I know I'm fascinating and all what with my talk of butts to be wiped, sleepless nights and updates on my writin' skilz. But as I say to TD more often than I would like, "It's not always about you." Today, it's about Susan. A woman I admire and am proud to call a fellow bloggy friend needs our thoughts, prayers, good vibes or whatever it is you want to send her way. She's starting a clinical trial today for cancer. She needs us. Go read her post from today. And read this bit too. It's about Cricket's Answer and LympheDIVAS. If you comment on this post I'll donate a dollar for every non-spam comment (up to 100 comments) to the LympheDIVAS and Cricket's Answer so that a woman who needs lymphedema sleeves can have them. They can … [Read more...]
The Non-Drinkers Club
Last month I proposed a thirty day challenge of sorts. No sugar and no alcohol for the entire month of January. H was first on the bandwagon and then a few fine bloggers decided to join me on this crazy train. I wanted to see if eliminating sugar and drinking from my diet would improve my workouts, help me lose a few pounds and generally change the way I felt internally. Essentially it was a month long cleanse. H decided to go all balls to the wall insane though and throw in the "no fried food" thing too. Egads. What started out easy peasy with me just desiring sugar and even dreaming of it became a nightmare. I thought it would be hard to get rid of the alcohol, I mean what is bath time without wine? I cook with wine so why not pour a glass during the process too? Girls night … [Read more...]
More Repulsive Than Crocs!
Yes, I loathe Crocs. I jump right on that hater bandwagon. I won't let my kids wear them and when I see friends of mine clogging around in those boats I seriously reconsider our friendship as I can't find friends as easily, luckily I got help from sites like chatempanada that help understand why I should make friends online. I don't care how "comfortable" they are. There is something to be said for not letting yourself go and Crocs to me are the epitome of "I no longer care how I look, in fact I haven't showered in days and I forgot what deodorant is" type attitude. You can dress those heinous rubber shoes up all you want. Line them with fur, put heels on them and they still end up in the clearance section of Dicks sporting goods by the droves. For a reason! Crocs, however don't have … [Read more...]
Not a Wounded Antelope
Saturday 5:45 a.m.- my alarm goes off and my brain and body freeze up. Today is the day. Today I will run my first 5k. While I am sure my body can do it, my brain has decided it wants a monopoly on the whole thing and will go to any lengths to psyche me out of doing it. Stupid brain. Initially, I was going to go up by myself and H and the girls would meet me later. Why drag them out at that ungodly hour too? However, The Comedian got up bright and early and before I was done showering and trying not to puke in my bathroom sink, she was ready to go. TD followed a bit later, wearing her "My Mom is Blogging This" t-shirt. Tweeting would be more like it. It was better that they came with me instead of me driving solo and freaking myself out about parking, traffic and of course, the race the … [Read more...]
He Works for the Government. He can’t be Fired.
A funny thing happened to me on the way home the other day. Cue drum. Ba dum bum.I was in the Charlotte airport waiting to board my plane when a man caught my eye. Not like that! He looked familiar. Had I sat across from him in some banal meeting at Company A many months ago? Hmm... I just couldn't shake this feeling. I boarded the plane and there he was sitting right next to me. Fate? Now I never strike up conversations with strange men but I was just couldn't let go of the idea of how familiar this guy looked to me so I spoke up. Turns out the guy lives in my neighborhood and we have probably seen each other around town. Nothing big. Then he threw out there that he used to work for the Department of Defense. "Me too." I replied."Oh well I worked in the Hoffman Building." He answered, as … [Read more...]