I have been wanting to take a Pilates or Yoga class since Scotty was born. I would love to have someone else kick my butt (and tummy) into shape. But with 3 kids and a husband who, you know, is a youth pastor…there doesn’t seem to be a good time to go to a class. Well, through our cute little community there is a pilates/yoga class offered early Saturday mornings. I quickly signed myself up. Its a perfect time, I can be home just as the kids are having breakfast and we can all play together for a little bit before Jeff has to go to work.? Last Saturday was my first class. As I pull up to the building I notice it is the neighborhood senior center. Hmmm okay, I guess the class must not be very big. I enter into a room of round little white haired ladies! I have signed myself up for a senior citizen pilates/yoga class! Awesome. I am the youngest by 30 years easily. Not only that but our instructor was a bit of a surprise as well,? 65+, and as round as a snowman. I have to tell you, I was very doubtful that Ethel was going to help me get my body into any kind of shape. I had some prejudice ideas that the exercise instructor should be in good to better shape than his or her participants. Well, one hour and fifteen minutes later Ethel had out posed me, out stretched me, done the pilates 100, bowed to the dog on the high moon, and left me in her 65 year old dust, as well as some of the other white hairs. Needless to say, my attitude was quickly adjusted, I was very sore the next day and I’m going back for more!

Don’t let those little white hairs fool ya!

Cookie dough or cooked cookies right out of the oven?

It’s a toughy, I know. But you have to choose….no riding the fence.

I was just thinking, we know each other, but do we really know each other? I thought it would be refreshing to purge a little of my soul…to confess to one another. So then you can get to know the real me. I have some deep dark secrets…
I drink straight out of the Hershey’s Syrup bottle.
I use to hide, standing inside the fridge with both doors open so that my husband couldn’t see me. But he knew what I was doing. I can’t hide my addiction any longer. So I just sit right out in the open and drink it down. My son calls it “mommy’s bottle”. (it’s a little sick, I know).
Just think twice if you’re at my house and want to use the Hershey’s Syrup.
Thought you might want to know.

Okay, it was the holidays, so Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! I havent posted anything in awhile because my computer has been broken. So dont be mad if there isnt an apostrophe, the number zero, nine, or six, or quotation marks, sometimes question marks, or any sort of brackets because they dont work. Coffee was spilt on my laptop and well…thats not so good for a computer, if you didnt know.

I was going to wait to post this contest because of the grammatical errors, but I dont care, I think its too funny.

Here it is:

Here are some pictures from last years GROUP Conference. We need to come up with funny captions for each picture. The picture will be its own post so you can add your funny caption just by commenting on it.

We will post the winners next week.

Gift cards for 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place.

I am going to try to get the 1st place winners some screen time at this years conference . (So if you win you gotta get your buns to the conference to see it).

Get funny, and make me laugh!

Love,

Amanda

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