Last week Ashely Judd wrote an op-ed piece in response to the buzz surrounding her “puffy face”.

‘Why was a puffy face cause for such a conversation in the first place? How, and why, did people participate? If not in the conversation about me, in parallel ones about women in your sphere?”
-Ashley Judd

Truly, why do we care that Ashely Judd’s face is a little puffier than it used to be?  I love that she challenges all of us to reflect on the fact that it is seemingly o.k. to discuss a women’s body [or a change in her appearance].  Don’t we all have bigger things to worry about?

Read the entirety of her response at The Daily Beast.  I warn you…she uses really big words!
http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2012/04/09/ashley-judd-slaps-media-in-the-face-for-speculation-over-her-puffy-appearance.html

While I can’t remember if I have blogged about Ms. Angelina Jolie [sorry],  I have made it known to my facebook world that I do love her.  There are two camps.  Hate her.  Love her.  And there is no where in between.  I won’t bore you with my reasoning….it is much like politics.  If you don’t share my opinion, I will respectfully agree to disagree and leave it at that.

However, I am going to blog about this………

 

 

Well, it has happened.  Pretty sure I am officially middle aged.  After persistent muscle strains in my back, I had to look for a therapeutic form of exercise.  I settled on hot yoga and started last week.  And honestly my back is already feeling better….however with my muscle relief came a few other lessons.

1. Hot yoga means it is really, really hot.  While I appreciate a good sweat, I am not a huge fan of others sweating profusely in close proximity to me.  Disgusting, really.
2. Listening to deep cleansing breaths make me laugh. [At least to myself- under my shallow, immature breath.}
3. My hamstrings are insanely tight.
4. Looking around to compare yourself to others during balancing poses causes you to fall over.  
5. I don’t speak the language.  Literally.  I am consistently behind the “flow” in power yoga because I don’t understand Sanskrit.
6. Lululemon seemingly has taken over the world-one overpriced tank, with a clever name, at a time.

Some of you are dedicated yogis.  I applaud you.  It is a exercise of humility and endurance.  It is Monday and the yoga mat is calling. I have mastered child’s pose and savasana with ease. Hoping this week I can get a little closer to the ground in my forward bend. Namaste.
[ps.  It’s great to be back from a long hiatus!]

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2128447/Find-YOUR-eyebrow-tribe-Kate-Posh-brows-big-news-ANNABEL-JONES-shows-ways-shape-up.html

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Don.

Draper.

 Yes, please.

Sunday.  Mad Men.  2 hour season premier.  I’ll drink to that!
Why not mix up cocktails that Don and Betty would be pleased to sip on?

Spring has arrived.  I was reminded of the hope, renewal, and freshness this season brings when I came across this picture of Central Park.

A new website launched today.  Seems like more and more people understand that mothers are interested in many things.  We are savvy, creative, stylish, educated women- who just happened to give birth to offspring. 

Check it out. 
http://www.elizabethstreet.com/home