Garlan roasting on an open fire.

Pretty sure I might be the only peson in the world who thinks yoga is hard. I don't know if it's because I'm not flexible, or my body is akward or what. But the yoga class I went to last night was down right painful. Or maybe it's because I'm catholic. I was that student that the teacher had to come over to about twenty times to pull my hips up or push my head down or flatten my palms. It was humiliating. The pregnant woman next to me could practically balance herself on her fingernail and I couldn't stand on one foot. I also think there was a yoga dictionary I was supposed to read before attending. I mean downward dog, sitting frog, bear log- where in the hell do people come up with these terms? I just watched prego next to me and followed her lead. I hoped that no one beside me could see my entire body shake from some of the positions we were told to hold. But then it got really crazy when the yoga instructor passed out towels and we had to lay down and put them over our eyes. How was I supposed to copy now? I tried to listen to what the teacher said but I just couldn't understand so I just layed there with my hands on my stomach hoping her eyes were covered as well. But then I heard foot steps. And I knew she was coming for me. I started to get real nervous as her steps got closer. So then she comes over and pulls my arms out and tells me to relax and put my palms down. All in all it was a good experience. I just don't feel right about bowing to the yoga God at the end, like I said I'm catholic.
Well on another note I almost burnt down my apartment last night. Sara and I wanted to heighten the Christmas spirit in our apt and burn a fire in our fireplace. So I grabbed the lighter fluid, some printer paper and through it onto the lone log in the fireplace. Keep in the mind the only two people I have ever seen use lighter fluid are my brother and Chris, two people who might fall into a pyro category you might say, so I did as they did and dumped the lighter fluid all over everything. Put the lighter up to the paper and BOOM! a wonderful fire had started. For about three seconds I marveled at what a great job I had done. But then the flames started to jump out and onto the garlan surrounding the fireplace. This didnt seem right to me. Then the alarms went off. Then Sara came running over and I just stood there watching.
"Grab water!" Sara screamed.
So grabbing a halloween candy bowl from a drawer, I filled it with water and Sara and I frantically worked to put the fire out. The whole ordeal was probably only 45 seconds, but to Sara and I it felt like a life time. Luckily, the black wall, which Sara proclaimed to be burning on the inside, only turned out to be smoke which washed off quite easily. We did unfortunately lose our pretty garlan as it melted quite horribly. But no more chestnuts, no more fire. At least not without first opening the chimney in the fireplace.