Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Public Enemy No. 1: Family Window Decals

Frankly speaking, I don't care how many people are in your family. And I don't care about Snickerdoodle, the family dog. I am also not interested in your hobbies. In the spirit of pure mischievousness, the Beardocrat once suggested we get the Apple Logo and the Hewlett-Packer Logo to respectively show the divisions within our own little union. Happily, he was only joking. I don't know who started this annoying trend, but I will welcome the day that it stops.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Tales From The Supermarket Pt. 3

Occasionally I care about the environment. Not all the time and not consistently, but I am a conservationist so every now and again I think of what I can do to make the world a better place. I also hate the plastic bags they give you at the grocery store. These two thoughts combined into a brilliant plan... I would purchase a few eco safe bags and problem solved! Right?
Wrong. Oh, I bought the bags and they are great... so great that I have never actually taken them with me when I go grocery shopping, and it has been over a month. For a while they lived in my pantry. Then, at the suggestion of a kindly Beardocrat, I moved them to the car in the hopes that I would actually remember to use them. I haven't been shopping since they actually made their way to the car. Here is hoping that one day, these bags will actually see the inside of the supermarket.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010


For the first post of 2010 I'd like to relate an experience I had last evening. I was at the gym treadmilling away, kind of angry that one of my headphones decided to abandon me on mile 2, and annoyed that the place was packed. January is always like this at the gym. All those people with their good intentions to shed those holiday pounds. September is like that as well, because the students come back and forget that they are going to stop working out after two weeks when it gets in the way of their studies, flirting, tv watching... you know, life stuff. But enough about September, back to 2010. I have been able to note these ebbs and flows because I became a gym member back in 2006. Up until decently recently I went 6 days a week, sometimes twice in one day. Then recently hit...

And all the sudden I realized, I am one of them! I AM ONE OF THE JANUARY GYM PEOPLE!!! So help me. At my peak, back in my physical peak (April 2008, pre Lasik Surgery) I weighed in at 132 (not ashamed) solid muscle. Oh that is right. Solid. Muscle. Regular readers of CPR might be surprised to note that I was the proud posessor of 17 body fat percentage. Yeah. That is athlete range for females. ATHLETE. Are you with me people? I was the bees knees! I was 'the stuff'. I WAS A CONTENDER, for crying out loud! My personal trainer, Sgt. Kelly (love name) called me 'The Athletic One".

Oh how far we descend. Look at me now, huffing away with the January gym people firmly resolved to come regularly and shed my holiday pounds. Stg. Kelly would be very angry. Lets see what a few good months of Kelly style workouts will do.

I hope this doesn't mean I will have to give up the cookies...