Business Casual in the Front, Party in the Back

I wonder how many times a day I say, "What are ya chewin'?" Really, having a dog is a whole 'nother life. I am home from work, typing you in my work clothes. My business casual attire. I am wearing gray pants and a black ribbed turtleneck because it was like 17 degrees today. Okay, … Continue reading Business Casual in the Front, Party in the Back

Yes, Anthony, this is a health blog. Every month or so.

It is Sunday morning and I am in my cherry pajamas, which kind of match my blog design, thereby making me completely loser-licious. Today, according to my running schedule, I have to run six miles. Fortunately I now have a computer again, so I can find a track. This is a college town, after all, … Continue reading Yes, Anthony, this is a health blog. Every month or so.

Under where?

The van is crammed tightly with as many of my things as we could possibly put in there. My dresser, Lula's crate, a bed, my chaise lounge, lawn furniture... ...and every single piece of underwear I own. I will be commando when closing on my house. Nice.

Put off posting to persue pasta, pesto and pansies

Perhaps you're thinking, "I wonder if that June is ever gonna post anything today." Perhaps you are living your life and you hadn't even noticed I'd posted nothing today. Today was a busy day. There was very little health going on. Here is first thing this morning, when everyone jumped on the unmade bed. Did … Continue reading Put off posting to persue pasta, pesto and pansies

Wherein I actually touch on the subject of health

Your close, personal pal June, who right now you wouldn't want so close, JUST finished running five miles. WOOOOOOOOOO! Go, June! Go, third-person references! Go, royal family! I had been dreading this five-mile run, because the whole ruining my back thing had resulted in me not running regularly lately. But I knew I had to … Continue reading Wherein I actually touch on the subject of health

Here is a church, here is a steeple. Open the door, and see a really bad secretary.

It's seven o'clock at night and I am alone in the church. After my regularly scheduled workday, I had to come back here at 5:00 to teach the new girl my job. On the way here, I totally had my Sirius radio turned to the '90s alternative station and I was jamming out to some … Continue reading Here is a church, here is a steeple. Open the door, and see a really bad secretary.