Tonight, I ran a freaking mile! The last time I ran a mile, it was 1993.
Now you understand why I am so flipping happy. So happy, that I don't even care that it took me almost 15 minutes.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Rhythm
I really wish I had a camera last night. I saw dance moves from Mark that I had never seen before. Sigh, I love him.
Congratulations to Jake and Michelle! Such a great wedding!
Congratulations to Jake and Michelle! Such a great wedding!
Monday, July 20, 2009
Good Intentions
I bought bananas, blackberries and apples.
I made chocolate chip cookies and ate three.
No, it was four.
I made chocolate chip cookies and ate three.
No, it was four.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Odds
I want to pee my pants every single time I think of my father's mispronunciation of cilantro.
"Cirantro". Priceless.
"Cirantro". Priceless.
love hate relationship
Dear Body,
Why do you hate me? Was it the glass of wine I had? The deep fried cheese curds? Or maybe it was the pan of rice krispie treats that I demolished in less than 24 hrs...? Don't hold a grudge, please. Remember the endless glasses of water I give you everyday? How about the walks I take you on when I am ambitious enough to get you off the couch? Oh! The showers I give you... c'mon, that must be heaven, right? Please, stop torturing me, I get the point. No more fun. Lets get back to bland boring food and a regular cardio routine.
No more smoking crack, I promise.
Why do you hate me? Was it the glass of wine I had? The deep fried cheese curds? Or maybe it was the pan of rice krispie treats that I demolished in less than 24 hrs...? Don't hold a grudge, please. Remember the endless glasses of water I give you everyday? How about the walks I take you on when I am ambitious enough to get you off the couch? Oh! The showers I give you... c'mon, that must be heaven, right? Please, stop torturing me, I get the point. No more fun. Lets get back to bland boring food and a regular cardio routine.
No more smoking crack, I promise.
Monday, July 13, 2009
my mind, my worst enemy
I despise the dreams that disappoint. No joy in waking up second guessing and feeling uneasy. I envy those that don't remember the stories that dance in their mind, in the middle of the night.
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