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Tag Archives: fitness
I try to learn life lessons where I can, but I’m not sure what to glean from spending $95 on a massage, then sleeping on my arm wrong. Sometimes, maybe there isn’t a lesson. Sometimes, maybe life’s just stupid. Ignoring the “Oops, I did it again” sleep and all, the massage was awesome. I’m still in [...]
It’s been a day filled with plumbing excitement. I returned home last evening to find some other tenant’s mystery filth backed up in my bathroom sink. 18 hours later, it’s as good as new, and was even cleaned by the handyman. A year ago, I’d be waiting for a couple days or more, since, hey, [...]
The older I get, the more I see the adage of “darkest before dawn” being a truism. A certain Zen-master sensibility takes over as I age whenever the fit really hits the shan. “Oh, wow. A gnarly wave of suckage cresting on the right. Head down, hang on, and pray, woman.” When I had that almost-a-major-setback with [...]
It’s been a long week and you’re probably wondering how it went, given my dreaded Month of Suck admission last week. I’ve spent this past week slowly recalibrating myself, lowering my expectations, ditching my guilt, and focusing on the individual steps to take rather than being overwhelmed by the bigness of my journey… And it’s been [...]
If you enjoy this, or any of my posts, please hit the “like” button at the bottom, because sharing it on Facebook helps me get readers, which is kind of the point. Thank you for your support! October was My Month of Suck. Things went badly at the end — personally, financially, physically, spiritually. Times like [...]
If ever someone’s mentality was built for Kicking Ass and Taking Names, it’s mine. On the outside, however, I’m more of a tribute to the StayPuft Marshmallow Man. Inside, I’m G.I. Jane (with better writing). Starting now, it’s onto Mission: Outside-Matching-In. I’ve managed to snooker a personal trainer who’s willing to make me into G.I. Jane–Librarian. [...]