I completed The New Rules workout. This means I’m boldly going where I’ve only slightly ventured before, into the land of creating my own workouts. Last weekend, however, one of the trainers ran me through a circuit training exercise (intense, especially since it was my first foray ( Read more... )

This weekend I discovered that my broken brake lights were actually the result of a broken internal computer. I also discovered that the GM information line is only open during the week, which ties the hands of mechanics who need to confirm that Computer Type A (which is in my car) can actually be replaced by Computer Type B (which is the only ( Read more... )

On April 17, my Cobalt passed its Maryland state safety inspection with a few hiccups. Not even two weeks later, both brake lights go kaput. I didn't realize this (how are you supposed to realize that your brake lights are out?), but a Montgomery County police officer was kind enough to follow me almost the whole way home from work (thereby ( Read more... )

Sometimes I imagine I am looking at a syllabus, and this syllabus tells me I have a such-and-such-page essay due in two weeks' time.

I admit my heart thrills every time.

Miss you, English. Hugs and kisses.

My boyfriend is a toothpaste thief. I’m talking the pointlessly vindictive kind. The kind that, for no reason, steals your toothpaste just so he can put it in his carry-on baggage and get it confiscated and disposed of by airport security approximately one hour later. Of course, he is also the kind that neglects to inform you of his kleptomania ( Read more... )

My roommate’s cat is bulimic ( Read more... )

Drove coworker to car shop to pick up broken down but now repaired car. Afterwards go to Cheesecake Factory. Wait is long with no place to sit. Get table finally. Have delicious eats, phenomenal pistachio cheesecake.

Realize how very nice it is to have a coworker you are happy to spend four hours with (one of which in standing position) after ( Read more... )

I just read an email on the WCenter listserv in which the author rails against the five-paragraph essay, describing it as a “demeaning tool of efficient institutions of education.”

ARGH, how it frustrates me when people position the five-paragraph essay as the TOTAL DESTRUCTION of good, creative writing! It’s always made out to be the Jaws of ( Read more... )

Baked potato.

Add shredded cheddar cheese, green and white onions, sour cream, and bacon pieces.

Orange juice on the side.

I could die happy. Fat, but happy.

Punxy Phil saw his shadow on Gobbler's Knob, so we've six more weeks of winter.

Oh, misfortune. Spring needs to happen like yesterday.

On the bright side, tomorrow's lunch is make your own potato bar for $3.50! My Irish roots are mighty pleased.