Archive for the 'Flirting with Fitness' Category
Is everyone aware that your auteur is a redhead? I am a redhead of the palest variety. I am translucent. I buy the absolute lightest makeup ever and it still gives my face a nice tan.
Growing up, me, Kaytabug, and our group of blogless friends all had season passes to our town’s swimming pool. [...]
When I was in high school, I wish I would have realized how good I had it. Besides the typical, I don’t have to work, there is always food in the cupboards, I am safe because my dad will kick some major ass right before he shoots that burglar in the face, I wish I [...]
After reading a post from Trent at The Simple Dollar, I took my Ebay earnings and bought myself a pedometer.
This resulted in the following statement from my beloved:
You are well on your way to fitness. You bought some useless crap to make you want to work out.
The thing is, it is not useless! [...]
If I haven’t disparaged my current residence enough, let me just say once again that I am in an oil town. The places where oil is found are not pretty. Dinosaurs left the pretty green areas and found barren wastelands to die in. They knew the end was coming and started walking until they found [...]
In 1998, before I knew the wonderous-ness of Carolyn, I was at Last Concert Café. I don’t recall who was playing that night, unfortunately. I have tried over the years to recall more about that night, but beyond what I did and what this girl, Courtney, was wearing, my mind is blank. Last Concert looks [...]
I am a competitive soul. Not in the sense that I seek out competition. I was never very athletic, didn’t play in sports in school. But if someone says something that has a bit of competition in the endeavor. Throw down the gauntlet, baby! Well, my dear love, said he would like for us to [...]
