NOW I know why...

I've never been a fan of The Honeymooners, and even less thrilled with Ralph Kramden's threat, "To the moon, Alice!"

Now I know why. I experienced firsthand the pain of moon travel during yoga class. I crumbled before we were halfway to the moon, halfway through a FULL, NON-STOP series of lunar poses!!

I can't remember if the "cow" position (above) was actually in that series, but it pretty much looks like me crawling to my car after class. (Okay, maybe add a couple pounds here and there...)

Now the thing is this, when we began the series, the instructor reminded class that solar exercises are the masculine side of yoga, lunar the feminine. Having completed 5 sets of sun salutations the day before, I thought, Hey, lunar will be a piece of cake!

I could write more about WHY I thought that. WHY I erroneously assumed lunar (aka feminine) would be less intense than solar (masculine). My instructor confirmed for me that I'm not alone. A lot of people have the same reaction...

I'd rather hear YOUR thoughts on this subject...WHY is feminine ever equated with easy?

Why Would A Woman Ever Wear These?

I dunno.

Well, what I've heard is that very, very high heels make a woman look extra ...appealing to the opposite sex. And that very, very high heels shift the stance just so, and certain parts of a woman's anatomy are, shall we say, accentuated.

Very, very high heels are also very, very uncomfortable.

No news there, but every so often I feel the need to again explain that I haven't given up on trying to look sexy, my feet just won't "do the walking" anymore.

But there are other ways...some involving melted chocolate.

Warm, dark chocolate.

At the end of the day, with the stilettos tucked away in a shoebox, and remembering to keep this PG, what makes you feel good about your body...and WHY?

Why'd You Throw That Away?

There's a timely article in the March 16th Newsweek titled "The Frugal Family Guide." The author, Steve Tuttle, tells about the time he visited his parents' cabin and spotted a dead mouse in a rusty trap. Assuming he was doing his mom and dad a favor, he threw away the mouse...and the
dilapidated old trap.

WRONG! When his deed was disclosed, his parents just shook their heads and lamented they'd had that trap since they got married (about a half-century before.)

Tuttle goes on to say his parents are not cheap. They just don't throw out anything that's still getting the job done. Like that mouse trap (which obviously was still doing the trick!)

So, I'm looking at those things I automatically toss out without considering if they're really outdated or of no further purpose.

Most who know me would say I err on the side of caution and keep things waaaay past their prime. Like the last cell phone I turned in that was creeping toward antique status.

At the end of the day, WHY do we hold on to things too long or not long enough?

Why Would You Shop Anywhere Else?

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Naturally, I'm little partial to MY book-WOOF: Women Only Over Fifty! But, hey, truth is, there are other great books on Echelon's shelves, and I would encourage you to check 'em out. Their line of children's books is one of the best. That's under their Quake division.

Oh, no need to thank me for the heads up...Thank Echelon Press for understanding how important it is for buyers to stimulate the economy and retailers to do all they can to help people spend smart.

Why Not Tuesday the 26th?

Friday the 13th. What's up with that? In this modern age of technology and yummy varieties of dark chocolate, why do we hang onto such an ancient superstition?

I think we like to scare ourselves. I do. I think we like drama and mystery and being able to say, Hey, it was Friday the 13th and I was scaling the side of a building and fell 500 stories! Oh, bad, bad Friday the 13th.

In my case, I got engaged on Friday the 13th. It was February 13th, as a matter of fact (1987). Oh, no, it apparently couldn't wait till the next day. Valentine's Day -- a day of romance and love and huggy-kissy stuff.

I was asked and accepted on Friday the 13th. And you know what? It kind of set the tone for a pretty amazing relationship. Some bad stuff, but mostly good. Mostly wonderful.

And WHY do you supposed that is? Maybe because Friday is named for Frigga, the free-spirited goddess of love and fertility...and 13 follows the number 12 which generally denotes completeness. So maybe 13 transends completeness?

At the end of the day, even Friday the 13th, aren't most days all about what we make of them?

Why E-Book Week?

Please check out the Echelon Press blog for the reasons WHY you should read an e-book this week -- along with some darn fine e-books to read!

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Why Can't I Have A Barbie?

Me. Fifty years ago. Telling myself the doll in my hands, the one Santa brought INSTEAD of Barbie, was, in fact, Barbie.

Yeah, I'm just making that up...But, oh, how I longed to have that doll with the Miss America figure and eye shadow the color of a Southern Indiana summer sky.

But day after day Mother said, "No..." followed by some other stuff. I don't know her reasoning. My ears always shut down after hearing that two-letter word... (Sigh)

Not my mouth though. "But, why?"

"Because..."

Again, I never listened beyond the rejection.

That's really too bad, because Mother probably had some very good reasons.

But maybe the real reasons weren't even the ones she attempted to share with me. After all, what does a little kid understand about RBI (realistic body image)?

Regardless, I wish Barbie a happy 50th today...She's grown and matured over the years, just like the little girls who've adored her.

Even the ones who never actually had a Barbie, and will never know WHY...

For a beautiful story about Barbie and friendship, go to WoofersClub.Blogspot.com