When I started thinking about what I wanted to do for my 30th birthday this month, I had so many different ideas. I tossed around doing something for others – doing 30 things for others or something nice for 30 people or maybe just a chill dinner with family. It never once crossed my mindContinue reading “Straight (paint)ballin’”
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Best laid plans and whatnot
I had these plans, you see. I wanted to take some time and have a regular stream of stuff written for this blog (for this month, especially), because in a little over a week, it turns five. Yes. An inanimate object, a bunch of words and photos and files I put together turns five yearsContinue reading “Best laid plans and whatnot”
Yogi Bear
You guys, I went to yoga. Yes, you read that correctly. I’m as bewildered and confused as you are right now. Also, my wrists hurt. And my abs. But I think that one’s from all the coughing, which could only mean one thing, IT’S SPRING! I digress. I did yoga. It was weird. But theContinue reading “Yogi Bear”
Running is a pain in the butt
You guys, I started running again. Of course, I say this on a night when my trainer and I decided to skip for various reasons, one of which being it was supposed to sleet. But we’ve been doing great up until now. And unless there’s a foot of snow or one of us has aContinue reading “Running is a pain in the butt”
Another Organ Revolts or How I Had A Ham Sandwich And Some Spinach Dip And Ended Up In The Hospital
I’ve never been to the emergency room for myself. And there aren’t any times I can recall, recently anyway, where I’ve been for someone else. Until last night. Let’s start at the very beginning. Ish. Like 4 or 5 years ago, when I lived in O-town, I got this horrible pain. It felt like IContinue reading “Another Organ Revolts or How I Had A Ham Sandwich And Some Spinach Dip And Ended Up In The Hospital”
Diary of a hypochondriac, day 10066
7:30 a.m. I can’t get out of bed. My body physically rejects parting from the flannel sheets. Too. warm. and. cozy. to. move. 8 a.m. Step out of bed, left foot first. Still hurts. Something’s gotta be broken or bent or something in there. On account of it was stepped on. By a stiletto. AlmostContinue reading “Diary of a hypochondriac, day 10066”
Can’t stop won’t stop
…..listening to and, against my better judgment sometimes, liking Bruno Mars’ stuff. I mean there are the obvious good songs of his – Just The Way You Are and Marry You, for one two. But Grenade’s a little crazy. And so is this one. But dammit if it doesn’t have a good melody. Tangent: WhenContinue reading “Can’t stop won’t stop”
Life story
Wanna know what my last relationship quasi-relationship was like? And the one before that? Listen to the lyrics of this song. And thanks to The Roommate for introducing me to it and telling me it could have been written by me. ‘Tis true, well, I mean, when you take out the “hers” and make themContinue reading “Life story”
The difference a week makes
Last week, I decided I needed to start running. Also last week? The first – and only – time so far this year it’s been 85+ degrees all week long. Good planning on my part, right? It makes sense on paper – a nine-week program that will make up for 70-something weeks of none ofContinue reading “The difference a week makes”
Well, that kind of sucked
I’ve said it before. And I will continue to say it until it’s no longer true – if we ever get to that point. I suck at running. Seriously. Put me next to an 80-year-old man with a walker and he could probably beat me to the finish line. If not, our running styles willContinue reading “Well, that kind of sucked”
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