The Return of the Bench

I don’t know if I’m disturbed about this, or disturbed that I am not more disturbed.
I spent the early part of the week beset by two anxieties: that my bank wouldn’t cough up a document critical to a nearly $200K financial instrument, and that the glute-ham bench, a piece of equipment for which there are [...]

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T-Shirt (V-Shirt?) Friday, February 2009

I was going to put up a favorite microbrew shirt, but in Nursemyra’s show-some-skin spirit, and remembering the recent mortgage closing that sidetracked me into a sex shop, here’s a little social barometer from the world famous Good Vibrations of San Francisco. Try wearing this to the local County Fair (I did) and see whose [...]

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Waterboarding

Now, quickly, before it goes out of style, fergodsake someone give me a crash course in how to do it.
The subordination thing? The bank that wouldn’t crank? At three-thirty this afternoon, half an hour before a title company needed a basic form letter from my bank or else we’d have to cancel a much needed [...]

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Grade-School Flashbacks

This thing is addictive, and I speak as one not easily addicted to clicky-games. My polymath little engineer friend, whom I suspect of fantasizing himself as a sapper under Alexander or Agamemnon, slipped me the link this afternoon.

It speaks to something I used to love to do as a third and fourth grader, namely trace [...]

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My Boyfriend’s Butt

The hyperextension bench is still not back. Your faithful correspondent is getting edgy.
On top of it, yesterday before working out I had to detour through a howling wilderness of corporate towers to sign papers for what will be a favorable refinance if it goes through. However, it’s still hanging fire because my bank is dragging [...]

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Fairy Dust

So I was nearly through my workout and walked over to where the glute-ham bench usually is and it wasn’t.
This thing is my butt buster, end-of-workout chiropractor, and gratuitous showoff platform since I get the best bang from holding a 45-pound sewer lid while I’m head down on it. Back goes pop, thunk, crackle.  Not [...]

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This Is For Gully

Yeah, it’s sentimental, one of those corny feelgood moments (with kind of a clunky caption), but I’m still glad it happened, and that someone photographed it and someone else stuck it up on the news caption affiliate of the well known LOLcat site.
I’m not sure if this constitutes proof of hope for mankind, but [...]

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Who Let the Dogs Out?

Sunday is Leg Day, so this morning I was face down on the leg curl machine — “curl” has always seemed a misnomer to me, as it’s a fairly straight hinge movement — hauling away in best Method style. The leg curl also serves as my mid-thoracic adjustment tool, it hurts way into the fibers [...]

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Valentines

Do they still do that bogus number in grade-school that was current when I was, for my many sins in past lives, a child again and stuck in a suburban American elementary classroom? The Hallmark stunt with the box of 30 Valentines?
If someone responds “Whaaa?” I’ll know that higher sensibilities finally prevailed. I really hope [...]

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Smokin’ Hot

Over the years of my marriage (and before, and after), my gnomic, arrested-adolescent, brilliant, demented husband made a succession of incisive observations. About my favorite is:
“The basic vice of all therapy is the therapist’s need to be considered hot shit.”
He was talking about headshrinkers of various stripes but I would extend this to include most [...]

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