Flown straight from a UK-based client, via UPS, to my arse. Thanksgiving? Bring it on.
Showing posts with label fat farm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fat farm. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Photo Per Day #23: Diet Schmiet
I failed with Photo Per Day #22. Strike number two for this exercise. And 22 is my "lucky number." Wanna know where else I've failed miserably?
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Girl Scout Cookies
It's that time of year when everyone comes out of the woodwork shilling for the Girl Scouts, Boy Scouts, Jazz Ensemble, etc. We currently have Thin Mints coming from the little girl across the street, Fat Free Chocolate Chips from her sister, Cinna-Spins (whatever they may be) from our niece, more Thin Mints from the daughter of a friend from High School, Caramel deLights from the daughter of another friend from High School, popcorn from the boy next door, popcorn from some other boys up the street and two Thanksgiving pies from another neighbor's son.
Why do I care? Well, not only did I just get back from the fat-farm only to eat handfuls upon handfuls of chips, I also dyed my hair brown. And then I realized that one of my son's friends from school -- whom I've met on multiple occasions and blogged about yesterday -- asked me recently, "Who are you?" as if I was no longer recognizable.
Dark brown hair? Fat? OMG! Maybe he thought I was Britney Spears . . . I hear that drugs can age you twenty years.
Why do I care? Well, not only did I just get back from the fat-farm only to eat handfuls upon handfuls of chips, I also dyed my hair brown. And then I realized that one of my son's friends from school -- whom I've met on multiple occasions and blogged about yesterday -- asked me recently, "Who are you?" as if I was no longer recognizable.
Dark brown hair? Fat? OMG! Maybe he thought I was Britney Spears . . . I hear that drugs can age you twenty years.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Sleep-away Camp
I just returned from a weekend at a "spa" -- better described as a fat-farm/adult sleep-away camp with my girlfriend. What a blast!
I already posted my review of the Deerfield Spa on TripAdvisor.
There is a quote from Miguel De Cervantes that sums up my two days with Jacque, "Tell me what company you keep and I'll tell you who you are." I am unbelievably blessed to have a friend who a) is one of the nicest people on the planet, b) will roll with the punches, c) engages in everything that life offers, d) laughs a lot and e) maintains her beauty even after kick boxing.
Which reminds me of a Sicilian proverb, "Only your real friends will tell you when your face is dirty." I'd like to modify that to, "Only your real friends won't mind when you haven't washed your hair in days and it's covered in massage oil."
Thank you Sean (husband and generous ringleader)! Thank you Jacque! Thank you God!
I already posted my review of the Deerfield Spa on TripAdvisor.
There is a quote from Miguel De Cervantes that sums up my two days with Jacque, "Tell me what company you keep and I'll tell you who you are." I am unbelievably blessed to have a friend who a) is one of the nicest people on the planet, b) will roll with the punches, c) engages in everything that life offers, d) laughs a lot and e) maintains her beauty even after kick boxing.
Which reminds me of a Sicilian proverb, "Only your real friends will tell you when your face is dirty." I'd like to modify that to, "Only your real friends won't mind when you haven't washed your hair in days and it's covered in massage oil."
Thank you Sean (husband and generous ringleader)! Thank you Jacque! Thank you God!
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