Yeah, that’s gross but check out the size of this toilet! I used my leg/foot for reference in the photo because I didn’t want to actually sit on it even though that would have been a way better picture.
Well not really, but if you live in Arizona and love chimichangas then you can feel good about it.
As summer has apparently come early this year, I’ve been using the ol’ t-shirt collection more than usual. And while I think my pile of souvenir t-shirts from around the country is still pretty awesome, occasionally I figure I better dad it up and dress more maturely. So last time we were at Target I was looking through the plain colored t-shirts – a classic choice I supposed. Anyway, one side of the shelf had crew necks and the other had v-necks. I’ve always been leery of the V, it just didn’t seem right for a dude to wear one (no offense to those that do – unless it’s a deep V – then a little offense). But anyway, as I perused the t-shirts I thought to myself maybe I’ll give the V a try. Not necessarily because I think it’s cool in the aesthetic sense of the word but because I think it might be cooler in the temperature sense of it. It’s like when you cook a microwave burrito and they tell you to tear the end of the package to let the steam out – maybe the V will be like that little tear and it will let out the unreasonable amount of body heat I produce in summer. We’ll see!
So I’m trying to lose that pesky baby weight I put on when Tara was pregnant with Beckett. And if you know me, you might know I’m a bit of a sucker for “as seen on tv” products and other such easy way outs. Now I’m not saying the Ab-Lounge in my basement won’t give me a new place to do my laundry (washboard abs for those of you not keeping up) – it totally could. But, it also might be much better suited to what I like to think of as stretching my back – although most people would describe it as reclining. So I’m not going to rely on the quick fixes this time around, even if I desperately want the Total Gym if for no other reason than that Chuck Norris is awesome. Instead, I downloaded an App for my iPhone called “iMapMyFitness” so I could go on walks at lunch and track my distance, time, and speed. I tried it out today with a brisk walk to Target. I was feeling good when I got there but whilst power walking past the women’s intimates I could feel the snack aisle beckoning (and no that’s not a metaphor). I proudly skipped over the good tasting snacks and grabbed some Market Pantry 100 Calorie Pack Chocolate Chip Cardboards – err cookies. To drink, I found a reduced calorie Citrus Lemongrass Naked Juice. I was at the front checkouts now on pace for a 33 minute mile – the pounds were literally dropping off. Feeling ashamed of my womanly purchases I asked for a bag and was on my way. I made it back to work averaging 4 mph (much of that due to my 100yd dash across 6 lanes of traffic to avoid the extra half block walk to the stoplights) and after a whopping .96 miles I was back at my desk. I ate my 100 calorie pack (bleh) and chugged my juice (200 calories). I picked up my phone to see that the fitness app was showing I burned 72 calories – leaving me 228 in the hole. Awesome. Screw it, somebody bring me a cheeseburger.
Or not. I took the “Sex Test” at the amazing Musee Mecanique in San Francisco and came up somewhere between “warm” and “old fashioned”
This was taken from a Massachusett’s elementary school lunch menu that was sent home with all the kids. I guess that’s one way to advertise they’re made of 100% white meat.
Photo courtesy WHDH.
See the whole story here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/02/29/kkk-chicken-tenders-on-me_n_1311228….
The resident old guy in the office shared his prescription info with me today. He got a real kick out of it – and so did I. It looks like a dose of Restoril is basically a get out of jail free card for just about whatever you do. It could also make for an interesting morning with your significant other (or an ill-timed house guest). Husbands might be tempted to slip this to their wives; if you’re lucky, 2 of the 5 side effects might result – and having a meal cooked for you would be the only one I’ll mention here.
I would love to hear some of the phone calls Dr.’s have received when “you find out that you have done any of the above activities.”