March 2010
March 31, 2010 at 12:17 pm
Several years ago I was watching a TV show on healthy eating in which the host was playing a game with school children. He’d hold up a vegetable and ask the kids to name it. The results were rather sad. The kids couldn’t name some basic veggies. I was feeling rather superior, calling out “Asparagus!” and “Radishes!” with glee until the host picked up an odd, green leafy thing and I was stumped.
“It’s a leek!” he told the kids. I still didn’t understand what he meant. A leek? What the hell was a leek? I Googled it and discovered there was indeed a vegetable called a leek and according to this site it was related to the onion in some way. And now, Farm Fresh Delivery has dumped one on my doorstep. So I ask you, dear readers, what shall I do with my leeks?
March 29, 2010 at 10:15 am
As usual with my cleaning sprees, I don’t start out with the intention to declutter my shelves or shred a year’s worth of credit card statements. I start with a simple task, like sorting all the swag I scored at FitBloggin’, and then I find myself on a roll, until I’ve filled up a trash bag with unneeded items, including a broken garden gnome I realize I’m never going to superglue back together.
One item I got at FitBloggin’ is the Weight Watchers POINTS Pedometer. It’s a pretty sweet pedometer, by far the fanciest one I’ve owned. It calculates how many POINTS you’ve earned by walking, how far you’ve traveled, and even tells you the time. Sadly, however, I’m just not a pedometer person. I know I’m never going to use this thing, so I thought I’d give it away instead, hopefully to some Weight Watchers member who will truly enjoy it.
To enter this giveaway, leave a comment on this entry telling me where your favorite place to walk is by 11:59pm on Wednesday, March 31, [...]
March 24, 2010 at 8:00 am
The night that FitBloggin’ concluded, my room mates and I started talking in our dark hotel room like you do at slumber parties, where you’re just voices without bodies, sort of like how we are on the Internet. We were talking about the bloggers we’d met and the bloggers we read and that’s when I asked, “Does anyone remember Fat Bitch?”
“YES! She used to wear a bag on her head with a face drawn on it to remain anonymous!”
“She was hilarious! Then she just stopped blogging.”
“What about that one blog, Yo Ho Ho or something? There were pirates, remember?”
“Oh yeah, what was that called?”
“You Heave Ho! She was a pirate who wanted to lose her booty.”
“I miss A Dumbbell in a Home Gym.” We all sighed in agreement. “Hopeful Loser, too.”
“I miss The Fat Slayer.”
“How about Fatty McBlog? Remember that time she tripped on the stairs and almost crushed her neighbor?”
“Wait, do you mean Fatty McButterpants?”
“No, Fatty McBlog. There is a Fatty McButterpants, but she doesn’t write Fatty McBlog.”
Silence.
Then we broke into laughter, [...]
March 22, 2010 at 11:19 am
I woke up at four o’clock in the morning to catch my flight to Baltimore for FitBloggin’ 2010. Waking up at that hour does strange things to my body, making me simultaneously feel like I’m going to barf and that I can talk to angels dancing on the wings of the plane. Hopefully they’d remind me to pull my hair back before vomiting. My odd mental state also made me very wary of sitting so close to the jet engines.
My Paranoid Traveler’s Syndrome made me worry that the glass was going to break and I’d be sucked into the turbines like a bird with bad luck. Thankfully, the plane remained in tact, but this also meant that I spent the flight being taunted by ads in the seat pocket advertising free wifi that was not working on my flight.
When questioned, the stewardess just shrugged her shoulders, which is the universal gesture for, “I’m just a stewardess, not a cable repair man.” While I rather hate to use this cliched phrase, major FAIL, Airtran!
When I [...]
March 19, 2010 at 8:19 am
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