I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC
I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC
Oh, wow. Don't get me started - I am violently allergic to the slightest whiff of the stuff. When you come from a history of abuse, that shit ain't funny anymore. But I think you are absolutely right. Sadly.
Hey naiad, it has been really nice to chat, but I will have to be back later - I gotta go run the kids around. First will stay with Third, who now has it exiting both ends under pressure, just on a slow schedule, and Second and Fourth need to go into town... Gymnastics class and a new swimsuit and goggles, respectively. See you soon!
I have a mantra that I have spouted for years... "If I eat right, I feel right. If I feel right, I exercise right. If I exercise right, I think right. If I think right, I eat right..." Phil-SC
Lunch was leftovers and fridge cleanings: 2 sausages (1 curry dog, 1 garlic dog), 2 slices of Muenster and the last of the asadero, and most of the remnants of the spag and meatballs MIL brought over one night.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
That was some kind of stupid. I was working with a coworker (previously referred to as Asshole) and we ended up on a joint phone call with a man that called himself a contractor. He couldn't figure out an invert slope. Not that it was badly drawn, but that he didn't know the math, didn't even know how to lay it out. He's a contractor. He does this shit for a LIVING. I'm hoping to god/dess/e/s that he doesn't get teh winning bid, because if he does, the client is FUCKED.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
Dinner: pastrami/ lettuce/ havarti rollup, a few pieces of sushi, and a bowl of tomato basil soup.
Tomorrow's bento jar is packed: wings, spag with squash, broccoli w/ havarti, and a bowl of sausage, havarti, and red bell (because I lucked into clearance produce and got a red AND a yellow bell for $1.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome
All I want (right now) is a decent night's sleep. One where I'm not woken up by a dog or by Geek snoring loud enough to be an air raid siren. I tried getting him to roll over several times and it didn't work until AFTER I'd put earplugs in and found my noiseblocker pillow. I was half a comfort level from just packing it up and sleeping on the futon.
"No fate but what we make"- Sarah Connor, Terminator 2
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
My Primal Battle Tome