Go on a picnic for two at a scenic spot Feed treats to the cats and dogs at an animal shelter Take a dirty dancing class Give blood Go to a health spa and get pampered Ride horses Go rock climbing somewhere scenic(I’ve done this on a date at a rock climbing gym, but never outside on real rocks) Ride in a private plane, maybe even learn to fly it Go to an amusement park and have him win prizes…
I’ve been asked several times about what I think is my best feature. I have to say that I honestly don’t know. The best part of me is probably on the inside, manifesting itself only in the darkest of hours, when I think I’m alone in the world—the little child that still believes in magic, wonder, and unending hope. But people have found fascination with various physical parts of me. My mother, from day one, was in love with my…
I had my very first shot of wheat grass today. If that sounds cryptic or illegal to you, you’ve never had that healthy trendy juicing kick. I was never the healthy trendy juicing type, but I was surrounded by the healthy trendy juicing culture throughout my college career, and now everyone at work has decided to get healthier, while some of them are even going to the juice bar up the street every now and then to get a fruit…
So. If things go well, I’ll be moving closer to work within a month. This will eliminate about 2½-3 hours of driving everyday. Yes. I know. I’m crazy to be making that kind of a commute, and don’t think I haven’t already heard that from everyone else around me. The new place is actually just down the road from where I work, and I never again have to set rubber on the freeway at all if I don’t want to,…
I have a mole or two. Actually, I have more. I’m not sure how many, but when I was 18, I used to think I was developing a mole for every year I ever lived, so I might have near 30 now. Who knows? There are places on my body that I simply can’t see. Mind you, my moles are not like the prominently large, dark, hairy one featured on The Mole in Austin Powers in Goldmember. In fact, they’re…