I had hoped to get a “Wordless Wednesday” post out yesterday – but I’m still running around a bit like a chicken with its head cut off, and this week is getting away from me. Sometime soon, though, I’ll have a post with a pictorial depiction of my week at the beach. I love each… Continue reading Where I reflect a bit after my vacation
Category: Finding Myself
Where I force the disjointed thoughts out of my head
There has been minimal-to-no bounceback from the weight-loss when I was sick. Therefore, I’m claiming that most of the weight-loss was more-related to my lack of alcohol than the actual sickness. There were a shit-ton of hyphens in that first bullet point. After drinking far too much over the camping weekend, I’m giving my liver… Continue reading Where I force the disjointed thoughts out of my head
Where I reflect on health and weight, yet again
I’ve always maintained that I would kick-ass on “The Moderate Loser.” When I can take the time to really sit back and concentrate on my health, I shed pounds and my body starts looking good. The thing is, The Biggest Loser is not indicative of real life. You can’t just stop what you’re doing, head… Continue reading Where I reflect on health and weight, yet again
Where I relax and just type what crosses my mind
I’ve managed at least one visit to the same gym for the past 21 weeks. I think this deserves some kind of special award. I’m trying to cut back on caffeine. I’m failing miserably. I, however, have cut way back on alcohol intake . . . but I worry that the primary reason for this… Continue reading Where I relax and just type what crosses my mind
Where I remind myself that scale only reports a number
I have a confession for all of y’all. No, it’s not that I’ve allowed my vision to stray while someone, with ample cleavage, bent over in front of me1. It’s not that I’ve gone a long time without sitting down to read an actual book, instead doing my “reading” through audiobooks (I admit this, freely… Continue reading Where I remind myself that scale only reports a number
Where I hope for some new Instagram filters
If you know me in real life, you know that there’s a greater chance to catch me without pants than without my iPhone1. I like to keep the iPhone handy for a plethora of reasons . . . I’m, technically, “always on call” for work emergencies. Sometimes, I know of a particularly evil play with… Continue reading Where I hope for some new Instagram filters
Where the topics I write about range from bacon to zombies to Strawberry Shortcake.
I keep meaning to start a technical blog post series, titled “Techie Tuesdays,” where the first post will be explaining the way HTML works. But, it’s really fucking hard to write an entertaining blog post about how HTML works. I missed that today (Chinese New Year) is a holiday in the Philippines . . .… Continue reading Where the topics I write about range from bacon to zombies to Strawberry Shortcake.
Where I detail “the accident”
I wrote yesterday about my elbow . . . and vaguely mentioned “the accident.” Nearly anyone who knows me in real life knows of “the accident,” but, while I know you people are all real just, well, you live in my computer, not all of you know just what happened to me. In several ways… Continue reading Where I detail “the accident”
Where I relive my absolute favorite memory
First, we had MamaKat’s prompt – define your Seven Wonders of the World. I read MamaKat’s blog every now & then, but well, life has been especially crazy as of late, and I never got a chance to play along with her linkup. And, honestly, I’m not sure what all seven of mine would be… Continue reading Where I relive my absolute favorite memory
Where I recap my second take at the Harrisburg Marathon
About two years ago, I started running, and I’ve thought back on that time a lot lately. Back then, it was purely about health – getting myself to move, committing to a “better me.” I promised that I wouldn’t, ever, care about my time – I’d go further and further and further. I’d find my… Continue reading Where I recap my second take at the Harrisburg Marathon