(*Note: This is (apparently) part of a two-post series. I didn't actually realize that when I wrote the original What Happens When I Work Out post earlier this week... but since it seems like all I ever do lately is work out, I guess I have a lot to say on the subject.This time, though, instead of discussing… Continue reading What Happens When I Work Out, Part 2: Let The Awkwardness Ensue
When I was little and I came home from school, my mom would always be adamant that I tell her one thing I'd learned that day. It didn't have to be academic - I could say that I learned my friend Lindsey's big brother played the bassoon in the school band... but I had to… Continue reading Well that’s awkward.
Here's a fun fact about me: I hate riding in elevators. I know, I know: Hate is a strong word, and I try to avoid using it (see this post and this one - and, if you're just plain hard up for reading material - this one). But I'm sticking firm to my verbiage here. I… Continue reading Take the stairs.