Keeping Up With Kylie

I used the learning from by the HEART challenge. I really enjoyed reading the article, 6 Yoga Exercises you Won't de Embarrassed to do at Work, because I find myself often getting so tight and uncomfortable from sitting at my desk everyday. The exercises consist of shoulder rolls, open chest stretch, neck stretch, chair twist, reverse prayer pose, and twisted arms. All of these easy and simple exercises help relieve neck, back, and shoulder pain. I found these exercises to be extremely useful and help relieve stress held up in my joints as well. I am glad I found these exercises because my neck gets extremely tight when I sit at a desk or table for long periods of time. I will continue to do the neck stretch and shoulder rolls as often as I can. They have helped relieve pain from my neck.  This is an image of the Shoulder roll exercise. Desk Stretches

Tis the Holiday Season  Tis the Holiday Season Oh how badly our world needs a time of cheer A time spent with family and friends A time filled with love Our world is crumbling  And the holiday season is cheerful Our world needs more love More respect for others Tis the Holiday Season Spend time with the ones you love most Help the ones in need Reconnect with old friends Spread love to the ones who need it most Tis the Holiday Season Christmas carols Santa is coming The reindeer are joyful The angles are singing The snow is falling Tis the Holiday Season  The Best Time of the Year  Jolly, holly, Christmas It must be the most wonderful time of the year Although we have delt with a pandemic It is time to spread Christmas cheer Care for your elders Give time to charity and ones in need Put a smile on a strangers’ face It’s jolly, holly Christmas  Note:  I decided to write these stories because I am so excited for the holiday season to begin. Since it has been such a crazy and hard year for

 Alice and the Caterpillar stared at each other for a long time in silence. "WHO ARE YOU?" asked Alice. It wasn't the most comforting way to start the conversation, the Caterpillar felt a bit awkward. "Well, I am not sure Ma'am. All I know is I've been a butterfly and a caterpillar within the last few hours, I'm quite confused." said the Caterpillar. "What do YOU mean!" said Alice. "You see, I can't explain my transformations, I am just as confused as you are," said the Caterpillar. " I don't get it." Alice replied. "I just can't explain it. I've been different sizes and animals within the last few hours. That's all I can say," explained the Caterpillar. “It just can’t be that confusing,” said Alice   “Well, I guess you have not experienced anything like this! It is hard to explain, it is unimaginable. I never thought I could change this much in this short amount of time,” said the Caterpill

  The March Hare and the Hatter were having tea under a table set out under a tree in front of a house. A dormouse was asleep and sitting between them. The other two were using cushions to rest their elbows and head. “Seems uncomfortable for the dormouse,” Alice said.     The table was large, but three crowded together at one of the corners. “No room, no room,” they yelled when they saw Alice coming. “There is PLENTY of room!” said Alice. She sat down at the large armed chair on the end of the table.   “Drink some wine,” said the March Hare, encouraging her.    Alice looked around the table, but the only drink was tea. “I don’t see any wine,” said Alice.   “There isn’t any,” said the March Hare.   “Then don’t offer it,” said Alice in an angry tone.   “It wasn’t very polite of you to sit down without an invite,” said the March Hare.   “Well, I wasn’t aware it was YOUR table, I think it’s meant for more than three,” said Alice.   “Your hair needs a cut,” said the Hatter. He kept staring

 The Caterpillar held a hookah pin in his mouth. The smoke rose above him. The Caterpillar and Alice kept staring at each other.  "WHO ARE YOU?" said the Caterpillar in his sleepy voice. His question was not a warm and fuzzy conversation starter. Alice replied in her shy and closed-off voice, "um, um, I hardly know sir, currently I do not know, I knew who I WAS when I woke up this morning, but since then, there have been many changes." "Wait, what do you mean? EXPLAIN YOURSELF!" Insisted the Caterpillar.  "Well you see, I can't explain myself sir, I am not myself you see," replied Alice. "I don't see it." said the Caterpillar. "I'm afraid I can't explain it, you see, I have been so many different sizes today, I don't understand what is going on," Alice replied politely.  "It just is not confusing to be different sizes in a day, it isn't," the Caterpillar said.  "One day, you'll turn i

  Robin Hood’s Golden Prize Robin Hood, whom I have heard talk of,  Down Derry Derry  Little John of the brave, Will Scarlet, the Fryer Tuck, Maid Marion, and Loxley. Derry derry hey down hey down  A tale once told before,  Never none, I think: Robin Hood was disguised by himself, And gone with the wood. Bold Robin Hood, like to a Fryer, He was accoutered in his array; He had a hood, gown, beads and crucifix, Upon the way, he pasted. He did not go past two or three miles, In order to spy, it was his chance; Two priests dressed in all black, They were gallantly riding. ‘Benedicete,’ Robin Hood said, ‘I am pitty; Silver groat will cross your hand, This is for the sake of Our dear Ladies. 'I have been thinking all day, And nothing I can get, One poor cup of a drink I can't get, Not even a bit of bread.’ ‘Now, by my holydame,’ said the priests, ‘We have no money, This morning we were robed, There was no time to save money.’ ‘I am scared,’ Robin Hood said boldly. ‘You both are telli

The Bold Pedlar and Robin Hood Pedlar bold, THREE chanced to be, One pedlar bold to be he chanced; His pack on his back that he rolled, Tripping he came oer the lee. Down a down a down a down, Down a down a down. Two troublesome blades he met by chance, They chanced to be two troublesome blades; Robin Hood was one of them and bold, And the other was so free, he was Little John. 'O pedlar, pedlar, what is within the pack? Come towards me to tell me.' 'I've got several suits that are gay green silks, And silken bow-strings maybe have two or three.' 'If you have several suits of the gay green silk, And silken bow-strings two or three, Little John cries, hoping they're his. 'One half your pack shall belong to me.' 'O nay, o nay,' pedlar bold says, 'O nay, o nay, never can that be; Nottingham, a far away place, It can take my pack for me.' Then Pedlar pulled off his pack, He put it below, just a little, his knee, Says, 'If you do move

 Once upon a time, a hunter in the mountains heard a loud cry outside of his tent. It sounded like a cry for help. The hunter stepped outside his tent and saw the coyote howling to the moon and crying for food. The coyote turned to the hunter and started to beg for food. Instead of shooting the coyote so it would stop begging for food, the hunter decided to shoot a rabbit. The hunter gave the coyote the rabbit to feast on. The coyote's eyes were so big and he started to feast on the rabbit. The hunter went down to the village and told villagers he was feeding a coyote. The villagers started to freak out and told the hunter that feeding a coyote is bad luck.  "Bad luck you say?" asked the hunter. "Coyotes are a symbol of darkness," said the villagers. The hunter ran back to his tent. Packed up his belongings, and camped out in the village that night. He prayed that the coyote would not follow him into the village. The hunter did not want the villagers to be mad a

 Old-Woman-Who-Never-Dies lives in the moon. She only appears in the night. She is a mother of six children. Lucky enough, three boys and three girls. The oldest son is the day, then the sun, and then the night.  “The Woman who Wears a Plume;”  is the oldest daughter who is the  morning star. The middle is a star  which circles around the polar star named,“The Striped Gourd.” The third is Evening Star. When springtime rolls around, the  Old-Woman-Who-Never-Dies sends all the animals who roam the Great Plains. The Indians plant their corn, they know the corn crop will grow very large, and Old-Woman-Who-Never-Dies make sure it does. The Indians also plant gourds and beans, they must plant beans.  Indians have a corn feast in the spring. They save dried meat and celebrate. They hang meat on the scaffolds they build. The old women in the village meet around the scaffold with a stick with dried meat on it. They dance around the scaffolds with meat on them as the men beat their drums.  The o