Year: 2005
-
Half way through Phase Uno
Come Sunday, Toby Joe and I will be half-way through the first phase of this god damn diet. I’m only using the term “god damn” because not eating breads and sweets and pasta dishes has been so unbelievably hard. I won’t lie. I love pasta. I love cake. Yesterday, my office held its monthly Birthday…
-
Yum
I’m sure that for some what I ate today for my pre-lunch snack will sound totally gross. But holy shit balls, would I totally pay someone to bring me a few more right now. I took Tofurky deli slices and smeared some fat free creme cheese on each slice. Then, I rolled them up. Holy…
-
SPD
It seems that SPD went off with a minor hitch last night. Sorry to anyone featured today who might be reading this. To err is human. heh. It was sort of whacked for several hours. Our bad. But we managed to catch it before 7 a.m. EST. thanks to a slew of email letting me…
-
In celebration of my new full time job, I give you….
my 10 year old student work! I was going through some closet junk recently and I discovered some slides that were taken of my student work from Penn State. (ha!) Wow. That’s all I have to say about that. Enjoy the weirdness! The impracticalness! The non explanation! Soap for women. (Apparently dismembered women) Magazine spread…
-
Call me HIRED!!
I am officially employed again. YAY! Tonight, I celebrate somehow. How does one celebrate while dieting? Oh, that’s right, one celebrates by doing freelance tonight. Ah well.
-
Flickr/T-Mobile Users.
I can’t seem to send images to Flickr from my phone. I try and I get an error. It reads: UNABLE TO SEND. I’m sure it has everything to do with my T-Mobile account and nothing to do with my ignorance or Flickr. (Yeah right. I’m sure it’s totally me.) This might be something for…
-
A Waiting Quarter
When I was growing up, one of my most favorite beach “casino” games was the one with all the quarters. Seeing all those shiny coins waiting to drop off that ninety-degree angle and fall with a clink into the metal cup before me was too much for me to avoid. I would beg my parents…
-
Fear
My rabid fear of flying brings out some of the weirdest ideas and spoken word. I’ve asked Toby Joe what clouds are, how a plane works, whether the wings are attached and if they can handle being hit with a 90-degree wind at 37 thousand feet. It’s almost as if when I’m afraid, I become…
-
Sneak Preview
Here is one of the images I took while in Orlando. Obviously, there are more to come. (I’m waiting for our film to get processed, too.) I swear to all that is sacred and good that what you’re seeing here isn’t as naughty as it appears to be. But holy crap, did we ever laugh…
-
Here we go again.
Due to the fact Toby Joe and I were in Fort Wilderness during the gearing up of the Half Ironman contest, we have begun the South Beach Diet. There is nothing more humiliating and inspiring and humbling than seeing a bunch of unbelievably healthy men and women prepare for a triathlon while on vacation. My…
