Because I attend The Church of Lo (uhm, the temple in my mind), I don’t really have anywhere to confess. So I thought maybe I could confess to you. I hope that’s okay. ;) This may become a regular thing, if I get good at telling the so very bad…...
As friendly as most of us are, in yoga class we often become quiet little mice (exceptions: heavy breathers and the cell-phone-attached douchebags). Whether we’re taking some much-needed personal time, lost in our own private thoughts, or simply being snooty-patooties, we should consider being open to others. Yoga class is...
Today’s yogic words of truth: there’s nothing worse than a sweat-slick mat. When we practice, we’re looking for stay-put-ness, not slip-n-slideroo. What’s more, as a germaphobe, the idea of skedaddling in my own sweat makes me gag. What’s a ‘gini to do? Get a kick-ass towel, that’s what! I’m giving...
I have a serious problem. I, my compadres, am addicted to Words With Friends. So much so, that it might be time for a WWF cleanse. Not sure how that will work out for my brain and my fingers, so we’ll just put that idea to the side for now....
Bryan Adams has this awesome song that I dig in a big way — I Wanna Be Your Underwear. And while the song works, if someone said that to me, I’d probably deliver a proper old-fashioned stinging slap. The cheek! No pun intended. :) 5 of the Worst Yoga Pick-up Lines:...