Yoga Class and the Evil Empire

Today was my first day of Yoga class for my Kinesiology credit towards my B.S.  I have a bit of a stomach thing going on so it was the longest 2 1/2 hours of my life.  I think I am really going to enjoy the class, but all i could think today was "get me out of here!!!"  It is  a good thing i decided to tough it out and go because apparently each Sunday class is worth two regular classes (since it only meets once a week) and thus I would have reduced my grade down to a 90 just by missing class today.  There was a good variety of people there including 4 guys, one of whom was obviously gay (not that there's anything wrong with that).  One was there obviously for his girlfriend who was in the class with him.  Another of the guys was a very thin, very blonde headed guy who didn't say much.  His mat was right next to mine and he was just really quiet.  The other guy was one who had been in the class before.  He was a very athletic looking Hispanic guy.  As far as the girls went, there was a variety of younger and older, thin and heavy.  The instructor was a short thing lady, probably in her late 40s, early 50s.  She is very in to Yoga and has even been to India to study.  She was very enthusiastic and we start every class off by sitting crosslegged and looking inward.  At the end of this period of reflection, she chants "aum" 3 times (that would be Om to most of us, but that's how it is spelled in the Yoga books).  At the end we do something similar and she says "namaste."  Some of the poses were a little difficult, especially when you don't feel good, but all in all I didn't do too bad.  The girl next to me, a slightly heavy woman, actually fell during one of the poses.  I was a little concerned I might be next and then I would be horrified.  I think next Sunday will be great when I'm feeling better and have my own mat (forgot to bring my mat and had to use one of the ones belonging to the school.  icky.). 

Now, on to the Evil Empire.  Those of you who know me are aware that I think Wal Mart is the Evil Empire and I never set foot in that store unless under extraordinary circumstances.  Well today I did something I'm not proud of.  I went to the Evil Empire.  Of course it reminded me of why I hate the Evil Empire.  My daughter has a school project and I needed some fabric and didn't have time, or energy for that matter, to drive to a crafts store.  I had already been to Target and got almost everything I needed, but I still needed some fabric and some ribbon.  I discovered after searching around for awhile that Wal Mart didn't have any fabric.  They used to carry more crafts stuff than I could find unless it was in some super secret location that I couldn't find.  I found a really cheap curtain panel that would work for the  purpose and I did find some ribbon.  Next I realized I had forgotten to get photo paper at Target.  I was a little surprised to find that Wal Mart locks their photo paper up in a cabinet.  Good luck finding someone at Wal Mart to open a cabinet.  At this time it's too late to go anywhere else, so I decide that if I don't have any at home, I'll be printing the photos for her project on regular paper.  Oh well, such is life.  So now it will be fun with glitter paint, glitter glue, hot glue, ribbons, fabric, stickers, pictures, beads, etc. 

On another note I have taught my son to throw his head back and say "Mwahahahaha."  It's rather funny.