On a gloomy December afternoon, Michelle (@ragemichelle) and I crossed paths in the twitter stream. She was sick in the body. I was sick in the head. We were two peas in a pod and it was WONDERFUL to not be alone in our grumpiness! We swore. We mocked ourselves. We griped. And we giggled… a lot. I joined her rage on her What I Learned from Fox Muldar post where she confessed watching 30 or so X-File episodes and fretting about not working out. I related to her plight. Of course, she had an excuse; she was sick! Me? I’m too lazy to put on my shoes. I confessed being a reluctant exerciser. Continue reading
I’m going to #fitbloggin and I consider this to be a continuation of life’s latest ironies. After all, I’m not really fit and I’m not really a blogger. So I giggle, and I’m struck, once again, how the ironies pile up.
I don’t cook, yet most people come to my non-blog searching for a recipe. I ended up in the hospital due to chronic dehydration, but people ask me about being healthy. I’m growing herbs, but I don’t know what to do with them. I don’t know how to ride a bike, but I just bought one. You get the idea, right? Continue reading