Today one of my co-workers thought she'd be nice and bring in a huge box of krispy kreme donuts ( Read more... )

I'm conquering another culinary phobia.

Fish.

Growing up I didn't like fish.  Unless it was deepfried and guarenteed to be boneless.  and, you know, didn't taste like fish.

I did spent a lot of my youth fishing though.  My dad and both sets of grandparents were avid fisherman, and I loved going, as long as I didn't have to touch the bait, touch the ( Read more... )

Learned this weekend:

When a hiking book refers to a hike as being a "seemingly endless mire of mud"  it's not just being clever and/or funny.  In truth it's gonna be muddy as fuck.  And by the end of the 5 miles, you will experience walking through ankle deep mud and have muck splattered up to your knees.  A bonus though, the added weight of the ( Read more... )

I'm crankypants today.

Unless your signature is required on my paycheck, if you ask me to do something today, you're going to get a scowl-ly face from me.

I mean, I'll do it, but I'm gonna frown at you.

AND my G.D. computer clock thingy won't stay on the right time, and having to turn my head about 20 degrees to the right to look at my correct clock ( Read more... )

Really.  Do you think that wearing a T-shirt that proclaims "My other car is your mom" will really attract a woman with any amount of substance?  Go change.  Shave.  Develop a clever sense of humor.  And maybe, just maybe you might get a girl to look at you with something other than an expression of disgust.

Thank you,
RKM

A bit of background:  we were trying to name the members of NKOTB, and of course, all forgot Danny.  And then of course, conversation led to Marky-Mark and the Funky bunch.  And then we started to wonder what happened to the Funky Bunch, and how one might go about getting a funky bunch of ones own ( Read more... )

Over the past few months I have found myself in several situations where I have unfortunately had to hang out with people that for some reason either (and many times it is a combination of the following ( Read more... )

"I love farting quietly at work.  It's like a secret"

--- said today by one of my nearest and dearest.

Really, when did my lj become all about farting?

It just occured to me that it is tax season.  And I'm not unhappy.  I mean, my taxes have never been a source of stress.  Usually I enter in my figures from my W-2's and the federal and state government shudder, look sheepish, and give me my g.d. money back with a bit of an apologetic look like, "sorry, forgot you were so poor."

No, the main source ( Read more... )

Still aware of my toe pads.  Still feels weird.

My Ashtanga class  = a lot of sweaty fun.  It's crazy how quickly 90 minutes can go by, especially when those 90 minutes include hauling around and contorting your body.

There were some new faces in class tonight.  One of the newbies was right next to me.  A real sweet heart, but I was a little worried ( Read more... )