used to make the wall explode? Harry might could use that on Optimus.

Brett: I think Harry would win.

Austin: I think Optimus would win.

It went silent for a moment.

Or, at least, that's what is sounded like in my head. Yesterday, I stepped up to the counter at Chic-Fil-A, my favorite restaurant in the whole world, and I ordered a Chicken-Salad Sandwich. [Shock! Gasp! WHAT???]

I couldn't quite believe it myself. I NEVER order anything but a #5 8-nugget combo meal with a sweet tea. Unless it is a 12-nugget combo meal upgraded (on my super hungry days), or the rare #1 chicken sandwich combo (for a meal on-the-go). I can almost quote the prices by heart. (Pathetic, I know. I did say it was my FAVORITE restaurant.)

So, when I ordered the chicken salad sandwich, I thought everyone behind the counter might just stop what they were doing, and stare at me blankly, like I had lost my mind. But, nothing happened. The hectic lunch hour continued.

I kept reminding myself I was trying to be healthly. And, I truly do love chicken-salad. I had just never tried it at Chic-Fil-A. But, it was only decent. I had just had my favorite chicken-salad sandwhich the day before, which may have had me a bit biased. (Urban Standard, dowtown Birmingham - you must try it!) The best part was eating the whole thing and filling completely full. No fries needed.

Table of Stone says I need to try their wraps. Maybe. But I bet time really would pause if I ordered two new things in the same week.

Verdana, Font Size 9.5

See this font size....this is about how small I write. It's normal to me. I've been writing this way since about the second grade. I remember very distinctly a teacher telling me she would start taking points off my grade if I didn't start to write bigger. So, I did in her class. But, my small handwriting wouldn't stay gone long. It just seems more natural to me that way.

5 more days...

...until Harmony Highlands!!! Woo Hoo!!! Yes, it's almost here. Get excited people. Get very excited. And, if you aren't already excited enough, maybe this video of photos from last year will help.

Photo and video editing at www.OneTrueMedia.com

Continue in prayer that next week will be a tremendous blessing, filled with joy, love, peace, fellowship, and as always, lots of singing. Can't wait to see you there.

Summer Freebies

Chic-Fil-A + Free Food = Me at Chic-Fil-A (with the rest of Birmingham)


Chic-Fil-A is giving away food over the next couple of Thursdays as part of a summer give-away. Tonight, it was an 8-count nugget. So, I drove myself over to Chic-Fil-A and took part. I'm addicted to Chic-Fil-A. ADDICTED. I probably would have eaten there tonight had it not been partially free, but free food made it even more enticing. I think next Thursday you get the strips free, and the next Thursday is the sandwich. Birmingham only (sorry!). 5:00 p.m. - 8:00 p.m.

Bless 'em.

We Don't Mix

Okay, so I know I'm going to be a pharmacist and all. But, up until a couple of months ago if you gave me one of these babies I was on the floor in about 5 minutes. And it isn't the pain. I mean they really don't hurt that much. It's more the thought of a needle going into my skin. So when I found out that I was going to have to give a shot to my friend in school I thought...uh no. Not me. But then I did it. Just in and out. No biggie. So I was done with that right. Never again would I inject anything into anybody. And then my grandmother gets sent home with Lovenox. And you know who gets volunteered...that's right me. I've given injections before. Nevermind that it was only once and it was saline and there was a teacher standing right there beside me and it was my friend who of course was being super supportive because she was about to give one right back to me. But yea, you can do it Emily. Are these people crazy??? Ok, seriously, I'm not that bad. But this is my last time...never again;)