Drab to Fab

Did you ever see a reflection in a store window and wonder what the hell she was thinking, then realize it was you?

Do you have underwear older than some of your colleagues?

When was the last time you changed your hairstyle?

Are you seeing telltale signs of your lifestyle on your face?

Stay tuned. Drab to Fab is coming.

Look for the free e-course in a couple of weeks, and teleclasses coming in August.

Life's too short for ugly shoes.

Return to the Burgburb

Went back for family reunion after an unusually long stay at home. It was a little odd without mom, the warm fuzzy feeling of seeing all the cousins has become a cold clammy duty dance. I think it's time to hang up the dancing shoes and admit that these folks are not my tribe at all.

It's Living Geneology. Every year we have to be reminded, by the keeper of the family tree, of how we are connected. For the most part, it's only from the prolific childbearing of generations long passed. The pre-meal presentation was replaced by a post meal recitation of who died in the last year. I'm done.

Returned home for 4 days, only to return again so that Youngblood could collect the car promised to him by my mom. He's on cloud 9 and fully mobile.

A new era has begun. Yeaaaaa.

Laugh a little.

As you may know, yoga has been a way of life for me for a very long time. It's been westernized, demonized and twisted into an unrecognizable form to make it more palatable to the American couchpotato mentality.

Now, another form. Laughter Yoga. Love it.

Try it out over the phone, in a free moderated call. It's great fun and just what I needed this morning.

Youngblood's Biggest Night So Far

Success.

My Hero.
Film at eleven. pm. tomorrow.