February 2012
20 posts
Clarification. Her frustration was with having to change her workout plan. Understandable. Unfortunate wording. Also, my panties seem to be getting easily bunched lately. Either way, you know what makes her a great friend? I can voice an opposing opinion and she still loves me. And I her. But the rest of those commenters, they’re asshats.
Why am I always amazed by those that attempt to shame those that are overweight? Why am I surprised by those that think they are somehow superior, that they deserve better or more simply because they are thin, in shape or athletic?
Honest to God there is a gripe on my FB wall right now about (you better sit down for this one… *gasp*…) people walking on the treadmills at the gym. More...
Kyoko has a blog: Don't be a shitty friend. →
brain-food:
Believe it or not, you’ll need a couple of those in your life. Regardless of how anti social, anti life, anti interaction, anti everything else you’re anti about —you’ll want one, and you deserve to have them. Just don’t fuck it up. Reciprocate the same gestures. If one friend is there for you…
January 2012
24 posts
NHL Ripoff: nicklasjensen46: little things about... →
nicklasjensen46:
little things about hockey that i love
iwannatakearideonyourhockeystick:
little things about hockey that i love:
stick taps
head pats
fist bumps
“fucking right”s
the sound of skates scraping the ice
smiling players
cellys that involve fist pumping,…
Skates scraping the ice sound infinitely more cool the squeaky sneakers on a basketball court.
Five days in a row. On plan. I’m quite impressed with myself. Increased intake of whole foods and water. Decreased intake of sugar, caffeine and processed foods.
I desperately want to buy an incline trainer for the fitness portion of this new healthy lifestyle…. hmmmm. We’ll see.
Rules of a Hawkey Fan
1. It is TOEWS (taves), not TOES. If you say it wrong, you will be eternally shunned.
2. Tazer is our captain, forever and always. He would look wrong wearing any other sweater.
3. Yes, Kaner is kind of a hot-headed, arrogant little bitch. But he is our hot-headed arrogant little bitch.
4. Hating on Corey Crawford is like hating on an adorable little three-year-old with big, fat cheeks. That's child abuse.
5. Viktor Stalberg is the fastest player in the league. Don't try to argue that.
6. You scream and yell and freak out during the anthem at the Madhouse. You are not only reppin' our team, but also our country.
7. When the other team is in the lead, after the initial shock is over, you don't continue to hate, you have faith that they can comeback and get it done.
8. Being a Canucks & a Blackhawks fan is like the biggest eternal sin you can commit. Yes, I do respect Vancouver. But I also always root for the other team.
9. You understand that when something about Coach Quennville is announced, the crowd is not boo-ing. They are QQQQQ-ing.
10. Andrew Shaw knows where the 2010 Stanley Cup-winning puck is. #shawfacts
11. There is no greater bromance than Kaner & Tazers'.
12. It is understood that Tazer has the best ass in all of North America.
13. Duncs & Seabs make up the best d-line in the league.
14. You believe & pray in a girl named Chelsea.
15. The world around you stops when the Hawks game is on. You get royally pissed off at anyone who tries to talk/make plans with you while you're watching it.
16. You can quote Eddie & Pats' famous lines. "BIG SAAAAVE!"
17. Seeing Niemi in a Sharks jersey makes you want to cry. Big, fat tears.
18. It is perfectly acceptable to replace "Let's go, Hawks!" with "Detroit sucks" when the Red Wings play at the Madhouse.
19. You want to gorge the eyeballs out of all the Detroit fans who boo the big Hoss when they play in their arena.
20. Baby Toews. Nuff said.
21. Patrick Sharp is the most beautiful man in Chicago.
22. Learn how to pronounce Hjalmarsson. Or be laughed at for a long time.
23. We stick together through thick & thin, because we all just have ONE GOAL.
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Funny!
Good thing he's cute...
Getting our mail. Mail for the previous resident in our box.
Wiley: What was the name of the lady that used to live here?
Me: Betty Colkitt.
Wiley: Oooooh. Like the baker?
Me: No. That’s Betty Crocker.
Wiley: Oh yeah. I’m thinking of Betty Crocket.
Me: …
Wiley: Wasn’t she, like, a fiction character or something?
Me: No. I think you’re thinking of Davy...
It's that time...
I know I weigh more right now than I ever have. Which means when I was 9 months pregnant, I weighed less than right now. Ick. I don’t like it.
Don’t misunderstand, I in no way have any ambitions of building a “bikini body” or wearing a size 4 or completing some stupid marathon. I just want to feel comfortable in my clothes. I know I feel better overall when I drink...
I love my dogs. Such intuitive, loving little creatures.
Last night I was crying. Gladys poked her head out from under the couch (her favorite sleeping spot) and watched me briefly. She came over to me, jumped into my lap and snuggled me. She licked tears off my chin.
It made me feel better. I wouldn’t trade my Gladys for anything.
December 2011
10 posts
