Crossfit Failure

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I have a not-so-small Groupon addiction I'm working through. The daily deals flood my inbox each morning and I'm helpless to turn away. Full massage session for half price? 15 yoga classes for the price of 10? Brazillian wax for one-third the normal price? (Hang on to your hats for THAT blog post.) I can't say no.

Which is how I ended up paying $45 for one month of 12 Crossfit sessions.

In case you're not familiar with it,...

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The Mom Diaries: Gone With The Wind

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Today's post is written by my mom. She moved here to North Carolina from Chicago two years ago and is still "adjusting." This is an e-mail she sent me yesterday, reprinted with her permission.     

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Gone With The Wind

by S. Karides

Chivalry is not gone, it lives on in the South.

Yesterday was my first attempt this year to mow the lawn.  I dragged out the mower, filled it with gas, checked the oil and I'm off.  After about 3 circles around the backyard I smell and see smoke.  I shut the mower off immediately but the smoke keeps getting heavier.  Fearing the fire department would show any minute, I tried to fan the mower to cool it off (you would to if you saw what I did).  Main thought: Blair is going to kill me!!  

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Reading Lists

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Bibliophiles typically keep a list of books they would like or intend to read. This is normal. 

I'm a bit backwards. For the past sixteen years, I have kept not a list of books I want to read, but rather a running list of every book I've ever read. 

I no longer remember what started this cataloging obsession, just that in the early part of 1996 I opened a file in Word, called it "Books," and listed the 8 or so books I'd already read that year. Then I kept going. For sixteen years. Textbook, comic book, fiction, non-fiction... short of recording the nutrition label on cereal boxes, if I read it, it made the list.

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Smug Marrieds: Don't Toss The Bottle

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I mentioned a few days ago that Blair is coupon king. What I failed to mention is that he also prefers to buy in bulk. It amazes me we don't belong to Costco. I used to attribute it to the fact that we live too far away from one for it to be practical, but I'm beginning to suspect it's intentional on Blair's part. Kind of like how an alcoholic avoids going into bars. 

That still doesn't stop Blair from coming home with 24 rolls of paper towels at one time, or 10 boxes of tissue or--and here we get to the heart of today's post--an industrial sized bottle of Woolite. 

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