Serves me right I suppose. Well, something has been served to me anyway, and all too often. Had to put on ye-olde-business-suit today for the first time in almost a year, and the first thing out of my mouth was an invocation to the excrement gods. Holy merde! It took – ooph – a lot of persuasion to make the button kiss that button hole.
How did this happen? Rewind, rewind.
Something to be said in favor of a stressful office job – it kept me thin. Lots of running and hiking to shed the events of the day. Hiking and running still figure in, but now sans stress, not with the same fervor, the same life and death concentration.
Plus, all Snickers aside, blue cheese has loved me often and all too well.
Can I live without a concrete schedule? No, apparently, I cannot. Writing, writing daily has nourished the spirit, but what do you know, it has nourished the body as well.
So I’m dropping food like a bad habit. Like a bad habit? It is a bad habit. And amping the running. Funny thing is, friends must have seen this global expansion, but said nothing. Remember, friends of mine, sometimes it is kind to be cruel.
There are many occasions to which the human spirit does not plan to rise, does not even see as a possibility on the horizon. Building a raft and sailing the Pacific, for example. Or sit ups.
(Add end dumb y) A friend of mind just sent me this link. That's the last banana split he gets at my place.
Friday, June 26, 2009
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I think you look super healthy and radiant. You must've looked gaunt before
wv "greese" (think Bolivia Newton John)
did the unemployment insurance thing today. Need food. WIll eat much food. Perhaps wine. Button meeting hole in shirt? I will leave that to you!
You're cute when you're round.
Pour your own concrete schedule. That's work.
Here's your mandate my corn husking soul mate: Try some sweet sun dried tomatoes (I know how much you like vegetables,) lay off the Snickers.
Well you asked, didn't you?
WV: piers (running low on random WV's perhaps?)
Well then, I'll take those banana splits. Don't like to waste food or other sweet veggies.
I guess I never knew you as a rail-thin freak, because I haven't noticed any change and you look fine to me.
I love that song.
Now it's time for those awful vegetables out back to come in handy. Mmm. Plain vegetables. Erg.
If this is overweight, KB, then you must have been anorexic before because as of when I last saw you a few days ago, you look gorgeous, thin, sexy, toned and glowing. Screw that stupid business suit -- it probably shrunk at the cleaners.
Seriously.
I just had to leave another comment because my WV is muttweasel!
Beware of all enterprises that require the donning of a suit.
wv: twalti as in, "the quality of mercy is not strained"
I figured it out -- I'm big boned! Like, all of a sudden.
Ok, so I'll eat nothing but vegetables for the next month. I can do that, if some wine is involved. And then at the end of the month:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Cqqcwt_PoE
WV: Mater. Me mater would have told me.
Let me see...run, ride, walk, garden=muscle.
How much do you bench?
You're golden until you sprout a VPL (visible panty line). Then, you have several options.
wv lifether
Lord have mercy. DO NOT TALK TO ME ABOUT WEIGHT! I tried to walk, and walk and walk and diet before I went back to Paris. I did some good, but geeezzzz, it's so hard now. WHen I was there walking my arse off, I think it cancelled out the wine and bread. Now I'm home and it's hot as hades, and merde.... I've got to go back lookin' good, but that will take a decade I"m thinking. V
You lost me at 'first time I put on a business suit in a year.'
I'm with the muttweasel. You look fab. Is that why you posted this? So we'd say these things?
the closest I've been to a business suit in the last year has been high holy days, funerals and...uhm, I think I walked thru Macy's once on accident.
more walks (or hikes?) and a few less snickers will help. wine will help you care less about the tightness of the suit.
and, don't talk to me about tight...been on steroids for a while now...anything not nailed down, including small children and animals are at risk of being consumed.
Something is missing her, why does a writer need a business suit? Is it a Huntington thing? Curious minds want to know.
Off topic: I don't recognize the last Anna you posted, it looks similar to her dynamics, but the skill is less then expected. Here are a pair of Anna's wolves
Next time you're there, look around the feet or near to the tail for her signature. It really annoys me that the Huntington has no problem sticking labels on plants and doesn't bother with labeling the sculpture... and if I hear statue again I'll scream.
oh darlin, it's the suit that's the problem, not you!
Yeah, that danged dry cleaner. He shrunk my skirts too.
I suppose that's me you're screaming at Mid-Town Grumpy.Ok, ok. I thought the same as you; the scene is right, but there's not the clarity you see in some of her other SCULPTURES. Will investigate further.
And the business suit? It was for a business appointment.
Karin, where do you like hiking? I've been to Echo Mountain and Eaton Canyon, but you must know all the best trails there.
I've been without a concrete schedule for years. My closet is not divided by color or type (shirt, pant, skirt) but by size. True friends better NOT bring the subject up.
rewind rewind rewind (to your first post and your really going to invoke the excrement gods)
I hate you pa and wish you'd leave town as soon as possible. On the other hand, my writing has improved.
I'm big boned too, kb - but that's been a big asset. On the other hand, it's not always like all of a sudden.
I don't own a business suit, but suddenly the pants I've been able to wear for a decade don't quite fit. They'll close, but it's painful.
I need to face it. But I hate dieting in any form...and running. Need to hike more. :(
FYI - Just now I was all set to eat a Trader Joes Maple cookie when I suddenly remembered the story of "The Girl Who Needed A Safety Pin For Her Business Suit."
Did I eat the cookie? No.
Will I eat the cookie? For now, no but they're good, real good....
PS - Your slice of life stories are the best things around.
K, don't say "slice" around here.
K,
Can I have a tiny bite before you gobble it up? I promise to bring you some macarons from Paris!!
KB, People that write as well as you do shouldn't have to put on a damn business suit for anything or anybody! And Laurie's right, the cleaners. THey've been shrinking my stuff for years.
KM,
Come on down here honey. I'll feed you some fine southern cuisine!
OH GOG macaroons. That's it. I quit.
wv "lowdwns" (when I saw this I had to go hunt for a song)
--with a nod to Boz
He likes the "dirty dirty dirty" part.
Not to be outdone, ultimate Boz song. Well, really, everyone's ultimate song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FdejnbkZHgw
K, I took the Lower Merrill trail to the marker, but didn't go to the ruins. I have to go back someday. I don't know the Chaney trail.
The song is right, Karin. Depends on which Boz you're talking about, but if you're talking about my dog, I'm pretty sure he doesn't know my name, and "Boz" is just what I call him. His dog name is probably something like "Sniffs Self at Every Opportunity and Avoids Fights." But it doesn't matter a bit. Love is love.
We have news that the missing blogger is free and at home. That's all we know so far.
http://oeirasdailyphoto.blogspot.com/
Congratulations, KB, on your latest blog award!! This is your day. You finally made the grade.
I definitely need to find a way to start loosing weight. My thighs are atrocious and I'm only 20. Alas.
I've been eating smaller portions lately, and when I hit Turkey I'm sure I'll be walking more... But when school starts, it's the gym every day! I promise myself!
Shawna's Study Abroad
blog award today CO? News to me.
But the best news is about the blogger. Wow. I was so impressed with the work everyone did today to show their solidarity.
Now I'll concentrate on saving our state parks. There's always something, isn't there. Visit Vanda at Toadberry to a complete rundown.
I have not pity for you. You are thin and have great hair. I might even send you a box of Snickers just out of pure spite.
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