Once upon a time we had a bullmastiff named Hercules (may he rest in peace/spill out some doggie chow for our fallen homie). Hercules was an anxious dog. He was so frazzle-ridden we nicknamed him Flinchy because of his tendency to (waitforit) flinch at the slightest noise or merest of changes in his surroundings. Flinchy Hercules possessed a habit which quickly caught our ... Continue Reading
I am a right angle.
(and a disheveled right angle at that. The sports-bra? foreshadowing tomorrow's post.) I laugh that when I shared the title-sentiment with my sister her response was oooh you are so a writer! I love how you phrased that. Alas, I may be a writer but this is not an example of why or how. I am quite literally a right angle and have been for a few weeks. Hence the lack of Look at me! Im ... Continue Reading
Juggling for fitness (video post).
Subtitle: As I mentioned to these guys Ive recommitted to learning to juggle. By the time I turn 41 I shall be amazing! mediocre. I’d love to say this topic choice stemmed wholly from a quirky desire to seek alternative fitness--- but that would be a lie. Inspiration came from a much more mundane place. As I lamented to these women my inability to juggle work-commitments/MizFit/mamahood at ... Continue Reading