So much, too much
The lack of posts as of late has nothing to do with a lack of topics and/or opinions floating around in Ye Olde Noggin, and everything to do with the fact that this blog is not a cardboard box/paintbrush/tub of …
The lack of posts as of late has nothing to do with a lack of topics and/or opinions floating around in Ye Olde Noggin, and everything to do with the fact that this blog is not a cardboard box/paintbrush/tub of …
I’ve decided I’m just going to go ahead and have a panic attack followed by a not-insignificant nervous breakdown over this move. You know, just get it out of my system already. No point putting it off any longer. Oh, why, …
I think, before I start writing here, I’m going to direct you to the pretty link at the top of the page. The one that says {privacy}. If you’re in a feed reader or catching this through NetworkedBlogs, click on …
I said I’d never color my hair again after a painfully bad experience when I was 16. Never say never. I said I’d never have a dog again after having a psychotic Shih Tzu in high school. Never say never. …
I have incredible physical balance. The rare times I do yoga (which kills me, because I love yoga…but my tendency to put off what I most enjoy is a completely different post), I’m able to balance all twisted up with no …
Hi. My name is Jen. I am a perfectionist. It has taken me a long time to recognize this, even longer to accept it. I am a perfectionist and will likely remain a perfectionist. It’s in my wiring and I …
2011 may be 10 days old, but I finally returned to the gym. And for the first time, I was in the gym rat position, trying to welcome all the unfamiliar faces as new members of the tribe and not …
Sing it with me kids! You know the tune! Toss and turn and…do it again… Think and fret and…do it again… Toss and turn and…do it again… Toss and turn and think and fret…cha cha cha!!! {big dip with a …
You know how sometimes you want to write something and you can’t and everything logjams and you just sit and stare at the blank screen with the taste of hot coffee on your tongue and you want to get up …
Welcome to the last day of 2010, that fickle bitch. I had a cutesy post last year about the horror of 2009 and how 2010 had to be better. It was followed the next day by another cutesy post about …