My new favorite site: The Unintended Penis

It's called The Unintended Penis. I soooooo wish I'd thought of this myself! And now I can't help it. All I can do is look for things that are penile now. I've got to get a life, for fuck's sake.

back to the gym

yesterday I went back to the gym. It wasn't pretty. I thought I'd start small and I was very proud of myself for doing it. So I went and did 30 minutes on the elliptical. The thing that was so pitiful is that at Gold's in the "Ladies Gold's Gym" (barf!) there are all these rather elderly women. Many of them look to be in their 70s+. And they are fucking kicking my ass! One of them was on the freaking treadmill for the entire hour I was there. And another one was pumping iron better than I could. So there went all my good and happy feelings about having gone to the gym. Instead I was left feeling pitiful and inadequate. I'd rather work out in the main gym where all the JAG school guys are. At least I know I'll never be anything like them. I have no interest in seeing old ladies kick my ass any more.

I've been eating a lot of spinach

This year we got a family share with our CSA. It seemed like a good idea. We always ran short last year and bought extras so this year we thought we'd go for the full family share. And that would be great. But the boys are out of town.

What does this mean? you ponder, as I did. It means a hell of a lot of fucking spinach for me to eat.

Last week we got two pounds of spinach. But I was out of town for the weekend. So that means that yesterday after the doctor (which they still don't know what's wrong with me, oh joy!) I came home and cooked 2 pounds of spinach down to 1 pound. Then a dressed it with soy and raw sugar and sesame seeds. And I ate some for lunch. And dinner. And lunch again today. And this was after I ate a salad of watercress (yuck!) last week and a whole lot of asparagus.

So what you wonder? Who cares? Well the thing is that my body is not reacting well to this much roughage. Actually I think even my skin is beginning to be tinged green. Or that could be the illness. Or both. And I just got the email that says, oh joy! more spinach tomorrow. Fuck me running!