I love my quadriceps. They are strong, tight, sexy. They’ve got their act together. My inner thighs, however, are what we call freeloaders. They don’t work, but they sure do eat of the bounty. They suck the fat from everything I eat and expend no energy to burn it off. They are greedy, lazy, and
Being a parent means the window seat will never be yours again.
Damn me! I’ve done it again. Waited until the last minute, and now I’m ready to hurl myself through a window. Maybe it isn’t so bad. Let’s see… what have I packed already? Oh yeah, absolutely nothing. Fellow blogger and traveler Willia over at Cebuana Adventures posted about her travel bag recently, and she gave me the
Me: So how’s your day going? You tired? Did you eat well here or no? The Fly: Humans have no idea just how filthy their houses are. I’ll be living out the rest of my life here, Lady. Your house is a paradise. Me: How come you aren’t in the kitchen with the other flies?
I’ve taken to writing in my underwear. It’s damned liberating. This past week, I’ve been doing my writing in one of these. The IKEA Poang chair is the best thing that has happened to my body in a very long time aside from my bike. Whenever I come up with something really good, I lean
Just a few years back, I decided, out of sheer astonishment, to start writing down some of the (things) my students were saying. And because I am a scatterbrain, I eventually lost the paper that had been recording them. I found that paper recently. It’s one raindrop in the ocean of ridiculous statements and questions
There’s a part of me that likes to see a high number in my drafts folder. There’s something soothing about not having to start from scratch. Knowing that something is needing you in order to feel whole, quite frankly, feels good. You therapists out there can analyze me if you like.
Attention my Most Excellent Readers: My Twitter account is up and running– as far as I can tell. Here was my plan of action: Throughout the past week, I’ve been jotting down in my notebook all the things I would’ve said aloud if someone where actually listening. I like what I’ve got so far. I
Don’t you just love those people who are such storytellers that, even when you inform him or her that you’ve heard the story told before, he says, “Shut up and listen to my story,” and just keeps telling it? And we always end up smiling at the same parts, rolling our eyes, laughing out loud, calling out “Oh, whatever!” at
So, I haven’t been to the gym in a long while. Almost 3 months a long while. Not too long ago- 5 months ago- that would’ve been unheard of. So. I feel for the first time, a little anxious about going back. I’ve put on about ten pounds since the time I’ve been absent. And