It started with an NPR story. I was on my way to work & they talked about a day-long party where all of the Lord of The Rings movies would be played where everybody would eat like Hobbits. Seriously, it seemed right up my alley. I filed the story in my memory banks, thought about… Continue reading Where I geek my way into a fun weekend.
Category: Finding Myself
Where I answer the questions that I’m commonly asked at the gym
Maybe it’s because I smile a lot. Or maybe it’s because I seem to be there with a mission (giving the impression that I know what I’m doing). Or maybe I have the type of body that people are trying for (see first question below). Whatever the reason, a lot of people have started asking… Continue reading Where I answer the questions that I’m commonly asked at the gym
Where I contemplate malaise
Really, I don’t know what this is. Maybe it’s just being tired of the weather. Maybe it’s my worried lack of sleep rebounding upon itself causing more worry (and therefore less sleep). Maybe it’s the exercise I’m doing keeping me so sore that my mood has adjusted accordingly. Maybe it’s my refusal to ever admit… Continue reading Where I contemplate malaise
Where I accept High Heels & Training Wheel’s Challenge
Just yesterday, I was thinking “I really should figure out how I can ensure that I’m posting here, at least once or twice a week.” The problem? Finding something that’s post-worthy, that I want to write about, when I have time to write about it. Just as I finished said thought, though, one of my… Continue reading Where I accept High Heels & Training Wheel’s Challenge
Where I collect my breath
I used to be a much better blogger. Not only did I actually post somewhat regularly, but I thought about what I wanted to post & when I’d post. When I went on vacation, I’d line guest posts from a list of my favorite bloggers to keep my regular readers1 entertained. I went on vacation… Continue reading Where I collect my breath
Where I check in after the weight loss challenge
90 days. They say 21 days is how long it takes to turn something into a habit . . . so, at 90 days, I’m looking at a habit that is more than 4-times ingrained in me. I did not follow a specific diet. I did not follow a specific workout regimen. Simply, I logged… Continue reading Where I check in after the weight loss challenge
Where I think about my swagger
You can file this under the “no shit” category, but I haven’t been posting much lately. Unlike most of my blogging dry-spells, though, this isn’t because of lack of ideas. Between my kids, and my pets, and my job, and my diet & workout regimen, and my music, and my “Johnness,” and Lance Armstrong, I… Continue reading Where I think about my swagger
Where I think about habits
The past couple of weeks have been relatively rough for me. As much as I abhor it, I’m a creature of schedule — I do best when things aren’t novel. In fact, I almost strive for a routine. A routine means that it’s easy for me to make good decisions as to what to eat.… Continue reading Where I think about habits
Where I get all mushy about being a father
Last night, into this morning, there were no poosplosions or episodes of diaper shrapnel. There were no exposed nails for me to step on. There were no episodes of dog puking within casa de batzer. In short, it was a pleasant evening. Well, Leila came over (of course, it was when I was in the… Continue reading Where I get all mushy about being a father
Where I recap blogher far too quickly
After this weekend, my mind is one crazy maze of post ideas . . . but before I can start converting those ideas from a random firing synapses to words, I wanted to give a quick run-down of my time this weekend (note that I’m saying “quick run down,” but I’ll probably have written several… Continue reading Where I recap blogher far too quickly