death of a pedometer
Friends, it grieves me to report that it appears that my trusty pedometer has counted its last step. No more shall its cheerful digital readout confirm the pace of my
give me passion…or give me death
Friends, I am FIRED UP. I had a Myspazzer conversation tonight loosely based on some drama that a real-life friend is going through right now, and this is what ensued. I
the incredible shrinking woman: week five
It’s the start of week five. Just one more week until I do the first official measurement of my 6 lbs slenderer self. HA! People say they have seen a
abc’s of 2N, and 10 bizarre things
Andrew has ferreted out my secret love of blog tags, apparently. As did Fukendrinken, seeing as they both have tagged me over the last two days. Frist, the ABCs of
the incredible shrinking woman: week four
So, okay. This is the start of the fourth week. I am still feeling freaking awesome. I have realized that I really like walking. Something about walking kind of frees
abc’s
It’s been a long time since I wrote any poetry. However, when I finally caught up on my blogs, the ABC Poetry Slam was long over, and I was too
lfb: wrong turn
Loaded for Blog day!! Today’s topic was a little vague…“Down on the Farm”. Include a mah-jongg tile and an ABBA record. Let me know what you think, I went out
mama
“Mama?” His little voice quavered through the phone like he was talking through static. It wasn’t, though, it was tears. “Honey? Hi, honey! How are you?” I wasn’t sure yet,
the incredible shrinking woman: week three
This week was not a banner week, friends. I haven’t lost anything in the way of inches yet, which is disappointing because I really want to see the changes there
i am still defiant
I got inspired by this blog today about rules. The rules of life. The rules, or guidelines, or whatever you want to call them. Go visit Kristin and leave a comment,
